Even the longest journey would come to an end one day. Even if Rorschach wanted to delay as much as possible, there was a limit to the patience of certain existences waiting for him.
Logically speaking, Rorschach shouldn't have the coordinates to the Volcano Kingdom. After all, that was a secret of the Eagle's Crown. Back when he brought Rorschach here, he had taken all sorts of precautions … However, the magic runes on Rorschach's back that were faintly burning hot were still pointing him in the right direction even though he was being urged.
Of course, Rorschach wouldn't say these words to the ratman who was also becoming more and more anxious and nervous. He simply asked Mu Na to pass on the message that "I want to find the road signs I left behind" for him. Then, he would carry out all sorts of investigation and exploration quests along the way to enrich the Game Church's information vault.
This kind of message was undoubtedly a lie and an excuse … However, the ratman also cooperated and pretended that he couldn't see through it. At the very least, he wouldn't be able to see through it until he needed Rorschach's guidance to reach the destination where the soul of Titan was.
"Life is like a play. Everything depends on acting skills … It's really a good thing that the watcher who came was his old friend."
Rorschach sighed with some lingering fear.
They had gained a lot along the way, but there were always rewards that came with risks. They had also encountered seven or eight life and death crises along the way … For example, they accidentally overloaded the engine with too much lightning elemental energy, accidentally stepped into the territory of high-level elemental beasts, and so on.
If it weren't for the fact that the veteran adventurer had discovered them in advance every time and corrected them on the spot, this ship of newbies would have long been dead.
Rorschach felt more and more that this trip had been worth it just based on the experience he had imparted to Rorschach.
After all, sometimes, just a few words of advice would sound like nonsense. Safety rules were something that could be exchanged with several or even dozens of lives.
"The Radiant Scroll sent a ratman who has a good relationship with you. He should have already made his stance clear."
Glancing at the Ratman Ranger who was throwing a tantrum while inspecting his magical armor, Mu Na passed a cup of hot cocoa to Rorschach.
Rorschach silently took the cup. Time was really magical. In a sense, Mu Na's mood was much more stable than when she first came in, at least after a few secret talks with him.
"It's good that her emotions have stabilized. We might need her help this time, but I didn't expect … Salia to be the one with the problem."
Following Rorschach's gaze, he saw that on the other side of the hangar, Salia was apologizing to the ratman. The warrior, who was not good with words, was trying his best to smile apologetically.
We were about to begin our ground reconnaissance mission. Before the mission began, we discovered that there was a serious problem with the internal control system of Salia's magic armor … Salia accidentally overreacted and used too much force, which resulted in her using [Nerves Link] to shatter the armor's internal protective shield.
"How many times have I damaged my magic armor this week? Why don't you tell me? Last time, it was ridiculous enough that you crushed the control stick. This time, you can't even tell the difference between your physical body and your nerves. Why would a barbarian need a magic armor? The monsters are right outside. Since you're so strong, why don't you just use your fists!? "
"… Although this is the third time this week, I swear on my ancestors' honor that there won't be a fourth time."
Salia placed her right hand on her left shoulder as she lowered her head with a serious expression.
That was the Seimo tribe's honorable warrior's etiquette. They would only use it when making a solemn vow or offering sacrifices to the dead. A true warrior would only use it in a suicidal charge. Now that she was using it, it doubtlessly meant that she was being incredibly serious … but Hanks didn't buy it.
"Of course! It's Sunday today, and there's still fifteen minutes until the clock turns. Why don't you try taking it apart again?"
Hearing this, the ratman became even angrier … because she had said the same thing several times before.
"You said the same thing the last time, the last time, the last time, the last time. Do all warriors use their biceps for memory? Even a paramecium has more memory than you … "
But soon, the ratman's extreme anger transformed into a helpless sigh.
How could the experienced ratman not know that the person in front of him was being serious? However, some people would seriously apologize, seriously inspect, seriously correct themselves, and then … seriously repeat the same mistake over and over again.
