Half an hour ago, when Jurf had just started calcining meteorites with flaming gems. Feeling the heat coming from the outside of the meteorite, Alfie scolded the two stupid dwarves in his heart, if his vocal cords were not damaged and he couldn't speak, Julf and the minibus would definitely die under Alfie's sonic attack.

The temperature inside the meteorite rose rapidly, and Alfie was like being in a huge oven, and the sweat had just flowed out of her body, and it was evaporated in the blink of an eye. Alfie felt that all the blood in his body was about to evaporate in the heat, and he believed that it would not be long before he would be roasted into a dried corpse. Such a humiliating and tragic death was something Alfie could not bear, but there was nothing he could do about it.

At this time, Alfie had already discovered that his soul was not in his body at all, and naturally all the various "props" he carried on his body had abandoned him.

Calm, calm, Alfie kept reminding himself, but sadly found that he had encountered a bad situation that he had never faced since the crossing, and it could be said that there was nothing else to rely on except his own brain.

As the temperature inside the meteorite continues to rise, the entire interior of the meteorite begins to emit a faint red light from the bottom up, and it is no longer as dark as before. This made Alfie's eyes light up when he could only grope in the dark, and he couldn't wait to start looking at everything around him, and he had to find a way to escape in the shortest possible time.

With the faint red light, Alfie could see everything inside the meteorite, and the environment he was in at this time was like a cockpit, which contained joysticks and various knobs and buttons of unknown purpose.

Thankfully, it's a modern cockpit. Alfie secretly rejoiced in her heart. Whether it is the retro steampunk style or the avant-garde ultra-modern style, it is not something that Alfie can grasp and master in a while, on the contrary, the modern style is the mechanical style that Alfi is most familiar with, with the knowledge of the mechanical god in his mind, Alfi feels that he still has some hope of mastering this cockpit and finding a way to escape.

Thanks to the cockpit-maker's user-friendly design, Alfie found himself sitting in a seat that seemed to be insulated, otherwise his ass would have been turned into a teppanyaki long ago.

"So......" Alfie pressed the largest red button in the center of the cockpit almost without thinking, according to the common sense of the previous life, this should be used for escape, right?

Alfie didn't know if he had pressed this button in the dark before, and he could only hope that he hadn't made a mistake this time.

After Alfie's fingers touched the red button, a blue lightning flashed, and a tingling sensation quickly spread from his fingers all over his body, causing him to faint from the electric shock in an instant.

Shet! Leaking electricity! That was the only explanation Alfie could think of before he passed out.

I hope that the next time I wake up, I can return to the house of illusions, such a nightmare is disgusting!Alfie was groggy, the thought lingering in his mind.

Half-asleep, Alfie heard a cold mechanical voice: "The emergency system has been activated—Verification and comparison—Eighty percent similarity—Almost certain owner—Ask the master to give an order—Robert I at your service—"

"Master, do you mean me?" asked Alfie, confused. It's not that he doesn't want to wake up, it's that the increasingly hot heat makes it impossible for him to think normally.

"Please don't joke about the host. Robert I replied coldly.

"There's a little bit of humor. Can you turn it on - uh, no, the air conditioner?" Thankfully, Alfie woke up in time and swallowed the air conditioner back into her stomach, changing it to a less misleading statement.

"There was not enough energy and the air conditioner would not start. Robert I's rejection made Alfie despair.

"I'm going, when is there an air conditioner on the continent of Eliat!I must be dreaming!" Alfie was already roasted and dazed, and he concluded that he must be hallucinating.

Hallucinations? Yes! This must be an illusion! When I get out of this hallucination, I'll settle accounts with that guy from Tenell!" Alfie swore in her heart. The thought that this might be an illusion created by Tenelle calmed down.

"The temperature was detected to be too high and the owner was advised to order a cooling. Just as Alfie was about to fall asleep and escape from this terrible hallucination, Robert I's emotionless mechanical voice repeated in his ear like a nasty fly, something that seemed meaningless to him.

"Isn't there no energy?" Alfie asked impatiently, annoyed by Robert I's arguing. The heat short-circuited his brain, and he didn't even notice when his throat was back to normal. This is one of the reasons why Alfie has been subconsciously thinking that she is in an illusion.

"If the energy source is missing, it is advisable to find a backup energy source. Robert I suggested with a glance.

"Then go find it!" Alfie said irritably, reversing his previous wisdom and calmness. He felt his brain start to boil.

"A huge energy source has been detected outside, and it is possible to try to convert it into the energy of Robert I, and the conversion rate is expected to be thirty percent, is it possible?" asked Robert I coldly. Perhaps it was its icy sound that kept Alfie awake in the heat.

"A 30 percent conversion rate? Once you have the energy, let me out first!" Alfie muttered gibberish. It was the only valid order he had given before he passed out completely.

"Command confirmed, try to analyze the external energy source - the analysis is complete - the pure fire element - the conversion rate is expected to be increased to forty percent - energy conversion - one percent of the energy pool ......" After Alfie passed out, Robert I faithfully carried out his order, "Two percent, three percent - the baseline energy to open the hatch has been reached - whether to open the hatch or not—"

After a pause of a few seconds without a response, Robert I sounded again: "-Command not updated--Open the hatch-"

As Robert I spoke, a crack suddenly opened in the seat under Alfie's buttocks, and the unconscious Alfie rolled down the slit.

"Meteorite, meteorite dwelling, can actually be discharged, excreted?" the minibus stammered when he saw the figure rolling out of the bottom of the meteorite.

"I think you've been in the dung cell for too long!" said Jurf, who punched the minibus on the head, "but this position, this angle, it's really a little bit similar!"