"Is this girl nuts or just starving?"
Ruvie, with a livid face, couldn't help think so, and then waved off the visibly troubled Cordova, "Show me the stuff."
"Okay." Cordova immediately took out the spatial rune used when retrieving the "Absolute Express" and re-positioned the flight machine, which resembled a 7.62-caliber bullet, and then whispered to Ruvie, "Actually, about that..."
"Shut up!" Master Ruvie shot forward to the side of "Express" and gestured to Motan and the others, "You guys rest here for a bit while I examine this..."
And with that, he began to hop around the "Express," observing it. He would occasionally pound it with his pliers and wrench. His eyes bulged widely as he muttered a stream of technical terms far beyond common understanding. Clearly, he was in working mode.
"The old fart is always like this." Cordova sighed and turned to Motan and the others, "Don't mind him, this time it shouldn't take too long..."
