"When do we start?"

"Right now... You arrange someone to take them over."

After speaking, Lumier stopped and then said something in a strange accent to the two Lizardmen.

That was probably the indigenous language.

Derek didn't say much, called over the ship's technician, and asked him to take these two seemingly abnormal-minded indigenous people to the boiler room.

The ship's technician looked at Derek with eyes as if he were seeing a sea monster upon hearing his command.

"Are you sure? Let these... guys? Go to such a place?"

Derek said with a stern face.

"Exactly, they are experts hired by Baron Ticky... At least let them give it a try."

"Alright, but I won't be responsible if anything goes wrong." Seeing Derek had no intention of compromising, the ship's technician finally gave up his insistence.

With a skeptical mind, he led the two chattering Lizardmen into the boiler room.

This place is the core military restricted area of the Grace, even ship officers are not allowed to enter freely, and the entry and exit of these professional personnel are strictly controlled — each time they enter or exit, they need to register their name and time on a form.

Yet now, he actually had to take two bare-footed, tail-swinging Lizardmen inside and let them examine it.

Even if it's the captain's order, even if it's special measures for special times... Isn't this too casual?!

He walked all the way, beating the drum in his heart.

But what he completely didn't expect was—these two Lizardmen actually started doing "real work" as soon as they entered the room?!

They abruptly changed from their neurotic behavior on deck, suddenly gaining a bit of a professional air — like soldiers seeing their guns.

One of them reached out a claw, lightly tapped the boiler's outer shell, and leaned an ear against it to carefully listen for sounds.

The other quickly flipped the pipeline connections, swiftly sliding its claws between the valve and the steel pipe gaps, mumbling words and occasionally exclaiming "tsk tsk," "wow, is this even possible."

At first, the ship's technician thought they were marveling at the Imperial's technology, but he soon translated other undertones from their tone and expression.

"Damn, this design is too inhumane..."

"Not even as good as that old relic we've got from the fifties in my factory."

"Turns out it's a pressure relief valve issue—hey, see what I said," the slightly taller Lizardman pointed at the pressure relief valve with a claw tip, proudly saying, "Scale! We've cracked the case."

The other slightly shorter Lizardman circled around the boiler half a circle, muttering.

"I'm afraid it's not just that, there are at least a dozen minor issues... Do they never maintain their machines at all? I see that rubber plug has hardened."

"Don't complicate things, just do enough to get the ship moving. Next time it breaks, they can come to us for repair, haha."

The ship's technician didn't understand what they were saying and could only look at Lumier—the accompanying baron servant—in desperation.

Lumier hesitated for a moment, choosing some parts he could understand and explaining.

For example, the valves are clogged.

For example, plugs are aging, and so on.

The ship's technician looked at him in disbelief, then looked at the two barefoot indigenous, mouth agape as if he could fit a large bolt inside.

These Lizardmen... actually found the source of the problem?!

Further reddening his face, according to Lumier's explanation, the issues on this steam engine weren't caused by the storm at all.

They had been there long ago.

And existing for at least over three months!

Lumier looked at the puzzled ship's technician strangely.

"Even though I don't know much about steam engines... Didn't you ever notice these problems?"

The ship's technician mechanically shook his head.

"Problems? Aren't those... just normal?"

Lumier fell silent for a moment.

Maybe because he hadn't stayed at sea for long, hadn't encountered these issues, and didn't know what the standard for so-called normal was.

As long as it works?

Watching the two Lizardmen pointing at his precious machine night after night, the ship's technician now felt problems everywhere, swallowing as he asked.

"Can it be fixed?"

Lumier heard this and smiled lightly.

"Not a big problem."

That's what Lord Demon King said himself—

He may doubt those Players' reliability, but he never doubted the skill in their hands.

Lumier didn't know what the skill means, but seeing the shocked expression on this "professional's" face, somewhat understood now.

The two Lizardmen worked perfectly together, quick and steady, within minutes taking apart the pressure pipe, cleaning it, and re-wrapping it with a temporary sealant mixture of burlap and resin.

"Done!" The slightly taller Lizardman proudly patted its hands, took two steps back, and stood appreciating.

"Dude, your craft is awesome! Where do you work?"

"Haha... the name of the community won't be mentioned; gotta protect the privacy of the tenants."

"Pfft..."

They were working and chatting up a storm, making the listening technician beside them bewildered.

Though he couldn't understand a word, judging by their operational efficiency and mutual understanding... these "indigenous" seemed to really know their stuff.

Not only that, they also casually "broadened" the entrance of the boiler's combustion chamber, rectified the slightly off flame nozzle, cleaned carbon deposits, and even spot-welded two iron plate seams, addressing seven or eight minor issues on the steam engine in one go.

The boiler was re-ignited.

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