Mage Joan

Duo Er complained grievously, and Ruby pretended not to hear it.

Regarding her and Dooer's life, "Miss Ruby" seems to have an inexplicable stubbornness. No matter how the other side complains, she just doesn't change her tongue.

Joan was busy from early morning to afternoon, and he didn't have enough time to eat lunch. It was really tired at this time.

After eating the delicious refreshments cooked by Duo Er, resting on the sofa for half an hour, feeling that my energy has recovered, I got up and returned to the experimental site.

As soon as he entered the door, Joan saw the Magnets painted vermilion from head to toe.

Ruby and Duoer, two beautiful painters with apron and headscarf, are very satisfied with their labor results. When they saw Joan coming back, they excitedly asked him how the red paint of the Magister's Corps looked.

Joan didn't like red paint that was too high-profile, but he had seen the magical pilot soldier painted in red paint with his own eyes. He felt the chin with his chin, and the more he looked, the more he felt. Emmm... really fragrant!

"Brother Joan, let's give the Magistrate a nickname next!" Ruby suggested aggressively.

"It's not a kitten or a puppy, what's the nickname? Isn't it good to call the Magistrate?" Joan felt that the nickname was not necessary at all.

However, both Ruby and Duo Er firmly stated that the "nickname" is not only necessary, but like the name of a person, it should be as good and loud as possible!

Joanne still felt that his precious brain cells should not be wasted on such trivial matters, so he shrugged indifferently and let Ruby and Dora take their ideas.

"Brother Joan, Aunt Dole, have you noticed that this magical pilot looks like Ruby! How about calling her "Darby"?"

"Not at all like you!"

Duoer shook his head honestly.

Joan didn't intend to worry about the nickname, but the name "Da Ruby" was too funny, and he was rejected on the spot!

Ruby was opposed by the two, and morale was badly hit, grunting.

Duoer stroked a strand of curly hair hanging down his ear, and after a long thought, recommended a nickname to Joan.

"Mr. Vader, how about naming the Magnets "Zaku"?"

"Zagu?" Joan asked puzzledly. "How do you spell this word? Does it have any special meaning?"

"Zaku!" Duoer answered with a smile, "In ancient giant language, this means'comet'."

Joan thought that the word had a good meaning, and it only had four letters. It was easy to remember and easy to remember, so he accepted Duo’er’s suggestion, and named the magical trooper he made by himself as “Zha ancient".

Ruby felt that although the nickname "Zagu" was not as prestige as the "Darubi" she just mentioned, it sounded good, and soon became happy again, and couldn't wait to get into "Zagu"'s belly, Try to drive this magical pilot manually.

Joan quickly grabbed the overly lively little loli and said angrily: "The paint is not dry yet. You are climbing up now, are you afraid of rubbing the paint?"

"Oh, what I said..."

"Miss Ruby" shrank back and turned and asked Doer: "Is there a fan here? Anyway, I have nothing to do now. Give me a fan. I'll fan Zagu fan and let the paint on it dry quickly. "

Duo Er smiled and shook his head: "Miss Ruby, take the fan, when will you fan it? You don't have to work hard. Wait patiently for a while, and the anti-rust paint will dry out after at most two hours."

Joan found Ruby's face depressed, very shocked, and a bit unbearable, so he created a wall of wind around the magician.

He maintains his spellcasting concentration and uses a mental power to control the wind wall to hover around the magician at high speed. The whistling airflow accelerates the evaporation of the water in the paint and dries out in less than ten minutes.

Joan canceled the "wind wall technique", patted Ruby's head lightly, established a "myth link", and by the way granted her the authority to control the magician.

"Zaku! I'm coming!"

Little Loli lifted up her skirt and cheered at the magician.

Zaku followed the spiritual instructions given by Joan with the "myth link", automatically opened the hatch and dropped the gangway.

Ruby ran up the gangway, drilled into the engine room, Zaku immediately retracted the gangway, and closed the door.

Duoer walked to Joan, looking up at the magician with his eyes full of curiosity.

"What does Miss Ruby want to do next?"

"God knows!" Joan shrugged and shrugged. "I just hope she doesn't make it too much. There is not enough space for her to control the magic weapon."

The Magnets began to move their limbs under Ruby’s driving, like doing gymnastics. However, with the huge size of the steel giant, all his hands and feet were accompanied by the whistling of the air or heavy foot sounds, and the entire experiment venue tremble slightly.

"Mr. Vader, Zaku’s volume is too large to be displayed in a small indoor environment. You’d better remind Miss Ruby not to do too violent actions to avoid breaking the wall."

Duo'er looked at the magic pilot drove in the laboratory, and his eyes were full of worry.

"Don't worry, the autopilot mode of the Magister's Corps is an insurance. If Ruby makes an operation that endangers the laboratory, Zaku will correct it in time."

"But what you said makes sense. The indoor space is too narrow to display the performance of the magician. We should go outdoors to find a vast venue, such as a campus playground, to conduct a more comprehensive test of Zaku."

Joan looked at the magical pilot soldier like a trapped beast in the cage and thought about it.

It seemed that he had heard his conversation with Dooer, and Ruby's voice came excitedly from the Magister's throat speaker.

"Brother Joan! Ruby, I want to drive Zagu out for activities, okay?"

Joan suspects that the little girl regards the Magister Airman as a big toy, and she wants to show off in front of her little friends on campus.

Thinking about it for a second, Magisters is not a shameful thing, and Ruby's mentality is not bad. Besides, she can help test drive and collect test data by herself.

"Ruby, you come down first, we will transport Zaku out of the laboratory and go to the playground to test."

"oh, OK!"

Ruby followed Joan's instructions, stopped the maneuver pilot, opened the cabin, and ran back to Joan and Duo'er. His red face was full of excitement, and apparently he hadn't played enough.

"Mr. Vader, the magician is 15 feet tall and weighs nearly 11 tons. The weight is too large to walk out of the laboratory door. How do you plan to transport it?" Duo Er frowned.

"This problem was taken into account when I designed the magic weapon."

Joan pulled out a handkerchief that exuded magic power from the pocket of his jacket, laid flat on the floor, and chanted the mantra. The handkerchief was transformed into a dimensional hole with a radius of five feet, and the depth was similar to the height of the magician. Five feet.

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