"How do you tell Rebecca is that Etheline?" Alfie asked after being ten meters away from Zambit, making sure that even another flash of lightning wouldn't hit them.

"A video, unfortunately I can't show it to you right now, and when I get the key back to control the lab one day, I can prove it to you. Barnett silently raised the bottle in the direction where Zambit was.

"Laboratory, what laboratory?" Rebecca is now particularly sensitive to the word.

"Ingour's lab. It was my teacher's former home. Barnett said as a matter of course.

"Teacher?" asked Alfie and Rebecca in unison.

"That's right. Is there anything strange?" Barnett wondered why the two men behaved in such a surprised way.

"Say, who are you, Kenobi?" Rebecca, the violent woman, grabbed Barnett by the neck and lifted Barnett off the ground.

"Ahem, what a violent woman! This is not like the legend!" Barnett was pinched by Rebecca, and he was in the mood to laugh.

"Say it quickly, or I'll 'plant' you in the grave!" Rebecca clearly has a tendency to go berserk.

"Just kidding! I said, I said. My teacher is Master Kenobi, the greatest master of mechanical engineering on the continent!" Barnett replied hurriedly, having no doubt that if he had spoken a few seconds too late, his stubby neck would have been choked off by Rebecca, a violent woman.

"Could it be that Kenobi is really your teacher?" Rebecca muttered as she let go of her hand.

"Is it necessary for me to lie about this?" Barnett said smugly, rubbing his purple neck, which had been choked by Rebecca.

"Wait a minute, I remember that the greatest master of mechanical engineering on this continent must be the Grand Duke Augusta of Bavaria. Alfie asked thoughtfully.

"I have a guess that the Grand Duke Augusta of Bavaria is most likely my teacher Kenobi. Barnett said with a solemn expression.

"Why speculation?" asked Rebecca, puzzled.

"Because I haven't been in touch with my teacher for a long time......" Barnett could finish when the poor neck was choked by Rebecca again.

"Contact, do you mean Kenobi is still alive?" Rebecca asked excitedly.

"It should, maybe, probably. Barnett replied with some weakness.

"What do you mean?" Rebecca was a little confused by Barnett's flurry of uncertain words.

"Hehe, I think I know. Alfie patted Rebecca lightly, motioning for her to let go of Barnett, who was about to suffocate, and then asked Barnett, "Mr. Barnett, how long has it been since you had been in contact with Mr. Kenobi?"

"It's been almost fifteen years. Barnett said embarrassedly.

Fifteen years have not been connected, and that pessimistic conclusion can basically be drawn. Rebecca was so angry that she almost fainted, but Alfie showed an expression that was really like this.

"Tell me more about it, what's going on?" Alfie asked, picking up the bottle Barnett had fallen to the ground as he struggled with being choked by Rebecca's neck, wiping the dirt on it, and handing it to Barnett.

"Oh~ That's a very old story......" Barnett took a sip of wine, and looked nostalgic.

At that time, less than a hundred years had passed since the Great War of the Ten Thousand Races, and the various races living in the depths of the Warcraft Forest were still entangled with each other.

Barnett was born into a group of hill dwarves who excelled at blacksmithing, and unfortunately at a very young age, the hill dwarves suffered a catastrophe due to their talent for blacksmithing.

Coveted by the dwarven craft of weaponry, a team of slave tamers raided the hill dwarves' retreat after the Great War on a snowy night.

Despite fierce resistance, almost all of the Hill Dwarves were captured by the well-armed and powerful slave tamers, and the young Barnett was one of them.

Barnett and his people were subjected to many inhuman tortures during the slave tamers, and just as they were in despair, a strange humanoid monster descended from the sky and attacked the slave tamers.

Barnett swore he had never seen such a powerful killing machine, and that the humanoid monster with its metal body could harvest human lives as easily as eating a bean.

When it landed on the ground, the humanoid monster's shoulders split open with two large holes, and two metal pipes protruded. With a loud roar, flames erupted from the metal pipes, and the members of the slave taming team would immediately cry and turn into a ball of fire.

Whether it was arrows or magic, the slave tamers' counterattacks could not leave a trace on the humanoid monsters, and the samurai who were skilled in melee combat were reduced to ashes by flames before they could get close.

In this way, Barnett and his hill dwarven people were miraculously saved by this mysterious humanoid monster. Barnett was also fascinated by the power of the humanoid monster, and from then on he vowed to follow the humanoid monster who had saved their entire clan and obtain the method of creating this humanoid monster.

......

"Mechanical Armor, Kenobi really succeeded!" Rebecca said happily as she listened to Barnett's past.

"Mr. Kenobi-sensei, I do call it mechanical armor. Barnett said with great nostalgia, "It's a pity that I didn't have the right body shape to create the same armor for myself." ”

"It's not quite right, as far as I know, it's very easy to tailor armor as a master of mechanical engineering. You must have something to hide from us. Alfie had obtained drawings from the lab that Kenobi had left behind, and he had a lot of knowledge of mechanical engineering, which is why he made this assumption.

"What a perceptive fellow, and it's fair to say that you're the smartest person I've ever met, apart from Mr. Kenobi. Barnett shook the empty bottle and said, "When I begged Mr. Kenobi to take me as an apprentice, he refused, saying that I had no talent for mechanical engineering......

"Then how dare you claim to be his student?" Rebecca was visibly upset with Barnett's impersonation.

"Be patient, Rebecca. Mr. Barnett is not done yet. Alfie reminded. In terms of age, Barnett is probably two thousand years old, and even among the long-lived dwarves, he can be regarded as an old antique. For the elderly, Alfie always has due respect.

"Good young man!" said Barnett, who took out a bottle of rum from his bosom and said with great regret, "It's a pity that you don't drink, otherwise we would have become very good friends." ”

"Maybe one day I'll try to taste the wine, but not now. Alfie could tell that Barnett was a drunkard, "I think it's time for us to continue your story." ”