"There's a point in what you're saying. Barnett couldn't agree more with Alfie.

"I don't know if I can take a look at this microphone. Alfie asked, gesturing to the sound ball in Rebecca's hand, he had a guess in his mind that he needed to test it out for himself.

"Absolutely. Barnett shrugged indifferently. Rebecca reluctantly handed the ball to Alfie.

Alfie took the sound ball and watched it carefully, and the guess in her mind became clearer.

"It seems that my guess was correct, it's not just a soundball. Alfie smiled confidently, "It has some other functions. ”

"What function? I've been getting it for more than 2,000 years, and I've studied it more than once, why have I never found a hidden function in it?" Barnett looked incredulous.

"So Mr. Kenobi is right, you really don't have any talent for mechanical engineering. Perhaps if you could discover the secret of this microphone ball for yourself, Mr. Kenobi would have officially accepted you as a student a year ago. Alfie said honestly.

"Tell me what hidden features you've discovered?" Rebecca said impatiently, not giving up a single clue about Kenobi.

"Rebecca, do you remember that in the lab, Dobby used to spy on us through that microphone?" Alfie asked.

"Of course, that nasty fellow!" Although Dobby is likely to be crushed, Rebecca is angry at the mention of him.

"Since Dobby's microphone ball has a surveillance function, there is no reason why the microphone ball made by Kenobi does not have such a function. I don't think Dobby had the talent to create the microphone ball that functions in the waiting room. Alfie hinted unmistakably.

"What do you mean—" Barnett seemed to understand something.

"This microphone ball also has a monitoring function, or a visual sound transmission function. Alfie pointed to an inconspicuous hole in the microphone ball and said, "This is supposed to be a surveillance hole, you said you haven't seen Mr. Kenobi for nearly two thousand years, but in fact what you do is basically in his sight......"

"I told me how he knew about my alcoholism, and I knew that Profit could never be the kind of person who was talkative. Barnett jumped up and yelled.

Profitt Elfi, the leader of the Troll Tribe, was stunned for a moment, and secretly jotted down this clue.

"This would explain why Mr. Kenobi hasn't seen you for nearly two thousand years, when in fact your every move is under his control. I guess all of his orders were sent to you through this microphone, right?" Alfie momentarily suppressed the curiosity in his heart.

Whenever Mr. Kenobi has a need, he will contact me through this microphone, and when he is hot, if I have any difficulties, he will also ask him for help through this microphone. Barnett couldn't afford to drink now, and he regretted that he had missed such an important lead.

"Alfie, what do you mean can be a visual transmission between this microphone ball and Kenobi?" Rebecca was concerned about that, and she shouted excitedly.

"Theoretically......

"Then use it to get in touch with Kenobi, I'm already impatient!" Alfie was interrupted by a frustrated Rebecca before she could finish speaking.

"But the microphone ball has long since failed...... Barnett muttered. In the aftermath of the cataclysm, he tried nothing to restore the microphone to its function.

"It seems that it is. After fiddling with the sound ball for a while, Alfie said helplessly to Rebecca: "I have checked, it is not a problem of energy, the energy used by this inconspicuous sound ball is actually a Beamon Magic Crystal, which is really a big deal." ”

"Why is this happening?" shouted Rebecca, a little desperate. Hope always slipped past her, and whenever she thought it was right in front of her, the cold door would mercilessly close to her.

"I can't help it, after all, I'm not at the level of Mr. Kenobi. Alfie returned the microphone ball to Rebecca, pointed to a gap next to what was supposed to be a surveillance hole, and said, "Stick your fingernails in, and you can feel a small bump, which should be the switch that activates the visual sound." ”

"Are you sure the microphone ball is dead?" Rebecca took the microphone ball and tried it with her nails stuck in the gap.

"If there is no accident...... "Alfie had just said this, and the accident actually happened.

After Rebecca's fingernails reached in, the microphone ball suddenly heard a strange creak, and then a synthesized voice came out of it: "Scan passed, 99.99% similar, it can be concluded that it is me, Level 1 response program activated." ”

"What's going on?" Rebecca looked at Alfie a little nervously, and he was the only one who could guess the truth.

"What? has it reached the level of analytical programming?" Alfie also showed a shocked face, he didn't expect that in this world of swords and magic, he could do it to this extent.

Although he had been impressed by the mechanical engineering skills of both Kenobi and Archduke Augusta of Bavaria, it was only in mechanical engineering. Alfi never expected Kenobi to touch the field of electronic information and bioengineering. In Alfie's opinion, it is impossible to do this in the world of Eliat, where magic is rampant, how did Kenobi do it?

"Alfie, tell me, what should I do?" Rebecca was holding the video microphone ball like a hot potato, and she didn't hold it, she didn't throw it.

"Calm down, I think you're touching something that only you can trigger. Alfi suppressed the shock in her heart and comforted, "You have to believe that this is set by Mr. Kenobi, and he will never have any ill will towards you, will he?"

"Kenobi will never hurt me!" Alfie's words calmed Rebecca a lot, and after the fear faded, infinite hope came back to her heart, wasn't she abandoned by Lady Luck this time?

At this time, as if fully activated, the visual microphone ball gradually flew out of Rebecca's hand, and from the hole that Alfie identified as a surveillance hole, a soft light shot out, scanning Rebecca from head to toe, and the inside of the microphone made a creaking sound again.

Immediately after that, the microsphere exploded in the middle, and a small flying machine flew out of the microsphere, flying into the distance, and soon disappeared in the moonlight of the red moon in the sky.

A piece of parchment fell with the explosion of the sound ball, and happened to fall into the hands of Rebecca, who was obsessed with the direction of the disappearance of the aircraft......