598.Chapter 596 595 I Knew It, My Sins with the Tower of the Ring

Chapter 596 595.I knew that my sinful relationship with the Tower of the Ring was far from over yet

Murphy was on a tight schedule this time back in Transylvania.

The Blood Banner Heights side was still being fought, and God knows if there would be a little wit who would purposely save up points to summon him, the mainline NPC, for a whole job.

Although he had purposely set his support score high in order not to lose face, accidents would always happen, so Murphy felt that he should not delay too much time.

After the meeting with Miriam was over, Murphy wanted to go find Tris, but he found that the Blood Vulture Archduke was still talking with the two goatmen he brought back, probably chatting about some of the Black History of the Blood Vulture Archduke’s “youth”, so the prudent Murphy didn’t choose to interrupt his girlfriend lest Tris would be annoyed, and instead, he went down to the lowest part of the corridor. Downstairs.

In the passageway beyond the collapsed Hall of the Holy Blood, he saw an oddly shaped piece of engineering equipment in operation, and the steam puppet Jasmine that he had seen last time was standing beside it, bored and on guard.

As Murphy got closer, he could see more clearly that the crushed raw gold-burning ore was being put into a mechanical box at the back of this excavator-like device through a delivery belt, which was not quite like all the excavators Murphy had seen before.

To be precise, the biggest difference is that it has six “spider legs”, when necessary, this thing can move by itself.

“I remember that old Flywheel only brought you two and his toolbox to my place, so did he hammer this thing out with a wrench over the past few days? Is this the power of a master steam engineer? It’s amazing.”

With his hands behind his back, Murphy didn’t touch the strange contraption, but maintained his “vampire” stance and asked Jasmine a question that the bored steam puppet didn’t even bother to answer.

Her mechanical bionic face, made of steel and some special substances, made a “bored” expression and said:

“The old flywheel was made by the old man when he was ‘guiding the work’ in your arsenal, it was a gift from that loyal brother to your guest, of course, that cunning guy also secretly took away the flywheel’s design drawings.

He thought that a secret puppet assassin like me didn’t notice his little maneuver, how ridiculously cunning.

But in fact, he could have just asked for it, this kind of mining walker has long been popularized in the mines of the Brass Dwarves, and the drawings aren’t a valuable secret at all, not to mention those more advanced ‘Destroyer’ walker models in the port of Chardo.

It seems that you Transians really aren’t good at engineering!
Old Flywheel viciously commented that the standard of engineering between you here and our side is at least four hundred years different, and perhaps in his eyes, there’s no difference between you and the Jackals.”

“Well, for a partner, such a comment is really disappointing and hard to bandage, but with you guys here, the average standard of engineering in our Transylvania can probably be stretched that much.

Well, the level of intelligence in the air is really rising with the naked eye.”

Murphy shrugged and spat:

“So, where’s Flywheel? I’d like to talk to him about inviting him to double as ‘Master Instructor of Transylvanian Engineering’.”

“He’s at Lady Trish’s laboratory purifying gold-burning products, I suggest you don’t go over there, even though old Flywheel is shameless, he swore back then that he wouldn’t allow you to stand by and watch the purification of gold-burning.

That’s not a matter of friendship or business, once it’s all over, he’s going to catch trouble himself.

I’m guessing you wouldn’t want to face the pursuit of the Brass Dwarf’s Ironheart Hunters either, those guys who turn their backs on Mother Earth’s guidance are truly insane, and anyone who wants to get their hands on the mysteries of Burning Gold is their eternal enemy.”

Jasmine warned in a shrill, mechanical-sounding voice:
“Old Flywheel has suffered a lot over the years, he’s learned the price of trouble, and I don’t think he’ll take your position as an engineering smith, the guy takes the knowledge in his head so seriously that he doesn’t even bother to say more than a few words to the fools after he taught that group of bear goblin workers.”

“Geez, my partner is really versatile, I’ve heard that the craft of gold-burning preparation is a secret among the Brass Dwarves, I didn’t realize that Flywheel could actually do it.”

Murphy narrowed his eyes and said:
“Where did he learn it? It can’t be that he worked for a dwarven mineral company, can it?”

“Gee whiz, human intelligence!”

Jasmine replied dismissively:

“You guys don’t even think about it, how could that stone brain of the dwarves possibly research the process of combustion gold preparation by themselves? They are not known for their alchemy.

