Xingtie, started with a guitar, and made a living by singing

"However, as Ms. Seele said, we can't waste Ms. Bronya's time any longer.

Today's lunch and dessert are both very satisfactory to us. So, I can no longer hide my incompetence. I will give you this "World Development Notes" and the communication device for communication."

The former is the diary that Walter has been using to record the various people and things he encountered during his travels, as well as interesting things.

The knowledge contained therein is enough to allow Bronya to quickly become an "experienced pioneer".

The various ideas and analyses of the characteristics of other civilizations in it will surely provide Bronya with some small help.

In addition, there is a mobile phone that can be used to contact everyone on the train. This is a genuine black technology product. No matter where you are in the universe, you can communicate through it.

In this way, the communication gap is almost zero, and Bronya can consult Walter at any time as long as she wants.

However, I hope this Miss Guardian won’t ask me questions on how to please my girlfriend.

After all, judging from what happened just now, Seele and Bronya have a very deep relationship, which might be a commonality between some worlds.

After accepting the gift, Bronya also gave several people the Silver Mane Guard's Medal of Honor, but its symbolic significance was greater than its practical significance.

The greater benefit is that you no longer need to wait for an application to leave the city.

Therefore, considering that the pioneers had been walking around for a long time but had not visited the Mechanical House, they chose to go to the Perpetual Motion Mechanical House again.

On the one hand, I was looking for a suitable means of transportation so I could participate in the activities later. On the other hand, I wanted to see what level of mechanical technology this planet had reached.

Although Walter believes that he does not have the amazing talent of the members of the genius club, his foundation is extremely solid.

Of course, the foundation referred to here is sufficient to allow a civilization that has not yet connected with the interstellar world to quickly move towards a systematic technology tree at the level of a mature interstellar civilization.

As for mechanical engineering, he is an expert. He may not be able to reach the ceiling of the universe, but it is no exaggeration to call him a leader in the industry.

The remnants of his past power as the Ruler of Reason enabled him to reproduce the mecha blueprints that filled the entire room in a completely one-to-one scale.

As long as he studies it a bit, it shouldn't be difficult for him to imitate a giant city-builder robot.

Of course, considering that the current positioning of the City Builder Robot is more like a mascot of the old era, he couldn't do anything about it without authorization.

Opening the door to the mechanical room, a massive, rather intimidating robot stood at the front desk. Next to it was a little white-haired girl with rabbit-like red eyes and a timid look that was both endearing and endearing.

"Hello! Welcome to the perpetual...machine house. Is there anything you need repaired?"

The little girl said nervously.

"We're here to ask Boss Shiluwa if there's any vehicle suitable for traversing the wilderness. If not, we can buy some mechanical parts and make our own."

Walter's gentle voice made Clara relax a lot, and she smiled softly.

"Sister Shiluwa is out right now, but if the guests need a vehicle, they could consider the retired War Dog Automata. Their four-wheeled structure is very suitable for driving outdoors. If the guests know how to modify them, they can even splice them together to form a larger Tooth Wolf model."

"Oh? Can you let us take a look first?"

"No problem...Mr. Swarovski, could you please help take the guests to the warehouse?"

"Accepted and approved."

The tall robot called Swarovski nodded, its rose-red electronic eyes lingering on Walter the longest, and then it led several people to the warehouse inside the mechanical house.

Compared to the building that looks small from the outside, the inside is small but fully equipped, and the storage space is also larger than it appears from the outside.

Several automatic robots with some signs of battle damage were parked here, and various modification tools were located not far away.

Walter walked around them, occasionally checking them for a while, and then stopped to think for a moment.

Then began the magical assembly process, transforming these very old models of machines into snowmobiles with black and red as the main colors.

Although Dan Heng always felt that the memory of the death was attacking him, compared to that, it was better to catch the eager March Seventh.

No matter what, she can't be allowed to drive this time.

Swarovski watched the situation silently, and the recording function installed in his body was activated early.

