Three days later, at the bar table in the East District Branch.

"How did it happen afterwards?"

"What else can you do? Kill all the guns, burn the hive, and then lift the place upwards-that's it."

‘Baiya’ raised his glass and clashed with Ed, and each of them took a sip.

"Where is Andro? Have you noticed him?"

"You mean that scarface? He is a tough guy. I originally wanted to keep a living, but he had a Jingchen bomb tied to him."

Quinn leaned over the bar and searched.

Crystal dust is a rare high-energy dust that comes from crystalline particles in the salt lake. After being stimulated by black crystals, it will produce a chain reaction and convert it into a gaseous state, thereby causing an explosion.

"Finished." She took out a bottle of wine and patted it on the table.

"Here, I promised to invite your wine. The highland area is three years old, single malt, white oak barrel sealed - no need to say more."

"Oh, this is a good thing."

"Baiya" was still the kind of half-male and slick, and raised her two fingers and splashed the remaining gin wine in the cup on the ground.

"Wait, have I ever said I'd like to treat you?" Quinn asked back by holding the bottle.

"Ahhh-you can." Shiraya put on Ed's shoulder, poked his red lips and gave him a blowing kiss, "For our friendship, right baby?"

Ed almost vented his anger when he was disgusted. He clenched his fists and coughed twice, and finally nodded and agreed.

Quinn pulled out the butterfly winged knife from her waist, and the blade flew in the air for a moment, then cut the mouth of the bottle into two halves with one knife, and the section was as smooth as a mirror.

A faint aroma of grains and peat came to the nose. The golden sweet wine flowed along the broken mouth into the crystal clear glass wine glass, like an old dream.

"Yes, this smells so strong. If the sea monster smells so fragrant, I would like to hold him and kiss him every day." Shiraya raised his glass with a smile, "Come on, this glass is to the 'three-legged cat'."

Three-legged cat?

Hearing this word, Ed couldn't help rolling his eyes. It was obviously the nickname given to him by "Anvil". Unexpectedly, it spread everywhere in just one week.

"Well, do I still have a chance to change my nickname? For example, 'mechanic' or 'disciple', or the like, a normal title."

"Satisfied, baby, we finally remember you and your white cane."

Shiraki smiled and shook his glass. His tone was always slightly normal when drinking:

"What's more, you have a hound around you. The detective is now considered to be both cat and dog. The nickname "Anvil" is simply amazing, isn't it?"

Only the black cat that brought bad luck had nine lives. For some reason, Ed suddenly remembered what Mr. Eaton said.

"I knew it was him again." Quinn's face looked a little unfair, "Don't listen to the sissy talk, Ed, the code name can be changed, not to mention that your code name has not been officially decided yet."

"Okay, okay, it's just a title anyway."

He shrugged, picked up the cup and sipped it gently.

The sea breeze in the highlands, the surface peat and white oak barrels give birth to a unique smoky aroma, and the alcohol blends well into the wine itself without any unpleasant stimulation and spicy feeling.

"When it comes to anvil, that horn is really miserable. The power system of the Dragoon armor broke down halfway, and he carried the iron shell and held the whole audience." Shirakiya smiled with a gloating wine, "What the Royal learned is good, but it's too delicate - now, his treasure is over."

"What are you laughing at, huh?"

The anvil came over unhappily, pulled over the bench and sat down, making a harsh and sharp sound.

His big guy made the bar that wasn't very wide look even narrower, so Ed had to move in the direction of Baiya again in embarrassment.

"It's nothing, it's the weather, money, and work trivial matters... you know."

Shiraki calmly changed the topic.

"Hiss-this wine is really good." Tie Anvil put his thick arm on the bar and sniffed it from a distance, "Pour a glass for me too."

"Then you have to ask the one around you first. Amao is a great hero this time. If he hadn't sneaked into the enemy's back and took away the account book first, we would have been in vain this time."

Shiraya smiled wickedly, looking like he was not serious, as if he thought Ed and the anvil were not deep enough.

"Eric." Quinn directly called out the real name of "Baiya", his voice with a faint anger.

