Chapter 596 595 I knew the fate between me and the Tower of Rings
Chapter 596 595. I knew that my bad relationship with the Ring Tower was far from over.
Murphy's time to return to Transia is very tight this time.
The Blood Flag Highlands is still being fought over there. Who knows if some smart guy will deliberately save points and summon him, the mainline NPC, to help him out.
Although he deliberately set his support score very high in order not to be embarrassed, accidents would always happen, so Murphy felt that he should not waste too much time.
After the meeting with Miriam, Murphy wanted to go to Tris, but found that the Archduke Blood Vulture was still talking to the two goatmen he brought back, probably talking about the Arch Duke Blood Vulture's "younger days"
The dark history, so the cautious Murphy did not choose to disturb his girlfriend to avoid Tris becoming angry, but went down to the bottom of the corridor again.
In the passage outside the collapsed Hall of Holy Blood, he saw a strange piece of engineering equipment in operation, and the steam marionette Jasmine he had seen last time was standing guard next to the equipment in boredom.
As Murphy approached, he saw more clearly that the crushed gold ore was being put into the mechanical box behind the excavator-like equipment through a conveyor belt. This thing was similar to all the excavators Murphy had seen before.
The machines are all different.
To be precise, the biggest difference is that it has six "spider legs". This thing can move on its own when necessary.
"I remember that Old Flywheel only brought you two and his tool box to my site, so did he knock this thing out with a wrench these days? Is this the power of the master of steam engineering? It's amazing."
Murphy put his hands behind his back and did not touch the strange device with his hands. Instead, he maintained the attitude of "bringing a vampire" and asked Jasmine. The boring steam marionette didn't even bother to answer the question.
Her mechanical bionic face, made of steel and some special substances, made a "boring" expression and curled her lips and said:
"It was made by the old flywheel when he was 'guiding the work' in your arsenal. This was a gift from the loyal brother to the distinguished guest. Of course, the cunning guy also secretly took away the design drawing of the flywheel.
He thought that a marionette assassin like me didn't notice his little tricks. He was really ridiculously cunning.
But in fact, he can ask for it directly. This kind of mining walking machine has long been popular in the mines of the brass dwarves, and the blueprint is not a valuable secret at all, let alone the more advanced 'destroyer' walking machines in Port Shardau.
Machine model.
It seems you Transians are really not good at engineering!
Old Feilun made a vicious comment and said that the engineering level here is at least four hundred years behind ours. Perhaps in his eyes, there is no difference between you and jackals."
"Well, for partners, such an evaluation is really disappointing and difficult, but since you are here, our average level of engineering in Transia can probably be stretched a bit.
Well, the level of intelligence in the air is really improving visibly to the naked eye."
Murphy shrugged and complained:
"So, where is the flywheel? I want to talk to him about inviting him to serve as the 'Master of Transian Engineering'."
"He is purifying burning gold products in Mrs. Cuisi's laboratory. I suggest you not to go there. Although Old Flywheel is shameless, he also swore back then that he would not allow you to watch the purification of burning gold.
It's not a matter of friendship or business. Once it happens, he himself will be in trouble.
I guess you don’t want to face the pursuit of the Iron-Hearted Hunters of the Brass Dwarves. Those who deviate from the guidance of Mother Earth are real madmen, and anyone who wants to get involved in the secret of burning gold is their eternal enemy.
"
Jasmine warned in a sharp, mechanical voice:
"Old Flywheel has suffered a lot over the years. He already knows the price of trouble. And I don't think he will take the position of your engineering craftsman. That guy takes the knowledge in his head very seriously. In the church
After killing those bugbear workers, he didn't even bother to say a few more words to the fool."
"Oh, my partner is really versatile. I heard that the preparation of burning gold is a secret among the brass dwarves, but I didn't expect that Flywheel can actually do it."
Murphy squinted his eyes and said:
"Where did he learn this? He couldn't have worked in a dwarf mineral company, right?"
"Hey, human wisdom!"
Jasmine replied disdainfully:
"You don't even think about it, how could the stone brains of the dwarves possibly figure out the process of preparing burning gold by themselves? They are not good at alchemy.
