Your Highness, Don’t Be Like This

Three months later.

　　 rubbed the dark circles under his eyes, Louis found himself asleep on the table.

　　 There is steam everywhere, human voices are full, and mechanical sounds are deafening. Engineers need to shout to make people around them hear clearly.

Grabbing the messy hair, Louis found a few drawings and detailed design instructions from the table, and then he kicked the surrounding "magic apprentices" who were lying dozing off on a chair, and pulled them to start today. work.

　　 Although I stumbled and encountered many difficult problems in the past three months, fortunately, the copying work of the Angel of Judgment was finally on the right track.

　　 And it seems to be faster than planned.

　　 In the past few days, Louis has been in the ‘Second Workshop’ on the base all night, and his job today is ‘verification’.

　　 had to verify, because those damn, cute, and clever Yordel engineers had too many spooky ideas. Their horrible ideas make many impossible schemes possible, but they also often come up with some bizarre ideas that make Louis scratch his hair wildly.

　　 Today, he didn’t take care of it for just three hours. The engineers installed a few weird things on the ‘demo’ design model of the second trial angel.

　　 Forget it, after all, these newly added gadgets can barely be said to be crooked ideas that engineers came up with in order to fulfill the unrealistic requirements of Mr. Louis, the chief engineer—sometimes they can be crooked. And as long as the effect can be achieved, Louis also agrees.

　　 In other words, he has been convinced in the past three months.

　　 But this thing in front of me is really weird.

"Is this a gamepad?" Standing in the cabin design area of ​​the second unit, Louis looked at the things on the console that were explained by the engineers as'superbody neural network access terminals', wondering if he was still there. Did not wake up.

　　 rubbed the dark circles again, and Louis was sure he was awake. He couldn't stand it anymore: "This is the gamepad, right?! I explained to you the "Pacific Rim" operation-this is too bad, right?!"

"Boss, this is reasonable." A big Yordle engineer shook his head and explained, his face was covered with an expression of "rest and peace": "As I said, our drivers can use brain waves to interact with this The artifact’s equipment resonates spiritually. And with this terminal, our short drivers don’t have to stand up and make those complicated movements—just sit on the sofa, and you have to believe in the talent of the Yodels. .."

　　 "Mr. Turner!" Louis waved roughly and interrupted Turner, the great Yordel engineer in front of him:

"I know that this material and magic circuit that looks like a game console can make these terminals meet the requirements, but only you Yordle people are used to this design — and, this sofa... ah, this Are the main cockpit and co-pilot training cabin too small?!"

Louis couldn't help but began to spit out angrily: "I know that because of industrial defects, our cabins should be as small as possible, but our main driver and trained driver are adults, not children. You do this. In the three cabins, only one flat-chested girl and three children can be squeezed out?!"

　　 "Small?" Mr. Nat and several of his deputies looked at each other, and then Nat wiped his dark little cheeks with his sleeves and snatched the drawings and detailed instructions from the assistant. Then he jumped onto the table, frowning and checked with the surrounding deputies.

　　After checking, Mr. Nat looked at the drawing in Louis's hand in confusion: "Boss, is your design wrong?"

　　 The actions and words of Mr. Nutt and others made Louis unable to help but produce a very strange feeling-he suspected that the design in the hands of the engineers was different from his own.

　　Louis knows that this possibility is very small—after all, every drawing has been checked many times by many people to ensure that there will be no typos.

　　 What's more, her secretary, Ms. ‘Alia’, was the ‘super ai’ of the sanctuary before she was given life and body by her old cousin. She checks the information many times a day. And this secretary lady not only has a pair of divine knowledge that can perceive everything, but also the person who knows the design of the angel of trial best besides Louis in the entire Rand base.

　　 And as long as she scans the base with her consciousness a little, she is familiar with every module design drawing and can immediately find the problem and correct it.

　　 So such an obvious error shouldn't happen.

　　 But the facts are in front of you—just look at the design drawings.

Louis rolled up his sleeves and reached out and grabbed the drawings and design drawings in the hands of the engineer. After reading it carefully, Louis became a little angry: "Damn! How come you guys are making their own claims again? They talked hard with me— Look, the design here is obviously not like this!"

　　Nate and others couldn't help showing a **** expression: "How is it possible! This drawing was clearly before..."

　　 "It's done." A jade hand took the drawing, and then, Miss Alia glanced at Nat with blame and said: "Don't talk back to Chief Engineer."

　　 "But I didn't..." Just halfway through Nath's words, Miss Moon God stared back.

"Nat, I know that Yordel is the best pilot in the world, but they are not suitable for trial angels." Miss Alia's tone became very serious: "And I have stated it many times. There are no Yodels among the drivers from the north or the south."

　　 "But you didn't mean..." Just halfway through Nath's words, she was stared back at Miss Moon God's fierce eyes.

　　 After some persuasion, the engineers began to rework, and Louis, with a tired face, followed Miss Moon out.

"Sorry, Alia, my temper has been a bit irritable lately. But these engineers really like to make their own claims. Especially during the two days I went back and forth for verification, the problems I found made me... hey ."

　　 Speaking of this, Louis shook his head helplessly. Make your own claim, this is a taboo. But in this rand base, every engineer is a self-sufficient person.

　　 He couldn't find an engineer without a unique idea. And sometimes, although these guys' whimsical ideas will produce many moths, they have done more than they have done. Without these geniuses who always have strange ideas in their minds, many things would be impossible to make.

"Louis, I know you care about the Angel of Judgment very much, but you should take a break." Alia said, "Actually, you don't have to kill it the day before yesterday... I mean, you don't have to worry about it. Here’s the situation, and turn it back to do the last verification-I am there, there will be no problem-even if you are not today, I have checked here, and the demo design model of this module will not be made by the "creator" from."

　　Louis still trusts Miss Moon very much, not to mention the ‘Creator’ is in her hands, so this means that Miss Moon is in charge of the last process. In addition, her understanding of the Angel of Judgment now is about to surpass herself. So I really should let go.

After all, His Majesty Francis has been out of contact for three months-whether it is because of the importance of this spiritual leader, or the importance of the strength of the humanoid "judgment angel" devil lady, or emotional reasons, Louis I have to go.

"Alia, are you sure that your Majesty Francis is in danger?" Louis felt that this thing was a bit weird. After all, this guy is a great demon who can compete with the ancient gods, even if he can't beat him, he can still be stunned. Sprinkle running away. What's more, there is no ancient **** in the south (neutral Akko is not a dangerous factor), so she can be said to be the biggest demon in the world.

　　 So how could she encounter the kind of danger that prevents her from coming back: "And from the point of view of fate, only I can find her?"

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