"Forget it, forget it. Remember to report it earlier next time. Don't have any problems when you're about to use it again. If it wasn't for the fact that I'm used to inspecting it before a mission, you probably would have died down there, dying in an investigation mission that has no honor to speak of."
Hanks narrowed his eyes as he gazed off into the distance with his dim yellow eyes. It was likely that he had seen enough of such situations already.
"You're also a warrior, so you should understand that hiding injuries in a team isn't bravery. Recklessness and bravery are two different things. Hiding injuries without reporting them will not only kill you, but also kill your teammates … Forget it, what's the point of telling you all this? Get out of my way, and don't disturb my repairs …"
By the end of his sentence, the angry ratman directly chased Salia away.
"… Come find me after you finish your mission. I have a few friends who were previously unable to control their injuries as well. Perhaps you can try their methods."
However, apart from Salia herself, nobody else would be able to hear what he said in a low voice.
However, Salia's expression was rather strange, as if she wanted to say something but didn't dare to. That was because not long ago, Rorschach had told her that the ratman admired her greatly and would likely teach her something.
"What should I do? Ask him for advice? "
Salia clearly remembered that Rorschach had directly shook his head and then looked at her with a strange expression for quite a while.
"No, you don't need to do anything. Silly children are actually quite difficult to deal with."
"I'm definitely not a silly child …"
For some reason, Salia recalled that scene and compared it to the ratman's earlier scolding. She finally understood what Rorschach's expression meant at that time. It was probably "pity" or "this child is hopeless" or something along those lines. Salia felt rather stifled.
In a way, the ratman who was privately called "Nagging Daddy" by many people in the Glory Scroll was actually quite soft-hearted. This was especially true when he was faced with a good seedling like Salia, even though she was clearly several times older than the ratman.
Salia's situation was actually quite normal. As a professional warrior who relied on her physical body to fight, her physical instincts and reflexes had already been trained to a certain degree. Her control over her physical body was something that other people couldn't compare to.
For such a melee combat expert, it was only natural for her to train to the point of relying on her physical body's instincts to fight.
Her muscles and nerves would react before her brain commanded her to do so. This was commonly known as the body moving faster than the brain.
It just so happened that Salia's physical body was like an iron magic armor while she was in the [Nerve Connection] mode. Sometimes, it would be impossible to tell which physical body moved first due to a muscle or nerve reaction.
Such a situation would never occur to the Aishi People. They would grow accustomed to their magic armor as they grew up. Meanwhile, the native warriors who were confident in their physical bodies would often look down on "outsiders' iron toys". If they forcefully used their magic armor on the battlefield, the higher their power level, the easier it would be for them to die mysteriously.
"Do you need my help? How long will it take for you to finish your training? I'm a professional from the Star Knight Academy. "
Rorschach was clearly just a professional warrior, but because his subordinates were unreliable, the ratman spent half of his time working with gears and engine oil. He would always mysteriously work overtime, which made Rorschach feel somewhat apologetic.
"Get lost! Don't even think about copying our technology! "
"Ha, you don't know how to appreciate my kindness. Why would I need to steal your technology …?"
Rorschach silently sealed his mouth with hot cocoa. Yep, it tasted pretty good. It was much more comfortable than a mask.
Since he was using his magic armor for a mission, especially a dangerous exploration mission in a no man's land, damage and repairs would be unavoidable.
However, due to the confidentiality clause, Salia could only repair his magic armor by himself. He wasn't a professional logistician to begin with, so his abilities in this area were limited. He could only follow the repair blueprints bit by bit.
Furthermore, he was also on guard against "unscrupulous technology thieves". Many of his methods were just to cover up or were useless. And so, Salia spent more than eight hours repairing his magic armor … and this was even after Rorschach couldn't bear to watch any longer and helped Salia make some iron parts.
By the time Rorschach finally sat down in his magic armor, it was already noon the next day.
He sighed, feeling both angry and amused at the same time.
Another layer of technology had been added to his magic armor. It would seem that Salia was still worried about him … Actually, the more familiar he was with Rorschach, the more worried he would be about him.
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