"Wow, this is the prototype!"

Greta jumped off her body and waddled over. The little green eyes on the display screen blinked, and she tilted her head, staring at the dusty machinery next to the ruins, looking left and right.

"Hmm, apart from the color, they look pretty much the same as Greta and the others... Hey, Ellen, why is your face so red!"

Ies' attention was originally on the prototype, but he inadvertently caught a glimpse of Ellen's face and asked with some concern.

"Being exposed to the sun..."

"She has some skin allergies due to sun exposure."

Before Ellen could finish speaking, Fagia, standing to the side, had already said everything she wanted to say.

Eileen looked over with droopy eyes, her gaze carrying a hint of ferocity.

However, Fagga showed no fear whatsoever. He closed his left eye, which was behind his monocle, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

Tsk! This guy!

Ellen suddenly remembered that she had also used a skin allergy as an excuse.

"Hey, but it was fine after being in the sun for so long. And this red patch is clearly defined, it doesn't seem like a natural allergy, it's more like..."

Eis was still somewhat puzzled, and Bell, which was linked to it, was also stroking its chin in thought.

Why does it look so much like a handprint?

"Hehe, because of my Ellen... uh!"

Fagga chuckled twice, and was about to say something when he suddenly felt a heavy blow to his abdomen.

Looking down, he saw that it was Ellen who had elbowed Faga, silencing him from saying the rest of his sentence.

She slid over to block Fagga's body, and everyone's attention naturally shifted to her. They heard Ellen say coldly:

"Everyone, let's focus on the present. For example... let's figure out a way to get that thing out of here."

After saying that, Eileen suddenly turned around and glared at Fagga as if to warn him, signaling him not to talk nonsense.

"That's true."

As the true core of White Heavy Industry, Daben has always been good at mediating internal conflicts, so how could he not see that Fagar and Ellen had some minor issues?

Known for his experience and understanding nature, he seized the opportunity to change the subject, pointing to the gray machinery not far away:

"Let's think of a way to move it back. By the way, after so long, is this machine still operational?"

"Why don't we go up and take a look?"

Kreta threw down her hammer and walked over, taking advantage of her small size but agility to quickly climb to the top of the gray machine and crawl inside.

"Me too, me too! Fagga, do me a favor and get me in too."

Ies hopped around and tugged at Fagga's trouser leg, gesturing for Fagga to take it up.

Seeing this, Fagar lifted Ies's body with one hand, ran over, stomped on the prototype a few times, and then put Ies into the prototype.

It was pitch black when we first went in, but after a while it was filled with light.

A beam of white light shone on Ies's face, the blinding light momentarily blinding it. Startled, it quickly crouched down, covering its head, and cried out:

"Ah! Wait, don't arrest me! At least let me finish! Although I'm a rope craftsman, I'm a legendary rope craftsman! I request to go ashore to atone for my crimes!"

"Huh? What are you talking about, Rope Maker?"

Behind the light source, Kreta came around and was puzzled to see the rope maker so panicked.

She looked down at the searchlight in her hand and immediately realized that it looked very similar to the one in the sheriff's hand, which may have triggered the rope craftsman's stress response.

So, Kreta turned the searchlight off and hung it on top of the prototype.

While she was hanging, Kleida said with amusement, "So even the legendary rope maker Phaethon is afraid of the sheriff?"

"What...what do you mean by fear!"

Ies then realized he had made a huge blunder, but as a legendary rope craftsman, his thick skin was also legendary!

So Rin controlled Ies to take a step forward, using a loud voice to cover up her guilt: "I'm very brave to open a shop right under Commander Nyangi's nose!"

Commander Meowji?

Kreta thought about it for a moment, then suddenly clapped her hands.

Oh, it's that big, fleshy cat that walks on two legs and says "Great, pfft" to everyone it meets!

Seeing that Kreta's expression was strange, Ies assumed that she had been persuaded by him, and immediately patted his chest proudly:

"And as a legendary rope craftsman, I've never been caught by the sheriff even once!"

"That's true, the rope craftsman is indeed very skilled... Wait, have any rope craftsmen active on rope nets ever been caught by the sheriff?"

Just as Cleta was about to applaud and praise Ies, a sudden thought struck her.

Wait, something doesn't seem right!

"After all, the prerequisite for becoming a legendary rope craftsman is to grow up without attracting the attention of the sheriff! I see that everyone on the rope net has the potential to become a legendary rope craftsman, cough cough!"

Seeing that the leather was about to be torn, Ies quickly coughed twice, looked around anxiously, and said urgently, "Let's focus on the important matter... By the way, there are so many bullet holes in this cockpit!"

Upon hearing this, Kreta immediately looked at the spot Ies had pointed to and was shocked to find so many bullet holes in the cockpit. Her thoughts were instantly brought back to the right track.