That is the secret developed by Professor Bach Gaslamp, the mentor of Flywheel, my ancestor, and the founder of steam engineering. I heard that when the dwarves found the gold mine and didn't know how to use it, they asked the gas lamp for advice.
Professor, it took the latter three months to refine the true secret of burning gold with his vast and vast talents.
He was very smart and knew that it was a magical object that could change the world, so he made an agreement with Lord Hadran, the supreme lord of the Brass Dwarves.
My ancestor taught the brass dwarves the process of preparing burning gold. The brass dwarves provided protection for the halflings and formed an eternal brotherhood. After that, the city of the brass dwarves and Port Shardau were truly
The cooperation between the two parties has taken off.
But let me tell you, burning gold is actually not a good thing.
After that, the old Professor Bach Gaslamp almost never touched gold-burning technology, and turned to study steam engineering. In his later years, he finally broke through the bottleneck of engineering and made the magical steam marionette.
That's a guy like me.
This is the proudest achievement of Professor Gaslamp's life. In his autobiography, he did not mention the discovery of burning gold at all. This obviously represents my ancestor's disgust for burning gold.
Of course, we all know now that it is because the birth of Burning Gold is related to subspace.
It itself is synonymous with the word ‘danger’.”
"Um?"
Murphy blinked and said:
"Lao Feilun called you two students before. I thought it was some kind of quirk of his, but I didn't expect that you two are actually his students? Then how did you end up being made into secret puppets? It's because you don't
Are you obedient?
Or is it because he always sounds like he deserves to be beaten when he speaks?
Listen to my advice, little Jasmine, if you want to stay in Transia for a long time, you must not be so venomous, or you will be hated by my warriors."
"Hey, who cares what you think? I'm dead, okay? And my story, it's a really sad story."
Jasmine, the assassin-type steam marionette, made a dramatic gesture of wiping her eyes, and said in a sharp and vicious tone:
"When the old flywheel was kicked by Ms. Bach Jr., he went a little crazy. Later, he accidentally broke the intimacy between Bach Jr. and his junior brother Minx in the laboratory. Well, I guess I shouldn't say this.
In short, Feilun's crazy mind was related to this matter. He went out of his way to connect Bach's love with his engineering achievements with Mr. Mincks.
So he and his genius junior brother had a duel in the name of engineering, but that idiot was so anxious to make his own 'doomsday battle device' that he didn't check it multiple times, causing the thing to explode when it was started.
He was fine, but his eye was injured.
But we sisters were unlucky. As his apprentices, Dina and I were directly killed on the spot.
Old Flywheel was exiled from Port Chardeau because of this incident, but he still had a conscience. He found a familiar friend to dig us out of the cemetery and pieced together things to help us get the 'resurrection' thing done.
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Alas, although Old Flywheel is indeed a jerk, he is actually pretty good to both of us.
I guess there must be some guilt in this. Of course, I don’t rule out that Old Flywheel is a senior pervert, just like some of the bastards in those mysterious craftsmen gatherings in Port Chardeau who don’t like living people, but like machines.
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Your simple vampire brain will never imagine what those disgusting guys would do to the machine. Just thinking about it makes the third energy tube in my heart tremble."
"Wow, the life of you halflings is really exciting. It is completely different from any other race on this continent."
When Murphy heard the gossip, he immediately felt that his trip was worthwhile.
As for Jasmine, even if she became a marionette, she couldn't change the girls' talkative character. She also planned to reveal some fierce information, but as soon as she opened her mouth, her body seemed to have been turned off a switch.
After a mournful cry, the duck sat on the spot with a snap, his head lowered, and was "shut down".
Murphy looked up and saw the old flywheel carrying a small bag walking over from the corner in front with a gloomy expression, holding a large mechanical-style controller in his hand.
"Ah, I can't keep this mechanical Marionette who can't control his mouth. I knew I should have operated on Jasmine's brain and sewed her mouth shut.
This guy liked to talk nonsense when he was alive."
