Chapter 94

But to tell the truth, rozim admits that the homemade rum tastes good and is not much different from the regular goods. Otherwise, he would not want a whole bottle at hand.

He doesn't have the courage to brew it himself, but he still has the courage to bring it back, and it's great.

However, as a veteran of the winery, rozim knows that the most basic quality is to intervene.

If there is nothing wrong, you must be sure as soon as you find a reason to rely on wine money.

In this way, you can stay in a bar for a long time, and the boss will be "close" to yourself.

So he coughed and was ready to be a prick.

"Boss, I didn't say you..."

"The wine is wrong, boss!"

Suddenly, a low roar from his side startled rozim.

By the light, the restaurant master of the battle regiment found that the sleeping drunkard had been replaced by Loken, the technical priest of the Starfire bridge.

Uh!

Ah, oh

Both sounds sounded almost at the same time.

The sweat on rozim's forehead burst out at once.

Leaving aside the strange question of why the other party will appear here, we all know what will happen to a technical priest who leaves his post without authorization.

In other words, the life and death of the other party is now in rozim's hands.

Of course, rozim won't kill him, but at least he has to pay for the wine for himself.

But if that's all, rozim wouldn't be so nervous.

As he has been serving in the kitchen and the battle group restaurant, maybe others don't know him, but Loken, who is qualified to enter the battle group restaurant, must also know him

A restaurant master absent without permission, plus a drunken technical priest

Rozim could imagine how commander soshyan would clean himself up.

But looking at the other party lying on the ground, rozim judged that the other party might still have a hangover.

So after marking the name Loken with countless heavy forks in his heart, rozim rationally decided to retreat.

"A bag of corpse starch or three standard military compressed ration sticks."

The tavern owner's quiet words made rozim give up the idea of sneaking out in the dark.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, rozim felt three compressed ration sticks wrapped in oil paper from his pocket, threw them into an empty wine glass, and then turned his head and went out.

On the spark, food is always hard currency.

However, after about ten steps out of the bar, rozim suddenly remembered that the bottle of unopened spirits had been forgotten on the bar.

He was going to take it back to his bedroom and taste it slowly when he locked the door.

What shall I do? He paid the money

So, out of an instinctive fluke, rozim went back.

The next second, I saw Loken stumble out of the bar door, holding his bottle of wine in his hand and swearing.

Almost at the same time, both sides saw each other.

As a result, the restaurant master and the technical priest of the battle regiment were deadlocked at a distance of ten meters, with embarrassment on each other's faces.

"Ha, that..."

"I think you left something. I'll get it back quickly."

With that, the two sides were silent for a few seconds, and then sent out a burst of insincere dry laughter at the same time, trying to ease the atmosphere.

But it was clearly not very successful.

"It's a nice day today."

"Ah, yes, I came down to find some mushrooms. I heard there was a delicious mushroom nearby."

"Oh, I know, the dead mushroom specially grown on the body."

Rozim felt that he and the other party were like idiots, not to mention that they were still pestering in this place that would be found by others at any time, saying some useless nonsense.

"Why don't we get out of here first? I have a safe passage."

Loken pointed to a path on the right. Rozim thought for a moment and felt that it might not be safe to return to the original road. This guy is a technical priest. No one can surpass him in his understanding of the structure of warships.

Then the safety factor of the road he chose must be very high.

So he nodded and followed the drunk mechanist into a dark path.

"So... Burp!"

Rozim belched, put his boots on a pile of gears and said drunk:

"You're the robot that plans to be the head of an indecent war. As a result, you're beaten by the other party."

The master of the War Regiment restaurant shook his head and laughed jokingly.

"I don't understand you oil guys. Do you want to operate its exhaust pipe? Or its power socket? You don't feel flustered..."

"You know a piston!"

Sitting in the chair, Loken kept his head depressed with mechanical appendages, while his right hand continued to put some mixture of alcohol and oil into his mouth.

"It... It's different! I can feel it! It's a technical product! A perfect masterpiece! By studying it, I can further integrate with omnisaia!"

"So, burp! You still want to fuck it."

"Shut up! You organic trash full of reproductive activities!"

Rozim smiled, staggered to his feet and swept his eyes around Loken's workshop.

Suddenly, he noticed a strange instrument on the shoulder of a castle level combat robot, which was like a huge watering can, with a hose behind it connected to a half man high metal can.

"What is this? It looks like my big oil pot."

"Idiot!"

Loken dropped his glass on the table, stood up, patted the metal can behind the battle robot and said:

"Commander Zhan asked me to develop, burp! A non lethal weapon specially used to capture targets. It contains a special high molecular polymer, which must be stored in a low-temperature tank."

He pointed to the watering can like device.

"Once launched, this high molecular polymer will quickly condense into a tough strip of solid material that is not afraid of water and fire. This spiral ejector can spray it 100 meters away. Once sprayed, it will be harmful! Even astat can't break free for a while and a half."

"Just blow it. Astat can't get rid of it."

Rozim scoffed and walked around the robot, then noticed a movable rocker behind the ejector.

"What's this --"

He held out his hand.

"Hello!!"

At this time, the door of Loken workshop suddenly opened. Jamini Ford, who is also a technical priest and in charge of biology, said to the inside outside:

"Loken, lend me two of your health robot -"

[door] = = = 8 (⊙ ⊙)?

Rozim's fingers had already pressed down

The next second, a milky liquid spiraled out of the ejector, directly drowning the poor technical priest.

"Uh --"