Bab 321: Running Away.

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

"Aaaa-nd done-zo! Phew, this really took a lot of effort."

Wiping the sweat gathered at his forehead, Dorian stood up and pocketed the wrench in his hands. He then stared at the result of his labor with a proud, satisfied smile.

"That good customer lady did not lie. This thing is waa~ay more complicated than anything I've seen before. Still, performing maintenance on this ship was an invaluable experience."

Dorian then stared at the watch in his hand. Reading the time, a startled expression appeared on his face.

"Crap, I missed lunch again!" he voiced in panic.

Quickly moving, he first removed the tool belt on his waist and carefully put it down on the nearby counter. He then grabbed a rag, wiped his dirty, oil-stained hands on it, and then proceeded to remove the earphones from his ears.