My players are so fierce.

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. God knows if there will be some smart guy who deliberately saves points and summons him, the mainline NPC, to make things happen.

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 "when he was young" 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 saw last time was standing guard next to the equipment boredly.

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 Old Flywheel coming to my property with just you two and his toolbox, so is this something he just hammered out with a wrench these days? Is this the power of a 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, 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 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 Flywheel commented viciously that the engineering standards here are 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 little 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 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 wasn't a matter of friendship or business. Once it happened, he would be in trouble himself.

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. 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. 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's 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 on their own? 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 knowledge.

He was smart and knew that it was a wonder that could change the world, so he made an agreement with Lord Hadran, the High 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 basically 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 the subspace.

It itself is synonymous with the word 'danger'. "

"Ok?"

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 marionettes? Is it because you don't Are you obedient?

Or is it because he always sounds like he needs 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. You will be hated by my warriors. "

"Hey, who cares what you think? I'm dead, okay? And my story, that'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, he went a little crazy. Later, he accidentally broke the intimacy between Bach 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 made the most of the connection between Bach's love and his and Mr. Minks' engineering attainments.

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 banished 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. .

Alas, although Old Flywheel was indeed a jerk, he was actually pretty good to both of us.

I guess there must be some guilt in it. Of course, I don’t rule out that the old flywheel is a senior pervert, just like some of the bastards in the mysterious craftsmen’s gatherings in Port Chardeau who don’t like living people, but like machines. .

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."

Murphy heard the gossip and immediately felt that the 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 a switch turned off. After a mournful cry, the duck sat on the spot with his head lowered and was "shut down" with a snap.

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 loved talking 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 Transia’s lucrative news to the Hoffman family.

Don't be paranoid, 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 Port Shard. I can only make it into a semi-finished product here, but it can actually be sold as a commodity. .

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.

We charge you 30 gold coins for yuan of semi-finished products. This 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 the next step?"

"Well, I have already sent a message to my friends before I left. They are helping me purchase various materials. We can do our best after the black disaster is over."

Old Flywheel's eyes were shining with ambition, he rubbed his hands and said:

“Transia does not have much gas gold, 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 Dwarf will let us go, and there happens to be a functioning black market in your city. .

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 resented 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 for 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 shy, 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 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, and last I heard 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 Church of Avalon 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 shop for it? I'm not bragging, my old darling specializes in this kind of black market business in Port Chardeau. She has a lot of contraband in her hands. Compared with the good goods in her hands, the black market in Scarlet Castle is simply trembling. Like 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 her 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 I will only take 20% of the profit from the black market."

It would be even better if your wise old treasure could rent me a few more halfling airships.

But, Fei Lun, 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 hurt the old Fei Lun's heart, and he drove him away angrily. However, Murphy always felt that the name "Little Bach" sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard this name.

It wasn't until he walked out of the Hall of Holy Blood that Murphy saw Heru leaving the library holding several books related to psychic spells that he remembered the origin of Little Bach.

Previously, I asked Shani for a copy of the information on the Tower of Rings, which introduced the current psychic masters of the Tower of Rings.

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 Littlebach 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, little Bach can kill ten vampires like you with one hand!"

"Of course, I have no doubt that a transformational psychic master has such 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 after seeing "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 Dusk 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, smart as always."

Murphy snapped his fingers and said:

"When little Master Bach will 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?"

(End of this chapter)