Since almost all of the examiners have negotiated the rules of handicapping with their opponents, the battle process of the assessment does not seem to be exciting. But many students were willing to stare at the dense milky steam and pungent smell of lube, and gather around the assessment venue to watch the duel between the mecha knights.

Naturally, there are also girls in the graduating class of the major, and many of them are glamorous, such as Miss Bernice Orton. Of course, these girls did not study mechanical design and operation because they wanted to enter the Guardian Army, although they could also be mixed with the title of Knight Commander or higher in the Guardian Army, but they were not as hard-working as the boys. In the future, they will more likely become secretaries and staff officers in the army, or mechanics in chaebol companies, or even inherit the family business.

For those of them with backgrounds, assessment results and graduation certificates may be just a title that will make their future path wider and brighter. As for those who are so pitiful that no one even cares about them, every extra point on the report card can increase their final annual salary.

The girls gathered around Miss Bernice, and they all knew that it was her birthday, and that Miss was the most luxurious of them all, and that her appearance was far above them. As early as the day she entered the school, Miss Bernice became the recognized class girl of both boys and girls, and no man could resist the temptation of her long silver hair like waves, including Professor Uno, who was ectactic in his lectures, and all men were no exception.

Girls from less affluent families want to get on good terms with her, so the honorable Miss Bernice may be able to help them find jobs after graduation. Everyone knows that she is the eldest lady of the Orton chaebol, and the Orton chaebol said that they want to go west in the sanctuary area, but no one dares to go east, and they think that the approval of Miss Bernice is equivalent to the approval of the real rulers of the sanctuary area.

But Miss Bernice's attitude surprised them, she always smiled faintly, neither refused, nor continued to communicate in depth. She seems to treat everyone like this, whether it is the child of the same chaebol family, or the one-eyed boy who is known as the garbage of the old times.

Today is her birthday, but she still wears that dark black skirt according to the college regulations. This rule has long been a non-existent rule in the academy, where the boys of the chaebol family often wear the family's custom-made suits, while the girls like to decorate their beauty with a variety of gauze skirts of different lengths. Bernice's dress became a feature, and in the words of a tasteful boy, it was called "innocence", and many girls later followed her example and wore school uniforms.

But the only boy in the entire school who came to school every day in a school uniform suit was Corgate Artio. He had almost no clothes but a school uniform and a suit.

At this moment, he was standing next to the steam mecha, and his thin figure looked like he was leaning on a giant.

"Got to the last group?" Professor Uno turned to ask the white-clothed assistant standing nearby.

"Yes, the last group of examiners is Eugene Farad and ......"

Before the assistant could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Professor Uno, "Master Eugene? Let's go, let's go to his side quickly, the young master of the Fallad family is going to take care of him. Next year's metallurgical course will have to buy precious metals for teaching from the Farad company, take care of their young master, and the purchase cost can be reduced by half in the future. ”

"Okay." The assistant, who was holding the thick paperwork, pushed his glasses and followed Professor Uno to the loading machine across the field.

"When you can debug the mecha, you must be careful, you can't make mistakes, and if there is a problem during the assessment, you must stop in time, and you can't let Master Eugene get hurt. If he scratches a little bit of skin, you can get out......" Professor Uno emphasized, with his hands in the pockets of his tuxedo.

"Hey, who's that guy, it's on the mecha!" Someone shouted behind Cogate.

A few rude assistants are scrambling to replace the school mech with a new steam pack, which is the last set of tests, and they can go home and rest when it is over. It's infuriating that the last person who participated in the assessment didn't tip them! Each of the previous examiners would give the mechanics a few gold coins as a tip before getting on the mech, and when they got the money, the assistants would talk to them softly and kindly, remind them of the precautions for operating the mech, and concentrate on debugging the mech for them.

But the last skinny assessor actually came empty-handed, standing motionless next to the mecha before the assessment, they omitted a few steps to debug the mecha with a sense of revenge, and they didn't want to give the blonde boy wearing an eyepatch a good face.

The nearly three-meter-tall school mecha bent over and half-knelt on the ground, like an ancient giant who had surrendered. Its curved metal mask had two pitch-black holes in it, which were the giant's eyes. Cordant approached its side and reached out to rub it lightly against its cold metal carapace, a chill coming from his fingertips that made him shiver.

I remembered the bright blue weird mecha I saw in the Snoff mechanical repair shop last night, and the school mecha in front of me looked like a bloated fat man. Its might was lost a lot in an instant, its thick arms were not flexible, and its thick back was like a fat body. As for the usual black livery, Cordant sighed, as if he had just been fished out of a mud pond.

"You can't get on the ground, hurry up, we're going to get off work!" The assistants urged impatiently.

Corgate didn't say anything, he silently climbed the metal ladder next to the loading machine, and leaned on the side of the mech's head.

The assistant muttered and pulled down one of the wrench-style switches on the machine. A snort sounded, milky white steam erupted, and the curved mask on the head of the mecha turned upside down, revealing the hollow cockpit inside, and the front chest deck of the mecha also opened slightly to provide more space for the pilot to enter the interior.

Corgate climbed over the ladder and jumped in, the mech's chest, head, hands, and legs were hollow, and the pilot just stretched his body into it, as if armed with a piece of armor thicker than the armor of the ancient knights, and this armor was powered by steam machinery.

Adjusting the position, Komette nodded, and the assistant flipped the switch again, the forechest deck closed, and finally the mask slipped down, and the armament was completed.

"Ready to start the Divine Circuit Connection! Countdown, three, two, one! ”

Syllable! A metal firing pin stabs out of the back of the mech's cervical vertebrae and strikes Colgate in the neck.

His eyes blinked violently, and he felt the LCL flow like a spring, the liquid with an extremely high iron ion content and a smell of blood, which the mech pilot had to endure at all times while controlling the mech, as if he was fighting in blood.