Rasha and Ling exchanged a glance. They both knew Beka's personality. The swordsman usually had his mind set on the way of the sword.
If he said something was interesting, there had to be something wrong with it.
Rasha and Ling hurried over. Before long, they found a machine concealed on a nearby platform.
As far as Rasha, Ling, and the others were concerned, machines were still black boxes. They knew how to use them and what they were for, but they didn't understand how they were made or the technological principles behind them—and they didn't need to.
Now they stood around the machine, puzzled over what it was for.
Only Beka had noticed something strange about it at first. He pointed at the machine and said,
"When I was making my rounds here just now, this machine lit up. Someone inside was speaking, saying that someone had entered the Underworld and to make sure it stayed safe."
"A communication system?" Rasha said, resting his chin on his hand. "That doesn't seem right. The technology in this world is so advanced, so why is this communication system so primitive?"
That was right: Rasha had used the word "primitive."
Most of the communication between Rasha and Liu Zhi's group was through telepathy, but even the long-range communication equipment they could produce was better than this.
That didn't fit with the state of technology in this plane.
Rasha immediately understood what Beka was thinking.
In a high-tech plane like this, the appearance of such ordinary technology was a problem in itself.
"Get a few Engineering Goblins over here to check what's going on."
In truth, Rasha and the others were overthinking it. There was nothing unusual about the machine.
It was just a communication device that Blake had built with his own