That is the flywheel’s mentor, my ancestor, the founder of steam engineering things old Bach – Vas Light Professor researched out the secret, I heard that when the dwarves found the burning gold mine do not know how to use, on the advice of the Vas Light Professor, the latter with the talent of the sky and the earth to spend three months before refining the real mystery of the burning gold.

He was smart enough to know that it was a wonder that could change the world, so he made a pact with His Excellency Hadran, the Supreme Lord of the Brass Dwarves.

My Grandmaster taught the Brass Dwarf the process of preparing the Burning Gold, the Brass Dwarf provided protection for the Halfling and made an everlasting brotherly alliance, and it was only after that that the city of the Brass Dwarf and the port of Chardonnay really took off in terms of cooperation between the two parties.

But if you ask me, burning gold isn’t really a good thing.

The old Professor Bach Vaslight didn’t touch gold-burning after that, and went on to study steam engineering, and in his later years he finally broke through the bottleneck of engineering to make the fabulous Steam Puppets.

That is, guys like me.

This is the proudest achievement of Professor Gaslight’s life, and in his autobiography, there is no mention of the discovery of gold-burning, which clearly represents my ancestor’s distaste for gold-burning.
Of course, we all know by now that that’s because the birth of gold-burning has something to do with subspace.

It is itself synonymous with the word ‘dangerous’.”

“Hmm?”

Murphy said with a blink:
“The old Flywheel called you two students before, and I thought that was some sort of quirk of his, but I didn’t realize that you two were actually his students? So how did you end up being made into secret puppets? Is it because you don’t listen?
Or is it because you always sound like you want to be punched in the face when you talk?
Take my advice little Jasmine, you can’t be so venomous if you want to stay in Transylvania for long, you’ll be hated by my warriors.”

“Gee whiz, who cares what you guys think? I’m dead, okay? And my story, that can that’s a real sad story.”

The assassin-type steam secret puppet Jasmine made a theatrical gesture of wiping her eyes as she spoke in a sharp and vicious tone:
“Back in the day, old Flywheel was a little out of his mind after being kicked in the face by Ms. Bach Jr. and then later accidentally crashed Bach Jr.’s intimate lab session with his mentor, Minx . Uh, it seems like I shouldn’t be talking about this.

Anyway, Flywheel’s crazy mind had something to do with it, and he drilled into the bull’s-eye and connected Little Bach’s love with his and His Excellency Minx’s engineering attainments.

So he and his genius mentor had a duel in the name of engineering, but that idiot’s haste to make his ‘Armageddon Duel Device’ without checking it multiple times led to that thing exploding on startup.

He himself was fine, he just got an eye injury.

But we sisters were unlucky, Dina and I, as his apprentices, were directly killed on the spot.

Old Flywheel was banished from Chardonnay because of this, but he still had a good conscience, and found a familiar friend to dig us out of the graveyard and help us with the ‘resurrection’.

Alas, while old Flywheel was indeed an asshole, he was actually pretty good to both of us.

I reckon there must be some guilt involved, but of course I can’t rule out the fact that old Flywheel is a veteran pervert, in the same way that some of the assholes in those mysterious artisan gatherings in Chardo Harbor don’t like living people, and get into mechanics instead.

Your simple vampire brain could never imagine what those disgusting guys would do to machinery YUE, it makes the third energy tube at my heart shiver just thinking about it.”

“Wow, you halflings have an exciting life, it’s almost like it’s completely different from any other race on this continent.”

Murphy heard the gossip instantly felt that it was worth the trip.

And Jasmine this guy even turned into a secret puppet can not change the girls talkative character, also intends to shake some fierce information out, the results just opened her mouth, her body is like being turned off a certain switch, in a wail after a duck snapped and sat in place, lowered his head to be “shut down”.

Murphy looked up, carrying a small bag of the old flywheel face gloomy from the corner of the front came over, hand also pinched a very mechanical style of the big guy controller.

“Ah, can’t have this mechanical secret puppet that can’t keep her mouth shut, I knew I should have operated on Jasmine’s brain in the first place and sewed her mouth shut.

This one loved to spout nonsense when she was alive.”

The grim wild warlord cursed as he strided up to first observe the operation of the digging walker, then looked up at Murphy and said:

“There’s a halfling blimp out there, your city’s been rattled, and on it is the flag of the Hoffman family, so, Murphy, my partner, are you planning to ‘eat two fish with one fish’?”

