Handed over to the plastic steel formula of the equipment department, Lu Mingfei also has his own considerations.

He couldn't have counted on alchemy equipment all the time, and even if he could use it, the rest of the community wouldn't necessarily be able to use it.

Moreover, after all, alchemy equipment is the technology of the dragon clan, and the technology of the alien is not credible.

As the leader of the community, Lu Mingfei must consider all members.

Then, those equipment that does not rely on dragon blood are naturally included in the first choice.

The first step in the retrofitting program is plastic steel, a material that is technically mature and highly replaceable.

When his strength is further improved, he will hand over the more advanced recipes to the equipment department, and then create more powerful equipment.

But not yet, since his last trip to Mexico, Lu Mingfei's trust in the school board has dropped to a low point.

Even though the armament department is relatively independent, it is a subordinate body of the school board after all, and he can only give it limited trust.

Of course, even if it is given to the Ministry of Equipment, it will not be able to do it.

Even if it is the current low-profile version, it can only be produced with Lu Mingfei's participation.

The tens of thousands of years of technological gap is not so easy to cross.

Even if the equipment department ranked his order first, it still took half a month to make a semi-finished product.

The restraint and pain are only half of the finished product, but they are enough for Lu Mingfei now.

When he went down to Vat Alheim to get his equipment, he noticed that there was something wrong with the appearance of the "Prison of Pain".

"What is this?"

Lu Mingfei asked expressionlessly.

The black armor is covered with symmetrical gold lines, and the round helmet has two large red lenses that resemble compound eyes.

The helmet's mouth resembles an insect's mouthparts, and the top of its head has antennae that resemble a crown and a beetle.

The problem is that the "cage of pain" doesn't have a helmet at all.

"We've made a little bit of a look at it."

Akadullah said.

"I don't need to optimize."

Lu Mingfei shook his head and said.

What beauty does the torture instrument need, although he has artistic pursuits, but it is not for the sake of the perverts of the emperor's son.

"But we need it! As makers, we have the right to make small changes. ”

Akadulla said rightly.

Sure enough, you shouldn't expect anything from these equipment guys, forget it, as long as it doesn't affect performance.

And this appearance is indeed much more beautiful than the original shape, at least not at a glance you know that it is a torture instrument.

"What's it called?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"Empty me, Kamen Rider is the ultimate empty me. You must go and see the original, it's wonderful. ”

Akadulla's eyes lit up.

"Let's wait until you make the finished product."

He said perfunctorily.

Making some promises to motivate your collaborators is also a strategy.

Lu Mingfei once used this trick in exchange for the full support of a casting world, and it only took two years to deliver a battle barge.

This is an outrageous speed, and even according to the fastest production record, it would take 11 months to complete a most basic capital ship, the Moon-class cruiser, not counting the tests before entering service.

And the smallest combat barge was more than twice the size of the Moon-class cruisers, not counting the more complex and advanced internal and external structures.

Normally, delivering a combat barge in two years is an impossible task, and Lu Mingfei did find some clues from the battleship log.

Of course, he ultimately chose to ignore it all, just as the foundry world ignored the source of that STC template.

"Don't worry, I'll get it for you."

Akadulla said excitedly.

He'd wanted to design this holster for a long time, but no one at the gear station could wear it.

The students outside are dressed, but the mortals who only have muscles and beer in their heads don't deserve it!

Finally, he came to the S-level with a strong body and a good brain, and he could finally realize his desire to be a leather case designer.

With Akadulla's help, Lu Mingfei put on a holster version of the "Prison of Pain".

This process made him regain a little feeling of wearing power armor, although the servant next to him was noisy and noisy.

Ignoring Akadulla's request to pose for a photo, Lu Mingfei left the equipment department.

As he walked around the academy, the maverick outfit caught everyone's attention.

Luckily, the helmet kept him in the way, and no one could recognize who he was.

Back at the Norton Pavilion, Fingal is drinking beer and eating fried chicken.

Since his last trip to Mexico, the popularity of the chief singer has skyrocketed, and he has made a lot of extra money by selling photos.

Chu Zihang originally planned to stop it, but considering that this was also a way to increase the influence of the association, he asked Akina Sakai's opinion.

The chief singer herself has no opinion, she used to be a street singer when she was in Japan, and she has been photographed many times.

Of course, it is impossible for Fingal to have this money alone.

Five of the deals, three percent for Sakai Akina, and Fingal can only get two percent.

The new shot can't be replaced, it's just drinking beer and eating fried chicken to fall like this.

Seeing Lu Mingfei come in, Fingal was stunned for a moment.

"Hello, we are a private club here, and we don't accept cosplay check-ins."

He said it seriously, but the next sentence revealed its original form.

"But if you want to take pictures, you can shoot outside, I have good photography skills, and I guarantee that you will be on the forum hot list."

"It's me."

Lu Mingfei said lightly.

"Commander?!"

Fingal didn't stay at all, and beer squirted all over the floor.

"WHEN DID YOU START COSPLAYING? Or Kamen Rider. ”

He asked, smiling.

"The equipment department has nothing to do with me."

Lu Mingfei said expressionlessly.

"Armament Department? Well, it's the style of those neuropaths. But what the hell is this, it can't be some exoskeleton disguised as a holster, right? ”

Fingal asked curiously.

"It's a torture instrument. So, let's test the effect. ”

Lu Mingfei walked to the weapon rack and pulled out a practice sword casually.

"Me? Why don't you wait for Senior Brother Chu to come back. ”

Fingal craned his neck.

It's not a good job to practice with Lu Mingfei, either lying flat and being hanged, or actively being hanged.

And he is very tricky, always hitting the parts with the least damage and the most pain.

"I approved the new shot you requested."

Lu Mingfei said.

"Come on, Captain, don't pity me because I'm a senior brother."

Fingal put down his beer and rushed over.

"Attack me with all your might."

He said solemnly.

Even if Lu Mingfei didn't say it, Fingal wouldn't keep his hand.

He knew that this junior brother's swordsmanship was so high that he was perverted, and he was not his opponent at all.

Fingal grabbed a German-style two-handed sword, a bulky weapon that only a half-breed could wield with one hand.

But once mastered in its use, this weapon, commonly known as the "Great Windmill", is the most effective tool for killing.

He placed the hilt below his waist, the blade facing diagonally upwards, the tip pointing straight in the face of his opponent.

This is the plough position of one of the German two-handed sword positions, and it is a position that facilitates thrusts.

Fingal has a considerable understanding of Lu Mingfei's strength, and knows that defense is meaningless, and it is better to attack with all his might.

He let out a loud shout, and the muscle group covered by the fat erupted with great power, driving the two-handed sword to stab Lu Mingfei's face like a meteor.

Just this time, Fingal showed a swordsmanship foundation that surpassed Chu Zihang.

But when facing an opponent of Lu Mingfei's level, this kind of swordsmanship is far from enough.

"Huh?"

Fingal froze.

Because the tip of his sword stabbed Lu Mingfei's arm.

(End of chapter)