Lina's answer was very simple: "Not interested." ”

Anyway, in another half a day, if there is anything you want to hide, you have to take it out, and you will know sooner or later.

And vaguely, Lena also guessed what Ballard might have made.

Lena was somewhat surprised by this response, after all, she would be the first to experiment with any idea she had ever made. Sometimes, this person will even observe the whole process of manufacturing.

So now that she has become such a fairy wind bone, Ballard is naturally a little curious.

"Aren't you curious? This stuff will come in handy later. ”

Combined with what the two of them needed to do, Lena directly locked the scope of use of the thing in his mouth.

He waved his hand to indicate what he should do, and then came to Heine's side.

Seeing Lena coming to look for her, Heine immediately stood up with the manuscript in her arms, and in her panic the inkwell was overturned, and inky blue ink spilled all over the deck.

The Sea Min's Sentinels who saw this were pouting at the time.

With the arrow of light stored in his hand, he forcibly choked back the dissatisfaction of the people of the sea sentinel, and threw the slime on top of the ink, and within ten seconds, the slime was particularly slime to absorb the ink clean.

Picking it up, he shook the ink and said to Heine.

"...... later"

"Does your pet have this magical function!?"

Heine's exclamation made the slime who was being dumped suddenly turn into a hand with a middle finger up, and with the swaying posture, those who didn't know thought that Lena was actively scolding her.

Before Lena could say anything, Heine suddenly put on a somewhat embarrassed look and took Lina's manuscript over.

At a glance, the originally blank space has been densely filled with annotation notes by Heine, and he made notes on other people's manuscripts without permission, which is probably where Heine felt embarrassed and sorry.

"This manuscript is already yours, and it has nothing to do with me when you use it as a urine ring, so let's get down to business."

At this time, the slime was also thrown clean, and turned into a plate of mosquito coils and lay on Lena's shoulder, using one end of the mosquito coil to express its dissatisfaction with its master.

"In a while, Ballard and I will leave first to beat up the Leviathan, you are too weak, just stay with the Seagull for the time being, and we will come back to pick you up when this is over."

As soon as Ballard, who was next to him, heard this, he immediately understood what Lena meant by waving his hand just now, and turned to look for Captain Fisher.

And Heine, after listening to this somewhat commanding word, surprised Lena not to force her to follow.

Even if there was an almost spurting curiosity about the Leviathan echoing in her chest.

Nodding, Heine clenched the manuscript in his hand.

"Well, then I'm going to continue memorizing the manuscript, and I wish you all success."

With that, Heine turned and got back into the submarine's cabin.

And then drilled back again.

"That...... Lena, do you still have ink there? My ...... just now, "stupid, chirping, embarrassing look, ruined all the resolute and reasonable image just now."

"I have it in my room, and there are labels with colors on it."

"Okay, thank you Lena!"

Heine didn't come back again after turning her head this time, and from that point of view, she was still interested in learning the magic that Lena had given her.

After dealing with this, Lena endured her disgust and threw herself into the pile of "trophies" she had caught, and it was not until the submarine reached the area on the edge of Poseidon Island that she crawled out of the fish.

If you close your eyes and tell by the taste, Lena is now a moving school of fish.

It's just fishy.

Ballard, who came to the deck, was extremely grateful for this, because she was basically using herself as bait in doing so, and if she did the bait, Ballard himself would definitely be relatively safe.

Handing the two broomsticks to Lena, Ballard held his chin up and motioned for her to check them out.

"Re-tying the hoops and reinforcing them with solidification magic should keep them alive for a while longer under your scourge."

"What about you?" Taking the broomstick, Lena lowered her head and began to throw her enhanced magic at it.

"Of course it's a jetpack I made myself, do you need it?"

As he spoke, the deck at the end of the submarine resounded with the sound of the elevator working, and the slowly rising elevator made a pleasant sound of gear engagement and hydraulic compression. With those long-lost voices, two backpacks with folded wings appeared in their sight.

Reaching one of the backpacks, Ballard leaned back.

The buckle on his back was snapped into the buckle of the backpack, and the shoulders and waist were also buckled by the iron rings that automatically extended, becoming the auxiliary connection strap that fixed him to the backpack.

Confirming that the fixture was secure, Ballard tapped the button next to it.

A large amount of steam spewed out to the surroundings with the movement of the depressurization, and soon, the steam drowned his figure.

The heavy stride was evident in the sound of waves and steam eruptions, and when Ballard stepped out of the obstructed steam, the backpack was officially dressed.

Tilting her head to stare at Ballard, who was re-examining, Lena was silent for a long time before speaking.

"I think you're missing a shield now."

Hearing Lena say this, Ballard turned and took out a small tower shield that was wide and narrow on one side from the steam that had not yet subsided, and a faint magical glow flowed on the shield, and the gap in the edge popped out of the shield's extended protective plate under his control.

Circling around him a few times, Lena nodded contentedly.

"The title of Technician is really burying you, and it deserves to be a humanoid Gundam, so let's call it Strike Gundam MKII."

White-eyed Lena, Ballard snorted angrily.

"If you don't blow up my factory, I can wear the MK42 version directly."

To be able to say this is basically a default to the strange name of the Humanoid Gundam.

Glancing at the other, slightly smaller backpack, Lena seemed to suddenly understand why Ballard could only make a beginner item like the MKII.

"It's hard to be lightweight and miniaturized."

"Nonsense."

After the inspection, at this time, the patriarch of the people of the sea also came to the deck.

As if accustomed to this kind of technology-biased equipment, the patriarch did not show any surprise at Ballard's backpack, but directly gestured to one of the guards behind him.

Not long after the guards left, the ball on the side of the submarine slowly opened, and a small boat was lowered to the surface by a robotic arm.

The patriarch pointed to the dinghy and said, "Let's take the last ride in the dinghy." ”

Although there was nothing wrong with this, Lena and Ballard always felt a subtle awkwardness about it.

Sitting in the dinghy, the two lit the motor and set off.