When he paid the bill later, he admitted this and refused the credit points paid by the pioneers.

Unable to convince this old-fashioned robot, everyone had no choice but to drive their snowmobiles out of the city. During the trip, they saw many people who were almost ready. It seemed that the scale of this Wind Flower Festival would be very large, and even the streets were inevitably blocked.

While waiting for permission to leave the city, cheers suddenly broke out from the direction of the city gate, and then the crowd gradually moved, and the pioneers were able to slowly drive out.

However, just before they passed the city gate, a voice stopped them.

"Hey, wait a moment! Can the kind people over there give me a ride too?"

March 7 looked back and saw a handsome young man dressed as a ranger, with a delicate and neutral face that was difficult to tell whether he was a man or a woman, and with pigtails on his temples, chasing a snowmobile.

"Hey, Danheng, someone is chasing us. Why don't we stop the car first?"

Dan Heng, who was in charge of driving, did not stop rashly, but just slowed down the speed, while Walter stretched out his hand and pulled the handsome boy into the car.

He smiled a little shyly and expressed his gratitude while holding a book with an old cover.

"Phew—thank you all. My robot suddenly broke down and I was sending it in for repairs when the city gates opened. I didn't want to be left behind, so I came here to try my luck. I didn't expect to meet such kind people."

"You're welcome. But are you also planning on leaving the city to search for the Wind Flower?"

March 7 asked curiously.

"That's right! I got the news from someone who calls himself Bosan. He said that Lord Barbatos' favorite is the white flower named Cecilia!"

The boy's smile was pure and clear, and his eyes were as bright as a spring.

"Then after you find it, what wish do you want Lord Wind God to fulfill?"

"Hmm... maybe a pair of wings that can fly up to the sky? Like a bird flying in the sky.

Oh, right. I was so anxious just now that I almost forgot to introduce myself. I am Wendy, the future greatest adventurer of Beloberg!

Chapter 100 Lingke Landau

In the endless green wilderness, a black and red snowmobile was slowly driving along the path cut by the strong wind towards the giant tree in the center.

The modified large wheels rolled over the road, raising a large amount of dust and leaving ruts all the way forward.

The wind blowing past made the hair of the people sitting in the seats a little messy, but they also felt a sense of incomparable satisfaction of being in the real world.

As far as the eye can see, there is endless green land, dotted with small white flowers, and crystal butterflies born from the wind element, which look like a combination of bees and butterflies.

"—How beautiful! The scenery in space is also beautiful, but my favorite is the scenery I encountered during my travels."

March 7th held the fixed structural frame of the tent roof with one hand and placed the other hand on his brow, constantly looking into the distance. He had not been able to settle down since he left the city.

"After all, March is someone who always falls when leaping, so it's normal for him to lack the security of having his feet firmly on the ground."

Dan Heng, who was sitting in the driver's seat, glanced at the girl in the rearview mirror and spoke lightly.

“In the universe, people always lose their sense of direction and are forced to drift with the tide. But when they are grounded and have a clear goal, their will becomes firm and their steps become more steady and powerful.”

Walter pushed his glasses, retracted his gaze that was admiring the scenery, and sighed instead.

"Perhaps, the original unknown travelers chose to embark on this journey precisely in pursuit of this kind of satisfaction."

"That's right, Uncle Yang really understands this!"

March Seven smiled as he got back into the cabin. He then nudged Wendy, who was dozing off with a book over her face, with his elbow and said with some regret.

"Hey, just now someone said he would become the greatest adventurer in Beloberg, but how come he's already dozing off after just leaving the city?"

"Wow~ It can't be helped. The afternoon sun is so comfortable. It would be a waste if I don't take a nap."

Wendy took off the book covering her face, looking a little sleepless and yawning.

This idle and lazy look made Sanyueqi want to pinch his face and teach him the will of the pioneers by words and deeds.

Walter stared at the boy, thinking about the strange things about him.

"Come on, Wendy...can I call you that?"

