"Crusaders, City Guards, Priests, Reserves, Warriors, Knights. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoIn fact, in addition to these six armed groups, there is also an unknown mechanical armored brigade in the Holy Land, which is composed of artificial humans and armored forces......"

- Rumors of the dungeon

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Frey followed the sound and sat two rows to the left of his position, a metal mechanical arm stretched out, and the metallic luster on the mechanical arm became more and more obvious under the sunlight shining through the window.

And the owner of this robotic arm, with messy hair without bangs and an extremely high hairline, looks a bit like Einstein.

It's just that the white and delicate face makes Frey see his identity at a glance, and it is impossible for underground people to have such a white and tender face, especially men.

Looking at the flexible knuckles and wrists of the mechanical arm, which are as smooth as the movements of real arms, the residents of the ordinary surface fortress may not be able to afford it.

The man with heavy glasses and messy hair should also be the heir of one of the nobles in Fortress X.

Hearing a question from someone under the podium, the gray-haired priest put down the handout in his hand.

"That's a good question, and in fact the idea was already in people's minds when it was first discovered that Mithril had a special effect on monsters.

However, it turns out that weapons made of pure silver, due to the characteristics of silver, have poor hardness and toughness, and poor durability, so they are not suitable for use as melee weapons.

Later, the alloy forging process developed by the Royal Alchemy Workshop solved this problem, but because of the complex process and high price of alloy weapons, it was not popularized, and it was only equipped in more elite regiments such as the Knights.

Moreover, even if silver weapons are popular, trying to make an ordinary person with no divine power and a huge and swift monster in short combat will undoubtedly lead to death.

Guns and artillery that can kill and injure monsters from a long distance, this silver cold weapon, a little chicken.

However, you have a good idea of drawing inferences, and you may be able to enter the Royal Alchemy Workshop or the Mechanical Workshop in the future......"

Listening to the conversation between the two, Frey's eyes also dimmed,

It seems to be said that an ordinary person with no divine power is indeed a bit stupid to fight monsters in close combat with silver weapons.

Even if a person like Frey, who has been practicing swordsmanship all year round, is allowed to fight in close combat with monsters, Frey is not sure of victory, and he may not even be sure that his own life will be saved.

But Frey's gaze didn't retract, still staring at the metal mechanical arm.

In the past few days, because of the days when he accompanied his sister to the witch control and went up to the surface fortress, Frey has never been bored with curiosity about these things that he has never seen before, like a newborn baby, constantly learning about this new world with his own eyes.

The moment he left the dimly lit dungeon and arrived at the surface fortress, Frey saw the vast world.

This above-ground world is different from the dungeon where Frey has always lived.

Among the fortresses on the surface, there are no underground cities, narrow and oppressive tunnels, and the roads here are wide and flat, full of luxurious carriages.

The flower beds on both sides of the road are full of countless flowers, a scene that Frey and Freya, who have always lived in the dungeon, have never seen before.

In their impressions, or in the dungeon, flowers symbolize love and eternity, and they are always placed in the shop window, and only men and women who are happy with each other and are about to enter the palace of marriage are willing to buy them.

And in the above-ground city-states of the surface fortress, it seems that there is nothing unusual about the people who walk by by in gorgeous clothes and in a calm posture, and they don't care about these blooming flowers at all.

Even the endless sky overhead, with white clouds, made Frey and Freya look up and see that their necks were sore.

The white clouds of various shapes like marshmallows, the birds soaring in the sky with their wings, and the sun that illuminates everything......

Something that seemed so common to the inhabitants of the surface that it could be ignored, Frey and Freya spent the day watching on the grass.

As the sun sets and night falls, the starry sky and the less perfect moon gradually appear, and Frey and Freya have never seen it with their own eyes except to hear about it.

It wasn't until dawn rose again and the sky changed in a cycle that Frey knew that the world on earth was different from the world underground, not only with a low ceiling, but also with a wider and more colorful sky.

In the past few days, Frey has slowly adapted to this "new world", but that robotic arm still arouses Frey's curiosity.

Frey really wanted to figure out how the pieces of metal, which were originally so hard, moved so flexibly, and what the power was.

After class, Frey put away his books and plucked up the courage to take the initiative to talk, which was the first time since Frey came to the surface fortress that he had such an impulse.

It's just that the man with the messy hair has been discussing something with the gray-haired priest.

The gray-haired priest seemed interested in the man's mechanical arm.

"Tesla, your robotic arm is the latest product of the Royal Institute of Mechanical Research? And this shape, is it the latest model? The priest looked down at the man's mechanical arm.

Frey, who was standing on the side, also learned that this person was called Tesla.

"Lord Priest, with all due respect, this robotic arm I made myself is much better than those shoddy and inferior products of the Mechanical Research Institute." Tesla moved his fingers, as if to demonstrate the flexible movements of the robotic arm.

"Did you make it yourself?" The old priest's mouth opened slightly, one hand couldn't help but grab Tesla's mechanical arm, and the other hand was caressing Tesla's flexible knuckles, his eyes widening.

"This! It's unimaginable! ”

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Then the two began to talk at length about mechanical drive and power, obviously speaking the same language as Frey, but Frey, who was standing on the sidelines, did not understand it at all.

Looking at the appearance of the two forgetful friends, it is estimated that it will not be over for a while, Frey turned around and left, he still has to sort out the beds in the dormitory, but he has no time to wait, about the problem of the mechanical arm, let's talk about it later.

It's just that Frey still thinks that the priest's reaction to hearing that the robotic arm is Tesla's own is a bit exaggerated.

But that's also because Frey has never seen a mechanical arm that moves clumsily from a mechanical research institute.

If he had seen it, he would definitely have the same reaction as the gray-haired priest, with a look of surprise.

Frey walked out of the classroom and saw Gatsby with his back against the wall and his hands in his trouser pockets.

"I've asked the head of the regiment to help adjust your dormitory, let's go, there are surprises waiting for you in the new dormitory."

"Surprise?" Frey didn't quite understand what Gatsby was saying, but he walked with him.

Gatsby led Frey to a room that was no different from a normal dormitory, and then stopped.

Seeing Gatsby's mysterious smile, Frey couldn't help but speak: "Hey, hey, hey!" What a surprise the hell! It can't be some kind of vulgar prank, right? ”

"Don't think of me as that kind of person, it's not good for me to take your dog sister ...... Yikes! Said that I missed my mouth......"

"Sister Dog!"

Frey's face flushed slightly when he heard these two words.

The previous one who cheered for herself, with long black hair, yellow skin, and a bell tied with a red thread around her neck!

Inside?

Frey's hand holding the doorknob trembled slightly, and he was completely caught up in his own mental makeup.

In his head, the reddish dog sister behind the door sat on the ground in an inward-eight sitting position, lowered her head and handed the dog chain tightly tied to her neck to Frey's hand.

"Welcome back, master, my forever birdcage (dog cage)."

There is also a pair of dog ears that move from time to time on his head, and there is also a dog tail behind him that constantly shakes happily from side to side, his hands are bent in front of his chest like dogs, his tongue is slightly spitted out, and his big watery eyes look at Frey who is holding the dog chain, expecting Frey's order, ready to obey immediately and unconditionally......

"Sister Dog!"

Frey's breath was short! My heart is pounding, too! I'm about to howl out!

Frey took another deep breath and controlled his trembling hands before twisting the doorknob.