“No, no, no, that’s just the military aid I asked for from Lord Heather, some gold-burning artifacts that we desperately need, and they’ll be staying in the city as our transportation force once they’re unloaded, and we’ve already paid for that.

Don’t worry, I didn’t give the Hoffmans any news of the burning gold in Transylvania.

You must not be paranoid, my friend.”

Murphy said, waving his hand:

“Did the purification at the lab go well?”

“Average.”

Old Flywheel skimmed his lips and took out a piece from the bag in his hand and tossed it to Murphy, who took it in his hand and found it to be energy crystals the size of a small thumb. This was obviously a crude product of burning gold obtained after several rounds of processing, there was no way to use it directly, but to be able to turn from an ore state to what it was now fully demonstrated that Old Flywheel did indeed have two brushes.

“Why not make it into a powder or alchemical catalyst that can be used?”

Murphy asked, and Old Flywheel shook his head:

“That requires a special filtering and separating device, that kind of device is only available at the Dwarf’s Mineral Company and the Port of Chardonnay, I can only make it look like this semi-finished product here, but it can actually be sold as a commodity already.

Especially for psychics, this form of burning gold can even be used as a ‘spell casting medium’ to increase spell power.

If you need it, I can sell it to you cheaply.

Charging you 100,000 gold coins for 30 semi-finished products is the cost price in view of the cooperation between the two parties.”

“Forget it, we can’t afford this in our poor countryside of Transylvania.”

Murphy shook his head and asked:
“So, when you’re done digging up the burning gold here, are you going to bring it back to Hungry Mountain for the next step?”

“Well, I’ve already sent a message to my friends before I left, and they’re helping me purchase all kinds of materials, so we can make a big deal out of it when the Black Plague is over.”

Old Flywheel’s eyes glowed with ambition as he rubbed his hands together and said:

“It’s true that there isn’t much burning gold in Transylvania, but saving it is enough for us to create an underground burning gold trading floor.

I’ve been thinking about it for the past few days, it’s a bit risky to take these things back to Port Chardonnay to trade, once we’re found out, the Steam Lords and the Brass Dwarves won’t let us off the hook, and there’s a functioning black market in your city.

So, Lord Murphy, would you be willing to deepen the cooperation between the two sides by another layer?

Add some ‘contraband’ or something to your black market, and the proceeds you get from selling black market burning gold can be shared with you by 10%.”

“If the Brass Dwarves find out about this, we’ll have to suffer a military strike in Transylvania, not to mention the fact that the Dwarves and I already have a grudge.”

Murphy shook his head:
“I’m taking the risk of being remembered by the dwarves in order to get 10%, this is too stingy, as you can see, Flywheel, I’ve already established a good relationship with the Hoffman family, so I won’t do it if the proceeds are less than 30%.”

“Twenty percent! That’s the most, you’re just putting out a venue.”

The old flywheel said in a gloomy tone:
“Without my technology, even if you contact the Hoffman family, you can only let them rip you off, and the price they give you is definitely not comparable to the 20% profit that comes from this kind of underground trade.”

Murphy did not reply.

He just played with the gold-burning semi-finished product in his hand, and after a few moments, he suddenly changed the topic and said:
“I confirm that you have a lost holy relic from the Church of Avalon in your hand, a thrusting sword named ‘Sacred Leaf’.”

“Uh, although I don’t know where you got the information from, that sword is no longer in my hands.”

The old Flywheel eyed Murphy suspiciously, wondering if this news was told to Murphy by the mouthy Jasmine, but the other party had said it, and now that the two sides were in a cooperative relationship, Flywheel spoke frankly:

“I got that thing purely by accident, because of the technological blockade of Chardonnay Harbor, it caused Marshal Loren to find me to buy the arithmetic beads, in order to express his sincerity, that half-dwarf gave me a lot of things as gifts.

Among them was that Avalon Sacred Stabbing Sword, which was a trophy captured by the army under his command, but I don’t like to collect things that are related to deities.

So not two months after I got it, I sent it to another friend in Port Chardo for consignment, and the last I heard it was bought by a group of elves.

Which is actually quite normal.

After the collapse of the Church of Avalon, the side of the Elven Royal Court has been collecting the holy relics of the Church of Avalon both openly and secretly, and I’ve heard of their 150 holy blades, and I estimate that most of them have already gotten into the hands of the Elven Royal Court.

