Vorpal Rabbit and Fortress Uncle

The Damascus Union's large workshop in Susano was surrounded by the same boiling heat.

The same is true of Prometheus Industrial's workshop, but the band that competes at the top is different in size from the others, assuming both combat and production.

As tough craftsmen come and go and go, and the mechanical cows full of ingredients walk vertically and horizontally, I go to a room in the back of the workshop early, careful not to hit them.

"Hey, Crowley. I'm sorry I'm busy."

"Really. I thought I was going to look around."

Open the door and shout, and a sweet smell of purple smoke rises from the back of the room.

A fairy young man wearing a light grey overalls is sitting on a chair in the back of the room and fighting against a pile of documents.

Places a trademark yellow safety helmet on a shelf next to it and scratches off the black hair of her head.

"What's that?

"It's a crystal of sweat and tears from our design department. It's my job to decide if and how to use it."

He sandwiches his sucked cigarette between his fingers and blinks his tired eyes.

"I wonder if Reggie was the founder of this event? Shouldn't I be there?

Stream stones are only the top band and are brilliant at rumors.

I shrug my shoulders and drop my hips on the visitors' sofa as recommended.

"You're stuck, so I thought there might be a way out. I wonder how much it's in your ear.

Sort of. Astra and the others seem to be working hard, but the most amazing thing is that the whole crowd has come to light. "

Crowley says, "Move to the seat opposite me."

I am the mother of a familiar Snake Snake Squad who is still in charge of the event in Kiyo.

They always acted underwater as shadows, famous for the fact that few people knew their members, even though their presence was known.

Such a crowd now largely stands in front of other players and commands them.

"Well, it doesn't seem to be a real battalion. Better, two armies, probably lower than the three."

"It's amazing that there are so many people who can direct other people...."

I was surprised by Crowley's words and gave them back in half.

Instead of being a leader, almost all of the upper echelons are wrapped in mysteries, and the strength of that leads to an unspeakable creepiness.

Anyway, that's not why I pushed you under Crowley this time.

Restore your mind and get down to business.

"So, what's going on with aircraft production?

"That's right... I think the prototype is a practical one."

I was worried about how much information would be revealed to me, who is an outsider even though I am an acquaintance of mine, but I was rather worried that it would be disclosed even if I stepped into it a long time ago.

You must have felt my heart like that, Crowley said loosely.

"I know someone with a good ear, if that's all. Maybe with your Letty."

"What...? I had no idea."

"You're too deaf."

Crowley went on stunned.

"Prototypes are miniature versions that are smaller than what we're aiming for. If only one pilot, one observer, one auxiliary, and one transporter were on board."

"Isn't it enough for four people?

Speaking frankly, he shook his head with his shoulders up.

"I want a size that can carry at least 20 people, and preferably about 40 times as many people at once. In addition, it has enough material to build a base beneath the cliff, and it's durable enough to go back and forth many times."

"Isn't that... so much for me?

"A craftsman is almost as good as I am."

Fighting against his ideals brings back a pleasant smile.

"In the first place, I can't break through the energy layer of the cliff with the miniature now. If I wanted to put some armor and some interception equipment on it, how big would I need it?"

"I see. That sounds difficult."

Crowley glances at a bunch of paper that has become a stratigraphic layer on the console.

They're all aircraft-related.

"When you're as big as an aircraft, it's not like you're just building weapons, armor, or assembling a mechanical beast. Each part is in its original shape, so the designer first draws the pattern and the blacksmith makes it. The mechanic assembles it. It's like making puzzles out of pieces."

"Didn't Prometheus build the train at the first event?

"The flow doesn't change that much. It's just different sizes. Besides, there was a model called yataglass for trains, but there was no precedent for aircraft in the first place."

I see, bundles of wartime craftsmen are hard to solve.

Handcrafted and combined each of the vast number of pieces without blueprints.

It's like digging a grain of sand with huge amounts of sand to make huge gold nuggets.

"Besides, it's not just about making things. If we're looking for an aircraft, we need a bundle of spaces."

"I see. You're going to have a hard time."

"For now, I have a vision."

Crouri said without trying to remove the deep wrinkles between her eyebrows.

He turned to me waiting, spitting out a sweet smoke.

"Use your Camp and Trap skills to level the field. The“ realm ”you found is quite liberal."

Really?

I'm surprised in two ways.

One is that the top of the major production band found so much value in the “area”.

The other thing is that I was supposed to have discovered something called "space” in the first place.

I thought it was something that my ancestors had already found...

"If it's a trap skill, maybe the Hunting Club uses it better."

"Sure. I use it more aggressively than you, but the group is too real."

The words clog your mind for a moment.

Does that mean you're trapped in preconceptions?

"If you assume that a trap is no more or less than a trap, you can't use it any more. I don't suppose you can think of a" floating spider ”when you stand up to the game."

Crowley said she was smoking a cigarette.

Apparently I'm well regarded.

"Crouri"

"What?

I've only thought of a few things.

That seemed absurd, but the world might be able to handle it.

Open your mouth to a small engineer with pale hope.

"- Do you think the tent will fly?

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No, you can't.

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Too desperate.

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You're taking it too seriously from Gate One.

What the hell is that?

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Does anybody have any forensic data?

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“Midea's Prom."

Very intelligent large-scale avian protozoan that builds a robust nest on a small protrusion of the cliff and hunts prey that has fallen off the cliff. Developed muscles and large wings hold the wind firmly and dance agile in the air. Adapted to harsh environments, the body itself is a tough weapon, and no one can escape its blade.

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No, you can't.

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You've already won with the flavor.

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Do I really have to cross this thing?

You can't do that.

Operation, what are you thinking?

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Probably not looking for anything.

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Where's Astra? Did you win?

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About 30% of it was scraped off.

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It's a silver-wing army.

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You're simply a physical ghost.

No slashes, no blows, no pricks.

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You can't do that unless you bring me some urban defenses.

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I wonder if the seven wise men can win.

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They didn't attend this event, did they?

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It's only the first day. Don't give up.

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I was so excited about the beginner's party, I tried to get back to death in a flash, and it was pathetic.

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I wish I could have done it at least on the level of three cities.

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That's for sure.

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Match 27

Dead in 21 minutes.

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Zombie warfare, brother. Good luck...

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I'm afraid of heights. Should I stop?

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Honestly, I think it's too tight.

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But I can't see down there, so some of them can go away.

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I don't feel that high because it's white underneath.

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The silver wings have been cut by 50%.

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Hey, hey.

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But 50%.

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Astra says if we cut 50%, we'll just cut 50%, so we can go.

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He's probably crazy, too.

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No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

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It's not going to be a simple turnaround.

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Speaking of which, what happened to the old man?

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You've only seen it once.

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I was challenging myself with the members of the White Deer Monastery.

I think he got caught in the bedroom because he died in the same time as the others.

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Plus one. Who's that?

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You're my sister.

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Neva

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That's why you couldn't see him when you went to the workshop.

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Don't go to the workshop.

That's common sense.

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Think about why you built the workshop so early.

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Don't do anything you don't like.

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Yes...

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There's something about this event that looks like an old man started, and he's not going to do anything about it.

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You may all have forgotten, but you're not a big fighter.

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