The fairy maid cheers for her deceased master today.

They were going to church, but Angel needed to catch up on her sleep.

Unlike Ax, she needed to rest properly. She was energetic and didn't feel tired when working all night, but after finishing her work, she started to feel light as a feather.

Of course, Ax quickly told her to go back to her room and rest.

As for myself... I'll take this opportunity to do one last check on the alien machine to make sure nothing goes wrong.

So when Sophie carried the tray into the back of the workshop, Ax was wiping the last armor plate of the mechanical watch face with a polishing cloth; the brass gleamed even more brightly in the sunlight. After ensuring the leaks met the standards, swampy mud needed to be injected, and then sealed with simple duct tape.

Make sure the machine operates again before it starts leaking these dirty things.

Finally, the outer skin is applied for the final disguise.

Sophie's blonde hair was styled in an elegant updo today, adorned with pearl hair accessories. She was still wearing a well-tailored long dress, the hem swaying gently with her steps.

"Dear Sir Axe, here is your snack."

She gracefully placed the tray in the corner of the workbench, her gaze immediately drawn to the steampunk-style machine, her delicate eyebrows slightly raised.

"My God, Sir X! This is like a creation straight out of the novel 'The Sixteenth Instance'!"

She slowly circled the machine, her velvet gloves gently brushing against the exposed gears and steam pipes. The metallic texture felt on her fingertips deepened the amazement in her eyes.

"These meticulously crafted riveting details, along with the vintage patterns engraved on the surface, perfectly embody the essence of modern mechanical aesthetics! What is this for?"

It seems that even the well-traveled Sophie has never seen such a machine before.

Because Sophie had been doing a very good job for so many days, X had begun to trust her enough.

Therefore, he no longer hid what he had made. He had only concealed its purpose before.

However, Sophie is so clever that she can probably guess its purpose.

Ax put down the polishing cloth, picked up a cup of Earl Grey tea that Sophie had brought, and took a small sip.

"I think you've already guessed its purpose, haven't you?"

"...I just think it's like a different species," Sophie said with a smile.

"As you guessed, this is a specially made alien camouflage machine that can perfectly simulate the appearance and movement trajectory of aliens."

"It seems like the jazz is meant to scare people. But it might not look like a problem from a distance, but it might reveal flaws up close." Sophie immediately took the jazz's side and started giving him advice.

"Haha, don't worry, Angel and I can think of the same things you can think of."

Now that there was no need to hide it anymore, X felt a surge of pride as a mechanic and began to give a brief introduction.

He pointed to the miniature boiler compartment in the abdomen of the machine, "The most crucial part is this self-destruct system. Once the mission is complete, it will automatically explode in the appropriate location to destroy key components, while simultaneously spraying black swamp sludge to create the illusion of escape, leaving no trace."

"Is that so? But where does the fuel come from in such a small boiler room?"

"It has a special power supply core that ensures the operation of the miniature boiler. However, that's a trade secret."

X closed one eye and held up one finger to indicate that it was a secret.

It's really hard to explain X.

After all, the magic of equivalent exchange was truly his most important secret.

Sophie's eyes lit up as she listened, and she exclaimed in admiration, "You are a genius! Even senior mechanics at the Royal Magic Association might not be able to come up with such a comprehensive solution."

"Alright, alright, praising me won't get you a raise. You go ahead and get busy, I need to finish the final disguise and skinning work."

"Received, dear Sir Axe."

Sophie left with a smile.

After another half day, Angel had caught up on her sleep and immediately pulled X along, wanting to hurry to the church.

I've been going to church so often lately, it seems like Angel is no longer afraid of the Church of the Holy See at all...

Going to the Church of Jesus feels like coming home.

In short, X called Elena again, and the two fairies came to the Church of the Holy See together and met Lillian.

Just then, Pastor Ian was checking on Lillian's condition in the treatment room in Block B, and the young pastor finally saw the physical form of the alien machine.

"I see, this... it really does look realistic. Perhaps the Holy Path Society can use this tactic from now on..."

"Pastor Ian?"

"Ahem, it's nothing." Ian's gentle smile returned. "Sir, your plan sounds very creative, but I must remind you... once you take Lillian away, you will be responsible for her care."

"I see."

"Yes, but I still have to make this clear. You must ensure Lillian's safety and prevent her from losing control. At the same time, be wary of the aliens... the real aliens. Fairies who have gone out of control are also vulnerable to being targeted by aliens."

"I understand, Pastor Ian."

Fairies that are unconscious, out of control, or have psychological problems are easily targeted by other species. X has already basically figured out the pattern.

"Also, tell Lillian not to overthink things. If she gets emotional, the backlash from the restriction ring might harm her."

Constraint ring?

Ex glanced at Lillian, who was sitting in the chair.

Lillian had a silver shackle on her ankle, which seemed to be a restraint measure in case she went out of control later.

Does the "restriction ring" refer to shackles?

But Ax soon realized he had made a mistake.

Because—Priest Ian waved his hand, and two Templar Knights in silver armor stepped forward and removed the silver shackles from Lillian's ankles.

Instead, a brand new metal ring was placed on Lillian's wrist. It was engraved with complex, incomprehensible runes.

"This is a restriction ring—a magical artifact specifically designed for out-of-control fairies. It can suppress her magic and also restrict her movement. Besides preventing her from leaving London, we can also use the restriction ring to locate Lillian."

Ian explained with a smile.

However, X understood that Ian was not only explaining to himself... but also to Lillian, warning her not to do anything unnecessary.

Understanding, Lillian sat in the chair, her fingertips gently stroking the restraint ring on her wrist, a faint sadness emanating from her eyes.

Her hair was somewhat disheveled, and her clothes were faded from washing; clearly, as a dangerous individual, her days at the church were not easy.

Seeing this, Ex sighed, casually took out a silver coin, and quietly activated the equivalent exchange spell. A small silver bracelet shell appeared in his palm, with entwined vines and ice flower patterns engraved on the surface of the bracelet, which could completely cover the runes of the restriction ring.

"Lillian, look at this." He walked up to her, smiling as he handed her the bracelet case. "Wear this, and the restraint ring won't be so noticeable. It'll look like an ordinary ornament."

Lillian looked up, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes. She stood up, carefully took the outer shell, and slipped it onto the restraint ring on her wrist. The cool silver touch made her tremble slightly.

She tried moving her wrist, and the shape of the restraint ring was completely covered by the bracelet's half-covering shell, turning it into an ordinary ornament.

"Thank you, Sir Axe!"

Lillian exclaimed in surprise, then subconsciously tried to mobilize the magic power within her body.

But the restriction ring suddenly emitted a blinding red light, and an invisible magical force pulled her back two steps. She staggered back to her chair, her face instantly turning pale.

Reverend Ian nodded slightly: "Don't even think about using your own magic for now. This time, you must fully cooperate with the knight's actions."

"Don't worry, Lillian." X walked to her side and gently patted her shoulder. "Once you've fully recovered, you can remove the restraint ring. Now tell us about the interior layout of the Moonlight Club; we need to develop a more detailed plan for the alien outbreaks."

Lillian nodded vigorously: "Yes! I'll definitely do my best!"