章 138: Chapter 138: Brewing Storm [2]

Lyra was seated on a revolving chair in one of the many workshops of the Research department, half heatedly, half curiously staring at a pile of random seeming junks against a steel table staring at her.

She found one particular funny and reached out for it with one hand when she suddenly heard a refuting voice from behind.

"Don't touch that." It was sharp.

Lyra flinched, and retracted her hand partially.

She shifted her weight slightly, causing the chair to spin midly. Then she reached her hand out again for the junk pile when she heard the same stern voice.

"Or that." The voice rebuked again, and continued.

"Or the other one. In fact, don't touch anything. Most of those things could incinerate a full grown knight into a puddle. It would be a pain, especially for me, to have to clean up your remains, dammit." The voice said with I'll hidden irritation or annoyance.