The fairy maid cheers for her deceased master today.

Angel's eyes shone like two sapphires. The brighter they were, the more excited she was.

"Sister Elena! Look, look at this first!"

Reaching the attic, she lunged at the wooden crate in the corner, her silver hair tracing a shimmering arc in the air. Elena was startled by this sudden movement; the Holy Order's anti-alien education made her instinctively take a half-step back.

"What is this?"

"A wooden crate bed!" Angel patted the crate lid, making a "bang, bang" sound. "Invented by my master! It's super comfortable to sleep in!"

"Invented?"

"Cough cough." Ex started coughing and pretending to be stupid.

Irene raised an eyebrow and glanced at Ex with suspicion. Then she took a few steps closer and examined the seemingly ordinary oak chest.

This box... it just looks like a box.

"this one?"

"Don't underestimate it!" Angel suddenly lifted the lid of the box, revealing a thick wool blanket inside. "Look! Its softness rivals that of a noble lady's mattress!"

Irene couldn't help but reach out and touch it. It really was; it was indeed very soft.

"And this too!" Angel patted the side of the box. "Reinforced! Moisture-proof and insect-proof! Ten times more durable than a regular bed frame!"

"Ten times, right?" Elena glanced at X again. The meaning in her eyes was clear—you're lying to the little imp!

Ax turned his head directly to look out the window, seemingly admiring the street scene outside.

In short, Elena found herself unable to resist Angel's expectant gaze, so she simply tried touching the box.

The craftsmanship is indeed exquisite, as you run your fingertips along the texture of the box. It's a box of above-average quality.

"Most importantly—" Angel suddenly lowered her voice, leaning closer mysteriously, "it has a secret compartment!"

"Um?"

Angel triumphantly pried open a wooden plank, revealing a hidden compartment. "This is where I hide my treasures! My master says it's safer than a safe! I usually hide my candy here..."

Irene continued evasively, "It is, indeed, quite interesting."

"Right, right!" Angel jumped up and down excitedly. "And it's super cheap! Only 30 shillings! Much cheaper than those fancy iron bed frames!"

Ax leaned against the doorframe, watching his maid chatter away like a salesperson. A smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

Angel was, after all, a long-time employee of the workshop, and she had subconsciously learned some basic communication skills.

"The master says this is luxury for the poor!" Angel continued to preach, "So that the working class can also enjoy the sleeping experience of the nobility!"

Perhaps because of the novel and interesting wording, Irene suddenly laughed. "Where did you learn that sales pitch from?"

"Of course, my master taught me!" Angel puffed out her chest. "He said that in business, you have to know how to talk!"

X finally couldn't take it anymore and coughed, "Alright, alright, Angel, stop exaggerating."

"I'm not exaggerating!" Angel turned to Elena. "Sister Elena, you should try it tonight! I guarantee you'll sleep soundly!"

Elena looked at the enthusiastic fairy before her, then at the simple wooden box. To be honest, she was indeed a little curious.

"Okay..." she hesitated, "just for one night."

"Great!" Angel cheered. "I'll get you the best pillow!"

It must be admitted that Angel genuinely likes Elena.

Angel usually doesn't want to sleep in the box; most of the time, she sleeps directly on top of the box lid.

However, there are advantages to sleeping on it. At least Angel said that being able to lean against the master's bed is quite nice.

As Ex watched the two fairies excitedly discussing pillows and blankets, he suddenly realized that the workshop seemed to have really come alive.

A large crowd makes it lively.

Sleeping in boxes always gives off a... dog-like vibe. Dog-like in a way.

After all, only dogs sleep in boxes or doghouses.

"Angel, you gave the box to Elena, so where will you sleep?" Ex asked jokingly.

The young maid paused, then gasped in surprise.

■

Solving the problem of not having enough boxes is actually not difficult.

When they arrived at the first floor of Ex and dragged out another wooden crate to bring back to the attic... Elena appeared remarkably calm.

"Hmm, aren't you wondering where this box came from?" Ax asked curiously.

Elena was now puzzled: "As a mechanic, is there anything particularly difficult about nailing a box?"

Absolutely irrefutable!

However, since they were going to stay at the workshop, X decided to let Elena tour the entire workshop, including the attic.

After all, Elena is already quite familiar with the first floor today.

The attic was divided into several small areas: a sleeping area, a storage area, and a reading area.

There's nothing much to see in the storage area.

The reading area was rather unique. There was a table, and next to the table was a small blackboard with a map of London hanging on it.

Elena glanced at the map and suddenly laughed.

"Sir, you... seem to still have designs on me."

Elena's finger traced across the map.

The streets of London meander like parchment. Many red circles stand out prominently: the Crystal Palace, museums, and aristocratic residences.

In particular, several museums with ancient exhibits have been almost entirely fenced off.

Angel leaned closer to examine the map, her blue eyes filled with curiosity: "Master, are we going to these places to steal things?"

AX sighed, "Angel, don't use your cleverness here! There are guests around."

X now believes Angel's intelligence stat is indeed high. However, intelligence might simply indicate a level of magical proficiency. This remains to be verified later.

"Stealing, huh... Hmph, how dare you say such a thing in front of me, a detective." Elena laughed, hands on her hips. "You two are something else."

"But Elena is a fake detective! You're clearly more afraid of the police!" Angel retorted.

"Uh, that's true."

"So we're all in the same boat now," X replied.

"In the same boat?"

"Well, in other words, we're in the same boat."

"Your analogies are all very interesting." Irene walked to the side, lightly touching her lips with her index finger. "But then again, when you went to the Crystal Palace, you stole things from the relics. So these targets... are also for the relics?"

Since his fake detective act had been exposed, X readily admitted, "That's true."

"Is it for...that special energy?"

"That's right."

"May I ask what this special energy is? What do you intend to use it for?"

Angel was about to speak when she slapped herself shut. Seeing Elena looking over, she shook her head vigorously.

It seems that Angel is quite reliable in crucial moments. She knows to keep things confidential.

Ex wasn't distrustful of Elena. However, he wanted to be cautious, so he said, "This energy... I call it 'Relic Energy.' Because it's only found in relics."

Let's change the word first. The meaning is the same anyway.

"I see……"

"As for its use, I will tell you when the time is right."

"...Is it for a legitimate purpose?" Elena asked seriously.

AX couldn't help but laugh: "Believe me, it's for the most legitimate purpose. It's definitely not for doing anything immoral or unethical."

Elena stared intently into Ex's eyes for a long time.

Then a smile suddenly appeared on his face: "Well, I believe you. But... where is your next target? When are you going to make your move?"

"They're in a hurry; they'll make their move in the next couple of days." Alex knew his time was running out, so of course he wanted to act as soon as possible. "As for targets, a few museums might be easier to target."

The Crystal Palace had just experienced a riot, so security had been increased for the past two days. Meanwhile, the noble residences had private guards.

All things considered, museums are still the best option.

"Are you in a hurry?"

"It's very urgent," Ax nodded.

However, Elena thought for a moment: "Perhaps I have a better way."