Although it looked like an ordinary, old-fashioned mechanic shop from the outside, the background of this shop was not small...
It's connected to the Mechanist Alliance!
But this has nothing to do with him, it's just here for its main business!
As Gary Smith walked into the shop, he was instantly hit with a strong smell of machine oil, somewhat stinging.
Nevertheless, after toweling it off for a while, he started to get high!
He almost felt like piloting a Gundam!
Just then, a timid voice sounded:
"Do you have an appointment?"
The speaker was a young girl, about fifteen or sixteen, short brown hair, wearing gloves and a mask, holding a wrench and screwdriver, wearing a navy-blue long-sleeve work uniform, with the four-block letters "Old Watson's Repair" printed on it.
The cuffs of her sleeves had been specially tightened, her face and clothes both had black marks from wiping off machine oil, but her silver eyes were slightly panicked, showing a hint of social anxiety.