The gloomy wild warlord cursed. He strode forward and observed the operation of the mining walker. Then he raised his head and looked at Murphy and said:
"A Halfling airship came outside, and your city was alarmed. On it was the flag of the Hoffman family. So, Murphy, my partner, are you planning to 'eat two things with one fish'?"
"No, no, no, that's just the military assistance I asked for from Lord Heather, some gold-burning products that we urgently need. After they unload the goods, they will stay in the city as our transportation force, and we have already paid for it.
Got money.
Don’t worry, I didn’t reveal any money-making news about Transia to the Hoffman family.
Don't be suspicious, my friend."
Murphy waved his hands and said:
"Is the purification in the laboratory going well?"
"so so."
The old flywheel curled his lips, took out a piece of something from the bag in his hand and threw it to Murphy. The latter took it in his hand and found that it was an energy crystal the size of his little finger.
This is obviously a crude gold-burning product obtained after several rounds of processing. It cannot be used directly, but it can change from the ore state to what it is now, which fully proves that the old flywheel does have two brushes.
"Why not make it into a powder or alchemical catalyst that can be used?"
Murphy asked, and the old flywheel shook his head and said:
"That requires special filtration and separation devices. Such devices are only available in the Dwarf Mineral Company and the Port of Chardo. I can only make it into a semi-finished product here, but it can actually be sold as a commodity.
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Especially for psionicists, this form of burning gold can even be used as a 'spell casting medium' to increase the power of spells.
If you need it, I can sell it to you cheaper.
I charge you 100,000 gold coins for 30 yuan of semi-finished products, which is the cost price based on the cooperation between the two parties."
"Forget it, we in the backwoods of Transia can't afford this thing."
Murphy shook his head and asked:
"So, after you finish digging the burning gold here, do you want to take it back to Hungry Mountain for further processing?"
"Well, I have sent a message to my friends before I left. They are helping me purchase various materials. After the black disaster is over, we can do something big."
Old Flywheel's eyes were shining with ambition, he rubbed his hands and said:
“There is indeed not much gas gold in Transia, but spending it sparingly is enough for us to create an underground gas gold trading place.
I've been thinking about it for the past few days. It's a bit risky to take these things back to Port Shardau and trade them. Once discovered, neither the Steam Lord nor the Brass Dwarves will let us go, and there happens to be a functioning black market in your city.
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So, Mr. Murphy, are you willing to deepen the cooperation between the two parties?
Add some ‘contraband’ or something like that to your black market, and you can get 10% of the proceeds from selling the black market fuel.”
"If the brass dwarves find out about this, we in Transia will suffer a military attack, not to mention that the dwarves and I already have a grudge."
Murphy shook his head and said:
"I have to bear the risk of being hated by the dwarves in order to get 10%. This is too stingy. As you can see, Feilun, I have established a good relationship with the Hoffman family, so if the income is less than 30%, I
I won’t do it.”
"Twenty percent! This is the most, you are just showing up as a venue."
Old Flywheel said in a gloomy tone:
"Without my technology, even if you contact the Hoffman family, you will only be at their mercy, and the price they give you will never be compared to the 20% profit from this underground transaction."
Murphy didn't answer.
He was just playing with the semi-finished product of Burning Gold in his hand. After a moment, he suddenly changed the topic and said:
"I confirm that you have a lost sacred object from the Church of Avalon, which is a stabbing sword named 'Holy Leaf'"
"Well, I don't know where you got the news from, but that sword is no longer in my hand."
Old Feilun looked at Murphy suspiciously, wondering if this news was told by Jasmine, who was short-tempered, but the other party had already told Murphy, and now that the two sides were in a cooperative relationship, Feilun said calmly:
"I got that thing by accident. Because of the technological blockade in Port Shardau, Marshal Loren came to me to buy the orbs of calculation. In order to express his sincerity, the half-dwarf gave me many things as gifts.
Among them is the Avalon Sacred Relic Sword, which was a trophy captured by his army, but I don't like to collect things related to gods.
So not two months after I got it, I sent it to another friend in Port Chardeau for consignment. Finally, I heard that it was bought by a group of elves.
This is actually quite normal.
