Lynn received the reply and instinctively covered her mouth with her hand.
He placed the Dataslate on the table and continued reviewing the documents.
A cold, clear voice echoed in his mind, "Aren't you going to send someone?"
"No rush," Lynn said. "Let her fly one more time."
"What if she actually fixed it?"
"It's probably beyond repair; they're investigating in the wrong direction."
"Oh," Rena replied casually.
"But I'll definitely have to go next time; how can they keep up with such a low-level tactic until now?"
"It was all due to their misjudgment."
"Okay." Rena didn't ask any more questions; she trusted Lynn's judgment.
The Rule of Discipline failed its third test flight in the same way.
This time, the problem was with the main engine; its power suddenly dropped by 35 percent on the third lap and lasted for a full 20 minutes.
The spaceship's speed dropped to half of its normal level, and the decrease in engine power was disproportionate to the spaceship's speed.
Luna stood in the control center, watching the fluctuating data, her face as calm as a still pond.
She realized that she couldn't solve the problem on her own.
Lynn was right; she might really need "help."
But she still didn't believe the ship was malfunctioning on its own, or that Lynn could really solve the problem.
She just wanted to see what tricks the other party was playing.
She had someone send a request for help to Lynn.
The next day, a dozen or so people arrived at the spaceport.
They were dressed in the uniforms of the governor's office technicians, carrying various strange boxes, and wearing humble smiles.
Luna glanced around; they were all unfamiliar faces.
She had someone investigate these people's backgrounds.
The result surprised her; these people were neither members of the Adeptus Mechanicus nor Genestealer infected.
They had never left Brevis in a spaceship; they were just ordinary locals who had previously worked as maintenance workers in a factory.
Later, he was recruited by the Governor-General's Office and put in charge of some miscellaneous tasks.
"These are the people?" Sage Emil frowned, his tone full of disdain.
What can they do?
When it comes to calming the Machine Spirit and repairing machinery, who can compare to their Adeptus Mechanicus?
Luna did not answer his question.
She knew these people were incapable of truly solving the problem.
But she wanted to know what Lynn was up to.
"Let them give it a try," Luna decided, despite Emil's puzzled look.
Those people went to the bow of the ship Rule of Discipline.
They did not request entry to the ship, nor even approach the engine room.
They simply stopped in the open space in front of the bow of the ship and began fiddling with the contents of the boxes.
Luna squinted as she watched them take things out of the box.
A pile of paper?
They were yellow papers with red symbols drawn on them.
They laid the papers on the ground, arranging them into a strange shape.
Some are round, some are square, and there are also a few crooked lines.
After setting everything up, they formed a circle and began making some strange movements.
The middle finger and thumb are interlocked, while the other fingers are bent.
His eyes were squinted into cross-eyed shapes, and he muttered something under his breath:
"Hurry, hurry, as the law commands! Mommy and Baby, please comfort me!"
"All things in the world are at my disposal; I wield a peachwood staff as I ride into battle."
Their movements were perfectly synchronized, but their incantations were a jumbled mess.
Sometimes they read it quickly, sometimes slowly, sometimes several people read it together, and sometimes they take turns reading it.
Like actors in a play who haven't rehearsed.
Luna and Emil were both stunned.
The Tech-Priest around him had data scrolling through their eyes, unsure how to react to this scene.
Some people wanted to laugh, but seeing Luna's ashen face, they forced themselves to hold it back.
The technicians who were chanting the incantation were also internally devastated at that moment.
They don't believe in that stuff at all.
All those "Hurry, hurry, as the law commands!" and "Mommy and baby coaxing!" were just things the Governor taught us on the spot.
They themselves didn't even know what they were saying.
But they must read it.
Because the governor said there would be a reward after reading it aloud.
If you don't do well in your studies, you'll have to go back to the factory to repair machines, like 007.
So they had no choice but to grit their teeth and continue reading, enduring the cold gazes of the Adeptus Mechanicus members around them, and praying that the Governor's method would work.
The ceremony lasted about ten minutes.
After they finished, they quickly packed their things, bowed to Luna, and left.
Their departure gave the impression of being impatient.
From beginning to end, they never touched the " Rule of Discipline ".
Luna watched their retreating figures, remaining silent for a long time.
Sage Emil finally couldn't hold back any longer. "That's it?"
Luna rubbed her forehead and shook her head; she didn't know either.
She turned to the priests. "Check again, refill the fuel, and try again."
The priests were stunned for a moment before they got to work.
The Rule of Discipline undergoes its fourth test flight.
The first two laps were completed smoothly.
Everyone held their breath.
Time passed second by second, and finally, the " Rule of Discipline " steadily completed its third lap.
The return journey to the spaceport began without any further incidents.
Everything is normal.
Luna was somewhat unwilling to believe what was happening before her eyes, and even the Sage Emil was stunned.
The priests looked at each other, unsure how to explain what was happening before them.
The Rule of Discipline circled Brevis three times before landing safely.
It is fast, stable, and all systems operate perfectly without any abnormalities or malfunctions.
It was like an obedient child, dutifully completing its task.
Luna looked at it without saying a word.
The next day, they eagerly tried again.
The Rule of Discipline undergoes its fifth test flight.
This time, there was no strange ritual.
" The Rule of Discipline " had only flown two laps when its main engine began to lose power.
On the third lap, the secondary engine also malfunctioned.
It flew slowly and clumsily for the third time before slinking back to the port.
Luna and Emil stood in the control center, remaining silent for a long time.
They feel their worldview is gradually collapsing.
"Could it be..." After a long silence, the Sage Emil finally spoke, his voice as familiar as a wireless telegraph.
"Did that strange ritual really work?"
Luna closed her eyes, not answering the question; her mind was a jumbled mess.
She was Tzeentch Sorcerer who had studied countless forbidden subjects and witnessed countless bizarre phenomena.
She knew that there were countless inexplicable things in the Warp, that Machine Spirit did exist, and that faith could change reality.
But she had never seen anything like it before.
Can a few ordinary people, chanting meaningless incantations and making comical gestures, really restore a Tyrant-class Cruiser to normal?
This is illogical and doesn't conform to any principles she knows.
But the facts are right in front of us.
The Rule of Discipline has indeed been corrected through ritual.
Luna suddenly felt a strange sense of fear.
Because she couldn't understand what Lynn had done at all, the unknown always evoked an instinctive fear.