Ralph's eyes lit up, and he eagerly suggested, "Chapter Master, why don't we go ask those mysterious robots?
That way, not only can we satisfy our curiosity, but we can also take the opportunity to properly test just what astonishing capabilities they possess."
Hearing this, Dalaran nodded in agreement without hesitation. "That's a good idea! I'll go find those robots and learn more about the situation."
With that, Dalaran used teleportation to return directly to the flagship's interior.
Dalaran made his way straight to the weapons and equipment repair bay, knowing that it was where the robots gathered.
Sure enough, the moment he entered the repair bay, he saw dozens of robots of varying shapes and sizes working tirelessly in an orderly fashion.
"Chapter Master Dalaran! Greetings!"
Noticing someone entering, the dozens of repair robots almost simultaneously stopped what they were doing, turned in unison, and greeted Dalaran with respectful warmth in synthesized mechanical voices.
Dalaran smiled in reply. "Greetings, masters! You've all worked hard!"
Although the figures before him were nothing more than cold, hard lumps of metal, Dalaran knew full well that their value could not be underestimated. Every robot possessed vast quantities of practical knowledge and technology.
For that reason, Dalaran always maintained the proper respect and humility when facing these highly skilled robots. In his eyes, these seemingly ordinary machines were actually a precious asset to the Raptors and deserved to be treated with care.
"May I ask why Chapter Master Dalaran has come here today? Have the weapons and equipment of the warriors developed problems that require our maintenance and repairs?"
One of the repair robots was the first to break the silence and take the initiative to ask. Its metal shell glinted with a cold sheen, while its electronic eyes conveyed focus and puzzlement.