"The wine is from Miss Quinn, and we happened to be able to get the most out of it." Ed quickly drew the topic, "By the way, Mr. Eaton asked me to ask, is the maintenance manual for the Dragoon armor still there?"

"That booklet? Of course, he is going to ask why this."

"I can help you, maybe I can help you, what if?"

"Is this what Eaton means?"

The anvil glanced at Ed suspiciously.

"Well, that's what he said. Ed had worked as a maintenance technician in the past, so it shouldn't be a problem." Quinn also said from the side.

Although I couldn't hold my face, Iron Anvil looked around and rubbed his palms and stood up:

"Okay, I'll take you to the equipment room to check it out."

When I arrived at the equipment room, I saw a huge metal monster in front of me. Catalina's black armor looked like a child in front of this giant beast.

The overall configuration is close to the whole body plate armor, with a wider V-shaped groove added to the breastplate, and a riveted steel plate is added to the joints to protect the complex transmission device inside.

The huge metal hand armor is combined with the power system, which is enough to crush rocks with grip strength.

On the back, the huge steam boiler maintains the power of the entire metal armor. Key components such as pistons, cylinders, high-pressure steam pipes, sliding gates, etc. are installed in the rear. The heat dissipation fan will discharge amazing heat after starting to protect the insiders.

Even so, the equipmenter's back is still at risk of burning.

Heavy and slow, but Ed had to admit that this armor was almost impossible to break from the front by external forces - especially when it contained a battle-hardened, well-trained agent.

"What's wrong? Is the power system failing, right?"

Ed looked around with a magnifying glass. Mechanical maintenance is a matter of three parts that depends on ability and seven parts that depends on fate. Many faults are difficult to explain, and whether they can move after the practice depends entirely on the will of heaven.

"Yes, I did nothing at that time. The levers and gears behind me suddenly stopped rotating. The whole armor was as heavy as two cows, and then it was so hot that it was scary behind me." The anvil described his hands and feet.

According to the description and maintenance manual of the anvil, Ed first checked the cylinder. The cylinder block was not damaged, and the piston connecting rod also operated normally. So he checked the crankshaft flywheel set again, and the crank was indeed deformed and broken.

Due to the severe overload of the power system, the centrifugal force of the crankshaft rotation causes the bearings and crank pins of the connecting rod, the main journal of the crankshaft and its bearings to be subjected to additional loads, which ultimately leads to crank wear and even deformation and bending.

Fortunately, there are still supporting parts left by the Royal Society. For example, the Royal Society, which is extremely prone to loss, will naturally not forget the maintenance issues.

I hope it can do it.

The repair took about an hour. Ed, who was already covered in dust, ignited the steam boiler with a nervous mood.

Pure white steam ejected out and was evenly blown away by the cooling fan, and the entire power system resumed operation again.

"Fuck me, that's OK!" Tie Anvil jumped up and cursed in a nearly praising manner.

"It's fine for the time being, but I suggest you'd better take the time to put it on and try it. If you have any questions, you can contact me anytime."

Taking off the goggles and gloves, Ed took out his handkerchief and wiped the oily and sweat stains on his forehead.

"I didn't expect you to be really good at it." Although Shiraki crossed his legs, his eyes also changed. "Hurry up and go back to the bar. I'm sitting here and smelling the smell of engine oil."

Quinn didn't say a word throughout the whole process, but it can be seen that she was also satisfied with Ed's performance, as if the students she taught had scored full marks.

Chapter 61: Sitting in front of the bar, the fierce orange beard of the anvil finally became softer, and he raised his wine glass:

"I have to admit, boy, I really didn't like you at first. But since you joined the group, according to the rules of the northerners, we are all brothers."

"Just colleague." He heard the white arrow quietly interrupting him.

"...Brothers may not always be so harmonious, but once something really big happens, I will cover you."

The anvil picked up the wine glass and waited for Ed's reply.

"Of course, you can trust me."

Ed picked up the whiskey and gently touched his glass.

“…but don’t trust me too much.”
Chapter completed!