After the collapse of the Church of Avalon, the Elven Court has been collecting the holy relics of the Avalon Church overtly and covertly. I have also heard about their 150 holy blades. I estimate that most of them have arrived at the Elven Court.
in hand.
After all, they all believe in the same god.
Human's natural sacred objects will not depreciate too much with the elves. This is a good business newly born in the ten years of war.
how?
Are you interested in this stuff?
Do you want me to help you buy and sell? It's not my fault, my old baby specializes in this kind of black market business in Port Chardeau. She has a lot of contraband in her hands, which is comparable to the good stuff in her hands.
For example, the black market in Scarlet Castle is as cold as a garbage dump."
"Okay, if you don't help us contact your old treasure and let her bring the black market business to Transia, I will definitely welcome you with both hands."
Murphy said to the old flywheel:
"Just use her black market to help sell this kind of black market fuel. By the way, you will be Transia's engineering tutor. You will stay here for three months to lead the apprentices, and then if the black market profits are made, I will only take 20%."
It would be even better if your wise old treasure could rent me a few more halfling airships.
But, Flywheel, why do you still have this old baby? Don’t you have little Bach as your dream lover?”
"Hey, get out of here, I'm too lazy to talk to you about this kind of thing."
Murphy's words obviously touched the old Fei Lun's heart, and he drove him away angrily. However, Murphy always felt that the name "Little Bach" seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard this name.
It wasn't until he walked out of the Holy Blood Hall and saw Helu leaving the library holding several books related to psychic spells that he remembered the origin of Little Bach.
I asked Shani for information on the Ring Tower before, which introduced several psychic masters of the Ring Tower currently.
In addition to Lina, the master of the Evocation Tower who has been framed as a traitor and is currently being searched for by Shani, there are also the purification master "Sunwalker" Xinkeli Columbo, and the master of change and control "Performer"
"Amia Little Bach Gaslamp."
Yes!
The surname of this little Bach happens to be "Gas Lamp", which is the same as the surname of Old Feilun's mentor, and all the circumstances are consistent. Therefore, the junior sister who kicked Old Feilun is the psychic master of the Ring Tower?
This old guy actually has this important identity?
Murphy's eyes immediately narrowed. He knew from the diary of the cultist "Explorer" that there were people from Dusk in the Tower of Rings. If Master Lina was not the one, then the other two masters would be very suspicious.
Perhaps, little Bach could be
Thinking of this, Murphy rolled his eyes, and he immediately turned around and walked back to the ruins of the Holy Blood Hall. Seeing Murphy go and come back, the old flywheel scolded unhappily:
"I'm not in the mood to talk business with you right now, Murphy."
"I'm not here to discuss business with you. Regarding Ms. Bach, I must tell you that your ex-girlfriend's life is in danger!"
Murphy said something with a gloomy face, and the old flywheel was stunned. Then he held his stomach and laughed loudly and said:
"I don't know where you know her name from, but I have to tell you that little Bach can kill ten vampires like you with one hand!"
"Of course, I have no doubt that a transformational psychic master has this kind of power, but you'd better take a look at this first!"
Murphy didn't say much to Old Feilun. He took out the Explorer's Diary and turned to the page that recorded the inside story of the Ring Tower. He threw it away. Old Feilun looked at it at a glance. He didn't care at first, but when he saw "Dragon Flame"
"After Lina was slandered as a traitor, his expression became obviously solemn.
"Look, I don't know if you are Dusk's bitch yet. I guess there is a high probability that you are not, but just to be on the safe side."
Murphy coughed and said to Old Flywheel:
"If you and Huang Huang are not friends, then for the sake of your ex-girlfriend's safety, please make an appointment for me to meet privately with Ms. Bach, my partner Fei Lun.
But if you and your ex-girlfriend are both Twilight's douchebags, then hurry up and find a way to shake people to save you. I must emphasize to you that saving people under the nose of a vampire psychic master is not an easy task.
.”
"What do you mean?"
Fei Luan said fiercely:
"You want to hold me hostage?"
"Yeah, as smart as ever."
Murphy snapped his fingers and said:
"When will little Master Bach come and when will you be free? With your intelligence, it should not be difficult to understand. This will be good for you and her, what do you think?"