The girl was dragged and thrown into the cargo compartment of the flying ship, watching the ship start slowly and gradually walk away, Ou De sighed lightly and let go of Ouya.

Losing the restraint from Oude, Ouya's body also completely lost its strength, and at the same time that Oude let go of her, she sat on the ground as if she had lost her strength, repeating the same sentence in her mouth, "Why...... Why...... Why ......", and her eyes have completely lost their brilliance, and even tears have dried up.

"Xiaoya...... I'm sorry......" Oude seemed to be very guilty, and didn't dare to look up at Ouya's face, just lowered his head and said a word, and then said no more.

The air was filled with heaviness, and Ouya's muttering only lasted for a short time before there was no sound, and it was silent for nearly a minute before Oude spoke again: "We can't save her......"

"Why......" Ouya asked again without a word.

"Because this is Tisboor...... It's Willow Street in Tisborough, where women have no status, let alone freedom, and their fate is decided by the owners of the prostitutes here, in this alley they are goods, which can be bought with money......"

Ou De swallowed a mouthful of saliva, he didn't seem to want to tell Ou Ya about these cruel realities, but finally paused and continued, "The clothes and accessories on the fat man just now have the unique symbol of the royal family, he is a nobleman of the royal family, and that girl is also an item he bought, if we rush up, it will be tantamount to going against the royal family, I don't want you to be in danger!" ”

The last few words, Oude said categorically, presumably this is what he is really saying.

Ouya's body trembled slightly, and suddenly turned her head to look at Ou De, tears couldn't stop flowing, and she choked up and said, "Really, can't you really save her!" Why, why! Woo woo woo ...... "Before he finished speaking, he lay on Ode and cried.

Ou De hugged Ou Ya, his expression was also a little sad, I am afraid that for him, he also made a difficult choice, whether the safety of his sister is important, or the life of a girl is important. Obviously he chose the former, no matter what others thought, but at least for him, it was the right one.

……

Time is always merciless, and even the opportunity to grieve does not leave people long. Because there was still military maintenance work in the afternoon, Oude could only take her and trot out of the alley before Ouya stopped crying.

After a few turns out of Hualiu Street, the sound of loud music broke into my head again, and we returned to the familiar shopping street.

Oude glanced at the time and said to me: "J7, you don't have to go with us for a while, and the robot can't go in, I'll change the battery for you when you get to the residence, and you can go around casually in the afternoon, we'll be back at about nine o'clock in the evening." ”

I nodded, Ode's decision was in my favor, so that I could have more time to go to the robot station to look for clues.

We hadn't gone far before we returned to our lodgings, where Ode simply packed up the tools he needed for a while, hastily replaced my batteries, and pulled Oya into the flying ship bound for the Tisball Arsenal on the ground.

Watching them leave, I don't stay anymore, this body doesn't need to rest, and even if it does, I can't waste this precious time.

Recalling the map stored in the chip, I walked briskly out of the shopping street and headed east of Tisball.

I have to say that the location of the Robot Station is a bit remote, our accommodation is not so much south of Tisboor as it is in the southwest, and the Robot Station is in the far east, so I almost have to walk through the entire southern part of Tisboor, and this is still on foot.

Although Ode allowed me to move freely, he wouldn't give me the currency, probably because he didn't think I could understand what it was, and even if it was given to me, I didn't know how to use it.

So I had no way to take a rental airship, so I had to go as fast as I could.

After walking for about fifty minutes, I finally saw the square complex I had seen on the flying ship before, and there were more and more robots in my sight.

Three steps and two steps, I opened the door here. The hall is spacious, and it is more appropriate to say that it is empty than wide. More than 70% of the rectangular hall in the middle of the rectangular hall covers an area of more than 500 square meters, except for the stone floor, which has been polished like a mirror, and the soft glow of the copper ceiling lamp on the ceiling. Other than that, there are piles of robots.

The large open space in the hall is specially designed to facilitate the communication of robots, because the machines do not feel tired and do not need a rest area, so as to provide as much space as possible to facilitate the communication between the machines.

