I Am Stuck In A Beta Test For 1000 Years

Chapter 306. This Place...

In the end, Rosswealth agreed.

She asked about the Personal System and the Beginner's Guide in detail, and vaguely felt that these things were like the inheritance of the Dragon.

When a Dragon first hatched from an egg, it only knew a few simple dragon language runes. They would spontaneously combine these runes into dragon language magic, and keep practicing and using them.

As they grew older, the dragons mastered more and more characters and spells, as if there was a teacher hidden in their minds after they were born, constantly teaching them things of the right age.

875 was a teacher to her.

Although this guy was also confused, it couldn't even explain how it got its identity as a guide.

It was said that one could become a "noble" after being recognized by the Personal System. As a guide to find a "noble", 875 was forced to be a thief in the Fourth Component Area for many years. It was almost eliminated as an intruder. It was really tragic.

However, with this, there was no need to worry about its personal safety. After all, as a 'noble', how could she be attacked by the sentries in the Outer City Area? Rosswealth was much faster at accepting such a hierarchy than Char.

She returned the control to Ortlinde.

Sure enough, with the hanging window above her head, all the soldiers she saw on the road were respectful to her. The lady and the machine left the Rivet Area without any obstacles.

875 led the way in front of her, holding its head high.

It made the cypress leaves into two skirts, one big and one small. One was for Ortlinde, and the other was for itself. It twisted and turned on the wheelbarrow like it was hula dancing.

Whenever it passed by any soldier, it would point its finger at them and shout at them, as if it had finally gotten the best out of all the suffering.

After walking out for a while, 875 suddenly asked, "Why don't you let me ask where Char went?"

"I don't want to."Ortlinde shook her head.

"The stupidest thing to do is to worry about him. If we do this rashly, we might expose his existence. Whether that guy has shown his face or not is another matter."

"Beautiful master, you must have been taught this by the other master!" 875 said after it thought for a few seconds.

Ortlinde's face turned red and embarrassed.

"You're so annoying! This is an offense, do you understand?!"

She mimicked Rosswealth and slapped 875 on the head.

Her grip was much stronger than Rosswealth's, and 875's head instantly flew out and rolled far away. It bounced back and forth twice on the street and landed at the feet of someone.

The young girl could not help but stand still and draw her sword.

Before she knew it, she had been taken out of the Rivet Area by 875. In front of her was the most remote Capacitor Area. The brass floor was covered with green marks, and the air was hazy with moisture.

In front of him was a guy wearing a vest and slippers, with an unshaven beard and a pair of soulless eyes. His head was like a pear with sparse hair, and he had half a cigarette in his mouth. The light from the cigarette butt was bright and dark, passing through the thin moisture.

He picked up 875's head and teased, "Do you want me to fix it for you? You will pay this time right?"

"Come on, come on! But you won't get a single cent from me!" 875 said proudly.

"What?"

The pear-headed man raised his brows and looked at Ortlinde's face. After seeing the hanging window, he understood.

"You've finally managed to sell yourself."

He took a deep puff of the cigarette and spat out the cigarette butt. He grabbed 875's head and turned into the house.

"Follow me, and bring that guy's body along."

875 wanted to explain, but the pear-headed man covered its mouth.

Ortlinde hesitated for a moment before following in while pushing the wheelbarrow.

As soon as she entered the room, she smelled a strong smell of engine oil.

Since the church had Lightforge puppets, they naturally had workshops to make and process them. She was very familiar with this smell.

The thing in front of her eyes surprised her even more.

The house was large and empty, and if Char was here, he would have blurted out, "Isn't this just a f*cking Universal Garage?"

There was often such a scene in American dramas. After the protagonist of the police force was imprisoned and tried to escape, in order to clear his grievances and take revenge, he would always find a buddy who could get everything. Then, he would go to a workshop with all kinds of machines and make a set of equipment that was obviously a replacement but much more impressive than the previous equipment. It was as if the equipment department in the police station were pig's organs.

This was what the workshop felt like. There was a workstation, an energy unit, a pile of parts, and everything.

In the middle was a semi-finished product, and one end ... A Dragon?

It looked like a Velociraptor, but much larger. It was more than 10 meters long and had a mechanical structure. Parts of its organs were covered with skin, and they looked extremely realistic. Just looking at it gave off a fierce aura.

"Beautiful master, you have not forgotten me!"

875 was placed on the table.

Ortlinde didn't reply. She looked at the pear-headed man full of curiosity.

The man was also an Android. One of his legs was not covered with muscles, revealing a sophisticated mechanical structure.

"His name is Kuris, the most famous Mechanic in the Fourth Component Area."

"How many times have I explained that it's called a Mechanical Assistant? A Mechanic isn't something that someone like me can become." Kuris knocked on 875's head, lit another cigarette, and put its head back with a wrench.

His operation was dazzling. Before Ortlinde could see what was going on, 875 returned to normal.

"I really love you, Kuris! Your skills are amazing!"

"1 point, thank you for your patronage."

He extended his hand to Ortlinde, his palm facing up.

"Eh?"

The young girl was stunned.

What did that mean? Did this mean that she has to pay?

"Don't scare her, I haven't taught her how to pay!" 875 hurriedly gave some simple instructions. Ortlinde mimicked it and turned the hanging window into a pair of glasses. Then, she tapped on Kuris's palm and completed the payment.

"Complete Beginner's Guide-2."

"You received 5 survival points."

Ortlinde's survival points became 9.

"I'm really envious."

Kuris grinned with a faint self-deprecating manner and returned to his work desk with the soulless eyes.

"That's great! Next is the battle! Kuris, you know what I'm talking about, right? The Big Shot who ordered your goods hasn't been here for more than half a year. Do you want us to..."

"Go, you know the route."

Kuris blew out a few rings of smoke and waved his hand lazily, as if nothing could distract him from the work at hand.

…

875 left the garage through the back door with Ortlinde. There was a huge pile of garbage in front of them under the bright light.

"This way."

It found a path in the messy garbage, and the two of them went around the garbage mountain and kept going up. The wheelbarrow body was actually very stable!

Kuris is an expert in making 'monsters'. There has been a Big Shot who came to buy it, but he hasn't been here for half a year.

"Monsters? Why would a Big Shot buy it?" Ortlinde asked curiously.

875 replied"Hunting, of course! But he's not hunting by himself, I think he is letting someone else do it. Anyway, it's been half a year since we last came here, so no one has been hunting here for half a year. When we go up..."

"Go up? Are you saying we should go up?"

"Of course!"

875 said matter-of-factly.

"If we don't go up, how are we going to farm monsters?"

The girl suppressed her curiosity and followed it up, but the holy sword was getting hotter and brighter, and the light even overflowed from the sheath.

"We're here."

Ortlinde stuck her head out of the deep hole.

She thought she would see the night sky of the Red Earth Grassland, but when she looked up, she saw the bright blue Moon.

Blue Moon?

This is Andaheim?