After all, they all believe in the same god.

Human’s natural holy relics will not depreciate too much on the elves’ side, which is a good business newly born in the Ten Years’ War.

What?

You interested in this stuff?

Do you want me to help you trade? It’s not that I’m bragging, my old babe specializes in this kind of black market business over at Port Chardonnay, and she has a lot of contraband in her hands, compared to the good stuff in her hands, the black market in Scarlet Fortress is just as shabby as a garbage heap.”

“Good, if you don’t help us get in touch with your old babe and let her bring her black market business to Transylvania, I absolutely welcome it with both hands.”

Murphy said to the old flywheel:

“Just use her black market to help sell this black market burning gold, and by the way, you will be the engineering tutor in Transylvania, you stay here for three months to bring the apprentices, and then if the black market profit, I only need two achievements.

It would be even better if your old, magical baby could rent me a few more halfling airships.

But, Flywheel, why do you still have the old baby? Don’t you have little Bach as your dream girl?”

“Gee whiz, get lost, I’m too lazy to talk to you about such things.”

Murphy’s words obviously poked at old Flywheel’s sadness, and he was driven away with a vicious voice, but Murphy always felt that the name “Little Bach” sounded familiar, but he couldn’t remember where he had heard this name.

It was not until he walked out of the hall of holy blood, when Murphy saw Heru leaving the library with a few books related to spiritual energy spells in his arms, that he remembered the origin of Little Bach.

Earlier, he had asked Shani for a copy of the Tower of the Ring’s information, which introduced the current several Spiritual Energy Masters of the Tower of the Ring.

In addition to the Tower of Plastic Energy Master “Dragon Flame” Lina, who had been falsely accused of being a traitor and was currently being sought by Shani, there was also the Purification Master “Sunwalker” Hinkley Colombo, as well as the Master of Change and Control “Virtuoso” Emmia Little Bach. Amia “Bach Jr.” Vaslight.

That’s it!

Bach Jr.’s last name just happens to be “Gaslight”, which is the same as Old Flywheel’s mentor’s last name, and all of the circumstances match up, so the youngest sister who kicked Old Flywheel’s ass is the Spiritual Master of the Tower of the Ring?

This old guy actually had this identity?
Murphy’s eyes immediately narrowed, from the diary of that cultist “Seeker”, he knew that there were Twilight people in the Tower of the Ring, and if Master Lina wasn’t, then the other two masters would be suspicious.

Perhaps Bach Jr. could be.
Thinking of this, Murphy’s eyes rolled, and he immediately turned around and walked back to the ruins of the Hall of Sacred Blood, seeing that Murphy had gone and returned, the old flywheel chortled in displeasure:
“I’m not in the mood to talk business with you right now, Murphy.”

“I’m not here to talk business with you either, about little Ms. Bach I must tell you that your ex-girlfriend’s life is in danger!”

Murphy said grimly, and the old flywheel froze, then covered his stomach and laughed, saying:

“I don’t know where you got her name from, but I must tell you that a vampire like you, Little Bach can take out ten with one hand!”

“Of course, I have no doubt that a psychic master of the change system has that kind of prowess, but you’d better read this first!”

Murphy also did not talk to the old Flywheel, took out the Seeker’s Diary and flipped to the page that recorded the inner secrets of the Tower of the Ring and threw it over, the old Flywheel read it at a glance and originally did not care about it, but after seeing the “Dragon Flame” Lena had been vilified as a traitor, his expression obviously became grave.

“Look, I still don’t know if you’re one of Dusk’s lapdogs, and I’m guessing the odds are that you’re not, but just to be on the safe side”

Murphy coughed, addressing the old flywheel:

“If you and Dusk aren’t friends, then for the sake of your ex-girlfriend’s safety, book a private meeting with Ms. Bach Jr. for me, my partner Flywheel.

But if you and your ex-girlfriend are both Dusk’s lapdogs, then find a way to shake someone down right now to save you, and I must emphasize to you that saving someone under the watchful eye of a vampire psionic juggernaut is not an easy task.”

“What do you mean?”

Flywheel said viciously:
“You’re taking me hostage?”

“Well, clever as always.”

Murphy snapped his fingers and said:
“It shouldn’t be hard to understand when Master Bach Jr. arrives and you get your freedom, given your intelligence, it’s better for you and for her, don’t you think?”

(End of chapter)