Directly in the hall, against the wall of the door, is the front desk, where two robots are in charge, not for machines, but for humans who come to trade information.

On the left and right sides of the service desk are rows of seats, each of which is very clean, and there are no robots in sight, only a few humans resting.

At the left and right ends of the hall are two large glass doors that open to the other two sides, and the large number of file shelves and chip storage cabinets inside can be seen that a variety of materials are placed inside.

The entire robot station includes four large buildings and a central garden, but in fact, the only part that belongs to the robot is the open space of the hall and the public area of the garden, and the rest of the place is not open to the machine.

Originally, when I came to the robot station, my first idea was to go to these databases to find clues, but because this information was only open to humans, I had to give up.

So I turned my attention to the other robots, although their thoughts are relatively simple, basically there are answers, but you know, there are hundreds of robots here, and because it is an exchange of information, so there is no way to get it from the side, so you can only connect and ask one by one.

It's a big job, so I'd better get started.

Thinking like this, I came to the nearest robot to me, thinking back to the process of Hachi communicating with me before, I stepped forward and patted it on the shoulder, it turned around, saw the data cable in my hand, jumped lightly twice, and established a connection with me.

Because the robot has different authors, the appearance of each robot is different, and the way of expression is also different, for example, Hachi has an expression screen, which can be expressed directly through expressions, and the robot in front of him is through jumping.

"Hello." I tried to send it a friendly message.

"Hello."

"Have you ever seen a broken notebook, it's only half left."

"Nope."

"And what do you know about dragons?"

"The dragon species, also known as the dragon, is a creature endemic to the Black Dead Realm, dating back to ......"

"Thank you, goodbye."

……

In this way, I spent almost the whole afternoon and up to four hours in a similar inquiry, and the answer was summed up in two words: no.

It seems that it is still too difficult to find that half of the notebook......

When I think about it, I can't help but feel a little lost in my heart. But even if I can't find the note, tomorrow I will definitely go to the Black Dead Lands, according to the book, dragons are nocturnal creatures, and they only come out at night. According to calculations, I went from Tisball to the Dragon's Lair in the early morning, and I would be able to reach the Dragon's Lair almost in the evening, when the dragons were out and about, and the Dragon's Lair was the weakest time to garrison.

Without the support of solar energy, I still have five hours to move, and I will follow the map to find the secrets of the depths of the dragon's lair. If that fails......

If it fails, Cher, I'll go with you.

……

Another thirty minutes or so passed, and the Q&A with the last robot had ended, and there was still nothing, but it was time for the robot station to close.

The so-called closing here is not because it is time to close the store, but because there is a lot of information trading every day, so routine maintenance is carried out every once in a while, and today happens to be the day.

It seems that we can only prepare for tomorrow. Tomorrow morning, Oder will leave Tisbor, and before leaving, he will inspect his flying ships, resupply and maintain them, and I will leave quietly at this time, taking advantage of the sunshine to go to the black dead land.

As I was pondering, a crisp sound of the door opening caught my attention, and through the door came another robot, purple and with a large display on its chest, looking around as if looking for something.

Seeing this, the management robot walked over and pointed to the maintenance notice on the sign next to it.

The purple robot shook its head at the management robot and handed over its own data cable. After saying something to the purple robot, the management robot quickly took a medal-like thing from the service desk and handed it back.

The purple robot nodded after receiving the medal, and turned to leave.

No, even if it is likely to get a negative answer, I will go up and ask.

I hurriedly stepped forward, patted it on the shoulder, and took the cable.

The purple robot turned to look at me, and a question mark appeared on the display, but it still took my data cable and made a connection with me.

"Hello, what's the matter?" The purple robot asked.

"Hello, I have something I want to ask about, but this place needs to be maintained, so can you go outside and talk."

"I'm sorry, I still have to return the medal, I can't stay for long."

"It only takes a short time, can you talk?"

The purple robot hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded, "Yes." ”

We stayed connected and walked out of the robot station gate.