"This young lady, you are so charming, the real person is even more beautiful than in the projection. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" The dwarf who ran to them seemed to have only Rebecca in his eyes, and he bowed to her very exaggeratedly, and his forehead was about to kiss the ground.

"You've won the prize, I guess you're the owner here, Mr. Dobby, right?" Rebecca forced her disgust and handed her hand out, and Dobby barely managed to finish the kiss on tiptoe.

Alfie and Zambit, who were completely ignored, glanced at each other, and took a step forward in unison, quietly protecting Rebecca behind him. They notice that Dobby is drooling suspiciously at Rebecca again.

Rebecca withdrew her hand and hid it behind Alfie's back, smearing the saliva on the back of Alfie's robe.

Dobby wiped a handful of saliva that was already on his chin as if he had never seen a beautiful woman and said, "Exactly." I don't know what Miss's name is—"

"You can call me Rebecca, these two are my henchmen. Rebecca casually pointed at Alfie and Zambit.

The great troll warrior turned out to be just a sidekick? Zambit was a little angry at the time, but fortunately Alfie noticed that his face was wrong, and gently tugged at his clothes, so that Zambit could stop Zambit's rampage in time.

"Why didn't I ever know there was a beautiful young lady like you in Camp Calus?" said Dobby's expression of hatred, he didn't notice the little movements because he didn't even notice the existence of the two of them.

"Hehe, because you've never deigned to be to Camp Calus. Rebecca said with a dry laugh.

"Aha, Lord Christopher is a generous buyer, but in some ways too petty. Otherwise our cooperation would have been much more pleasant. Dobby looked at Rebecca in confusion and said.

Everyone tacitly knew that Dobby was secretly complaining about Christopher's principle of never letting women in the trade. Alfie and Zambit looked at each other speechlessly, and any normal person, as long as he had seen Dobby's color swatch, he would probably warn the opposite sex to stay away from him, the better. Moreover, it was true that they had not seen a few women in the Calus camp.

"Looks like Mistress Christopher sent me here this time, don't you think you've promised us to trade early?" Rebecca smiled charmingly at Dobby, causing Dobby's breathing to become rapid.

"No, that's right. Although there are still a few ballistas and trebuchets that I agreed on due to time, I can completely replace them with something else. ”

"I wonder what Mr. Dobby is going to replace it?"

"Then it depends on what price you are willing to pay~" Dobby said ignoring the two "henchmen" who stood between him and Rebecca.

"Why don't you let me see what options you have before deciding?" said Rebecca with a wink at Dobby.

"Absolutely. Dobby said with a red face.

"So how about we take an inventory of the ballistas and catapults you've made?"

"It's fine. This side please. Dobby reluctantly glanced at Rebecca before pressing the wristband a few times when a rumbling sound came from behind a machine not far away.

It was strange to Zambit that since he met Dobby, Alfie, the rapping bard, had become extraordinarily quiet, and from time to time his mind wandered for a while, could it be that Rebecca's warning was so effective?

After Dobby took them around the machine, they noticed an entrance to the ground there, which seemed to be the laboratory's warehouse.

"Please follow me. Dobby pressed the wristband twice more, and a fist-sized ball flew over, emitting a soft glow that lit up the warehouse.

"What an ingenious lighting tool, but I don't know where its energy comes from?" Alfie, who had just recovered from his habitual stunned state, was very interested in this lighting tool that could fly automatically, and he was eager to grab it in his hand and study it immediately.

"Mr. Dobby, with all due respect, I wonder when you started studying mechanical engineering?" Rebecca asked, pretending to be unconcerned, admiring the various strangely shaped machines in the warehouse.

"Well, that's a good question, let me think about it, maybe twenty or thirty years. Dobby recalled. Alfie noticed that since entering the warehouse, Dobby's obsessive demeanor had been replaced by a savvy businessman's temperament.

"So, you've been building this lab since then?" Rebecca asked, with an interested expression.

"No, no, when I first started studying mechanical engineering, the conditions were very rudimentary. As for this lab, do you think it's possible to build it so well in just a few decades?" Dobby denied, shaking his head.

"So you didn't build this lab?"

"It's an exaggeration, to be precise, I'm just doing a bit of renovation on the site. ”

"Oh, what do you mean, this lab has been around for a long time?"

"Of course, everyone knows that this is the hometown of the Grand Duke Augusta of Bavaria, isn't it normal to have a laboratory left behind here?"

"Can I understand that it is the inheritance of the Grand Duke of Bavaria that has enabled you to achieve such amazing achievements today?"

"Aha, come and see these trebuchets, the latest, improved by Dobby, with a 1.5-fold increase in range and a double the shell load. This is a siege weapon!" Dobby didn't answer Rebecca's question, but took a few steps excitedly, patting the brand-new trebuchet with tung oil in front of him.

Dobby certainly had reason to be proud, and even a layman like Zambit could see that each of the trebuchets in front of him was much taller and stronger than the one he had "ridden" in the first place.

"What a masterpiece. Rebecca didn't show any strange look on her face, but she was secretly annoyed that the time was unfortunate enough for Dobby to avoid the question.

"There are eighteen in all, and in two months, twenty trebuchets will be completed. Now that you're going to trade in advance, you're going to have to replace it with something else. Dobby said regretfully.

"The situation is urgent, it was a mistake on our part, so we are willing to make some compensation. Rebecca said hypocritically.

'Make up for it! Who doesn't know that you have nothing on you, not even Alfie, the poor bard. Zambit complained in his heart, and when he mentioned compensation, he remembered the snow leopard skin that was extorted by Rebecca.

"Miss Rebecca, you're so polite. Why don't you look at the alternatives before you make a decision?" I have to admit that when Dobby is not deceived by beauty and talks about trading seriously, he does look like a shrewd businessman.

"That's for the best. Mr. Dobby, you are so empathetic. Rebecca complimented without a trace.

"Hehe, this way, please. Dobby stretched out his hand and turned in one direction first.

Alfie was suddenly stunned for some reason at this time, and after being stunned for a while, a strange expression appeared on her face.

"Alfie, hurry up. Zambit followed Rebecca out of the distance, only to find that Alfie hadn't followed, so he turned around and urged.

"Come, come. I'm sorry, but I'm fascinated by these highly skilled machines. Seeing that Dobby and Rebecca were both looking at him with strange eyes, Alfie said with a haha.