"Of course no problem. Mr. Walter is the good man who pulled me into the car, you can call him whatever you want!"

Wendy sat up a little straighter, and her smile became more friendly.

"Also, as a courtesy for giving me a ride, if there's anything you want to know, feel free to ask me.

Don't look at me like this, whether it's the rumors in the streets of Beloberg, the biggest weakness of Guard Officer Jeppard, or even the secrets hidden in the heart of the Guardian, I know them all~"

"Although we have no intention of prying into this, we'd still like to express our gratitude. Alternatively, you can just call me Uncle Yang like Xiao Sanyue and the others do."

Walter, who was sitting in the passenger seat, looked at him for a moment and continued, “As for them, young people always need to communicate with each other. Let you decide for yourselves.”

"Just call me Dan Heng."

The cold-faced young man remained the same as always, while March Seventh stroked his chin and looked at Wendy.

"I'm March Seven. You can call me March, or March Seven, but having said that... you're reminding me of someone. That guy was also as eloquent as you, and he almost tricked us."

Thinking back, it seemed that there were suspicious points everywhere about the young man, Sanyueqi said suspiciously.

"And speaking of which, the 'Bo Sang' you mentioned earlier, isn't it 'Sangbo' read backwards? Are you in cahoots with him?"

"Huh? What an outrageous statement! Do I look like a scoundrel like him?"

Wendy looked deeply hurt and covered her chest.

It was as unbelievable as if the original Godfather was shot while buying oranges on the street.

However, March 7th just crossed his arms across his chest, like a criminal police officer interrogating a suspect.

"So you know him, don't you? Great! This is the second time you foolish thieves have fallen into our trap! We'll hand you over to the Silvermane Guards shortly!"

"No, no, such a strange equation can't be established randomly. If it is related to Sambo, it means he is an accomplice, and then Beloberg will usher in the day of chaos!"

Wendy's head shook like a rattle.

"Alright, Xiao Sanyue, stop scaring people. If Wendy is really Sambo's accomplice in crime, she should have been wanted by everyone in the city before she came here. How could she have passed the road check as smoothly as us?"

Walter defended him.

"Hmm... That seems to be true, but why do I always feel like you're hiding something?"

March Seven suddenly moved closer, staring at Wendy's expression with wide eyes, and a light orange scent wafted from the girl's hair.

"Besides, looking at your delicate appearance, are you really an adventurer?"

"Beloberg had no chance to leave before! During the reign of the previous High Guardian, most people were not allowed to leave the city except for the Silvermane Guards on routine patrols. Moreover, the outside world was filled with snow and rift monsters at that time, so even if you did leave, it would be difficult to survive."

Wendy quickly proved her innocence.

"So, the only ones who have truly seen the scenery of the outside world are the scientific expedition team formed by the elite."

"...No wonder everyone acted like they were moving when they were just out of town for an event."

March 7 muttered softly.

Previously, they had seen people who had modified vehicles into the shape of houses. They were fully armed and looked as if they could launch a survival challenge in the wilderness at any time. Everyone was a little surprised at the mobility of the Beloberg people.

As it turns out, it seems more like the mentality of a child who has been cooped up for a long time and has a rare opportunity to go out and play, so naturally he wants to have a good time?

"Speaking of which, Wendy, I don't see you have any preparations. You didn't bring anything except a book, did you?"

"Hey?"

The boy's original tough look suddenly disappeared, and he showed a well-behaved smile instead.

"?"

March 7 blinked and felt his fist harden.

"What does hey mean?"

"Maybe it means that everything is implied?"

"Who has such a weird tacit understanding with you?"

"Don't say that. People on a journey would certainly prefer to have someone accompany them rather than being alone, right?"

Wendy patted her shoulder in a magnanimous manner, acting like an adventurous veteran.

"Uh... Although that's what I said, you—"

Before March 7th finished speaking, the snowmobile, which was originally driving smoothly, seemed to have hit a reef buried in the snow. The body of the car shook violently, and the people inside the car all tilted.