Nero followed Tingyun toward the cockpit.
Along the way, they saw quite a few Foxians and Cloud Knights hurrying past, as if they were going to deal with something.
"It feels like everyone is busier than usual."
Nero felt a little confused, but he did not think too deeply about it.
After arriving at the cockpit, the situation there was about the same. Everyone was very busy.
Especially the few people in charge of piloting. They were sweating all over as they worked at the control panel, checking data, grabbing reference manuals, and constantly reaching out to flip switches.
From their expressions, you could sometimes see confusion, sometimes worry, and sometimes even panic.
This scene made Tingyun frown.
In their team, everyone had been old acquaintances and long time partners. Tingyun knew clearly that these few were all veterans.
How to pilot the ship, how to choose the route, these were things they had already memorized after years and years of repetition.
But now, even such experienced hands had reached the point of sweating anxiously while flipping through manuals.
Something serious must have happened.
She no longer cared about helping Nero ask how long it would take to return to the Xianzhou. Tingyun stepped forward to ask what had happened.
One of the assistants shook his head and said, "Lady Tingyun, although the two masters are sweating from anxiety, the situation hasn't reached a very severe level yet.
"The current situation is not enough to cause panic, but it is truly very strange.
"In fact, we have already been sailing in this small star region for three days, yet we still haven't been able to leave this place. Even the surrounding planets have not changed.
"Clearly the energy consumption and mileage on the dials keep increasing, but the fleet's coordinates on the star rail route have not changed at all."
"Clearly we pass countless planets every moment, yet in the blink of an eye we return to this same position."
"The ship can still operate normally for now. Energy reserves are sufficient, and the storage of food and water is still above the minimum required level."
"There is no need to worry too much about that. Even if we stay in this star region for two or three months, it would not be a problem."
"Right now, the two masters are checking whether the ship's instruments are malfunctioning."
"At the same time, we have sent some technically skilled flight time pilots in lifeboats together with the Cloud Knights to inspect the exterior of the ship and the surrounding environment."
"We are trying to make the ship move normally again and leave this star region."
"I see… you've all worked hard."
Tingyun let out a sigh, but she felt much more at ease inside.
Although it was indeed not a small crisis, at least the current situation was still stable.
To put it bluntly, compared to the severe crisis they first imagined, it was the difference between "trouble about to hit" and "death about to hit."
"N-No, it's not hard work! Please don't worry, Lady Tingyun. We'll definitely fix the ship very soon! Aha... ahahaha!"
The young assistant blushed because of Tingyun's comforting words, his several hundred year old face turning red.
His eyes drifted as he raised a hand to scratch the back of his head and let out a silly laugh.
Tingyun narrowed her eyes at him, feeling quite helpless inside.
Compared to hearing him talk here, she would rather he help with his hands like the other two masters.
But there was no helping it. Young people and veterans were still different.
So she did not say anything more.
And compared to that, she was more worried about Nero.
Although this child had been on the Astral Express and had experienced being forced to make an emergency stop because the star rail was blocked by the influence of a Stellaron.
But that was still different from the current situation.
Compared to visible external forces, this kind of unknown influence originating from the ship itself was even more frightening.
It could be understood as the Astral Express suddenly exploding in the middle while traveling and breaking into two sections.
This kind of cosmic air disaster should be the first time this child had encountered it.
No matter how cheerful he was or how brave, at this age, even younger than the young assistant, he would inevitably feel panic and anxiety.
While thinking about how to comfort Nero, Tingyun turned her head toward the white haired boy entrusted by the general, whom she was to bring back to the Xianzhou.
And then…
He was not afraid at all.
The young Foxian lady's gaze fell on Nero. What she saw was not a boy with fear on his face.
In her view, Nero not only did not feel afraid, he even leaned forward eagerly, staring at the ship's dials with bright excitement in his eyes.
In the end, the child even boldly said to the three pilots, two master drivers and the young assistant, "Is it broken? Let me take a look. I might be able to fix it!"
Tingyun, "..."
'I may have underestimated this child.'
'Where exactly does this confidence of yours come from?'
Judging by common sense, Tingyun felt that the scene before her was simply too unrealistic.
She believed Nero might not even be one hundred years old yet, and yet such a child was confidently telling three master drivers that he could help them fix the ship.
Even in the storybooks of the Xianzhou, such a plot was rarely seen.
Nero was very serious. He truly wanted to help the three pilots in front of him.
As for what he relied on, of course it was patting it.
Nero was very confident in his machine spirit soothing technique. After all, Perkins had used it and praised it. Even Clara, Svarog, Serval, and Uncle Yang had been shocked by this skill of his.
As for the ship's current predicament, to Nero it did not count as a predicament.
After all, he had already flown through the universe riding a sword before, and now he also had a sword like Black Cutter that was very comfortable to fly on.
At this moment, he was facing three pairs of doubtful eyes.
"Fix?" The young assistant blinked twice, looking at this small but important person who was requested by the general and personally received by the ferry envoy, yet who had never been heard of before and seemed like someone with connections.
"How are you going to fix it?"
His tone was not harsh, but it was not gentle either.
To be honest, he truly did not know how this boy could fix the ship.
An old Xianzhou saying emphasizes that each profession has its own expertise. Although compared to the two masters he still had much to learn, he dared to say that even General Jing Yuan would not do better than him when it came to repairing a ship.
Even with him and the masters working together they could not solve the problem. What ability did this boy have to solve it?
The assistant still had some pride in his heart.
Moreover, no matter how you looked at it, this boy did not seem to have a background in the Artisanship Commission.
Those big figures and great families, unless they were born in the Artisanship Commission or had been extremely interested in this field since childhood, probably focused more on martial arts and divination, thinking about entering the Cloud Knights or the Divination Commission.
Nero read the distrust in the assistant's eyes, but he did not know how to explain it. After all, if he said he could fix it by patting it twice, he would definitely be treated as a fool.
So the warm hearted Nero could only rely on actions to prove himself.
"This is how you fix it!" As he spoke, Nero raised his hand and slapped the control panel twice.