Bab 822: Fair 2

In some pale yellow plains on the outskirts of Nocto

Three black mechs landed slowly on the wild plains, covered with wilted wild grass.

"According to our sources, the signal first showed up around here," the first black mech with bull horns on its head spoke first.

"With the intel department's outdated techniques? I bet they were played with again," another mech, this one holding a huge scythe, said grumpily. "Do you have any real info or not, Matthew? Running around like this all day is tiring too."

"That depends on Allie." Matthew sat in his mech, looking as gentlemanly as ever. " Boris, how did you feel about that mech you finished off last time?"

"How did I feel?" The mech with the giant scythe paused. "Should be Level Five Willpower, I might not be able to finish 'em off myself. But with Allie's interference, and your long-range shooting, it was still very easy. One hit K.O.! Hehe!"