I, Stone Golem, only want to forge.

"Mr. Murphy?"

Roy frowned slightly as he looked at Murphy, who had suddenly fallen silent and lost in thought. A sense of worry rose in his heart, and he wondered if his request was too difficult.

We need to produce cheap products, use them cheaply, and achieve good results.

These three conditions combined are indeed a bit too difficult for Stone.

He was about to say that this was the ideal effect, and that it didn't necessarily have to be realized in reality.

But before he could say it...

Murphy had absorbed most of the knowledge in his mind and had some ideas about Roy's order, so he said directly, "Yes, that's fine."

Will was taken aback when he heard Murphy agree, but he couldn't help but feel some doubt about Murphy.

A cold wave is a disaster that affects the whole world.

It's unclear about other species, but humans, with their relatively weak average physical condition, naturally have no shortage of artisans who study them.

But no matter how much they researched, they couldn't come to a conclusion.

After much effort, I finally managed to put together one, but the effect was poor, it was expensive, and it required a lot of consumables.

Therefore, even if Roy said that Murphy would become very strong in the future, his strength would have little to do with his forging skills.

However, he wasn't one to lose his tongue. He just glanced at Roy, saw that Roy nodded at him, and didn't say anything more.

Roy withdrew his gaze from Will and then asked Murphy:

"Mr. Murphy, when exactly can you finish it?"

"Within half a month."

"There's no need to rush. It would be best if it could be handed over to us before the cold wave. As for the reward..."

When it came to compensation, Roy was at a loss for words. The main problem was that the other party was a stone golem. Who would bother to research what a stone golem would like or what kind of compensation it would need?

He does have something that would be quite suitable for Murphy, but it's not expensive; it's more like a gift...

"Let's talk about it after it's made."

Murphy shook his head, temporarily putting the matter of payment aside.

Its technology iterates quite quickly; what we need now may no longer be needed after a few new products are created.

So this depends on the specific needs at the time.

"Then I'll give this to you as a small gift."

Roy nodded and smiled as he took out a cylindrical object from his bag.

"What is this?"

Murphy took the cylinder, which was about the thickness of his own finger, and shook it, puzzled.

"The magic microscope allows you to see the details of the runes more clearly."

Runes can be considered the core of all systems in this world.

In the earliest days before magic technology was developed, the chanting or sacrifices used were the most basic ways to manipulate these runes and make them resonate with magic.

Later, as technology continued to develop, runes were gradually made observable.

The illogical and computationally unsound act of chanting sacrifices was replaced by rune editing.

After Roy finished explaining, he pointed to the side of the cylinder, where there was a button.

"You'll see when you put it on your eyes."

Murphy did as instructed, holding the cylinder in front of his eyes and lightly pressing the button.

Suddenly, a deep blue glow appeared on the surface of the cylinder.

Runes lit up one after another.

The cylinder floated right in front of Murphy.

Looking through the cylinder, Murphy could even see the runes within the dragon scale patterns on his rock-like hands.

Murphy: (OoO)

This was the first time it had seen runes so clearly; before, it could only rely on its sense of touch to rub them together.

So this thing was originally visible?

When Roy saw Murphy's surprised expression, his heart skipped a beat.

This expression is somewhat like the one he had when he first saw those microscopic runes as a child.

But the problem is...

He took a few steps, his gaze falling on the magical devices in the cave. These were the reasons he dared to give Murphy this commission.

The exquisite design and meticulous carving of the runes on it are extremely rare.

But now Murphy says it never used a microscope?!

What's the difference between this and a running champion saying they've lost a leg?

His eyes drooped, one corner of his mouth was raised and the other was lowered, his facial muscles twitched constantly, and his eyebrows were raised and lowered on one side.

No, did I see a ghost?

If Murphy was happy or delighted to receive this thing, he could understand.

After all, the magic microscopes made by his family were renowned throughout the entire continent.

But what's with that expression of discovering something new?

Without microscopes or magical runes, how were these magical devices created?!

He hissed, then suppressed his facial muscles and asked as if nothing had happened.

"Mr. Murphy, is this the first time you've seen something like this?"

Murphy nodded.

Roy's throat moved, and he had many thoughts he wanted to express, but because there were so many, they got stuck there. He choked for a long time before finally managing to utter:

"It must have been very inconvenient for you when you were making those devices, right?"

Roy didn't ask directly, but instead beat around the bush.

"It's quite inconvenient; you have to rely on your intuition to do it little by little."

Murphy clicked the button again, and the microscope fell back into his hand. After carefully protecting it, he agreed with a touch of emotion.

"what?"

Roy didn't say anything, but Will, who was standing next to him, exclaimed in confusion.

Although he didn't understand anything about forging runes, it wasn't like he had never seen runes before.

How did they manage to create those tiny things, smaller than a pinhead, just by feeling?!

Roy opened his mouth.

He had seen geniuses before; one in his family had been able to carve extraordinary rune arrays at the tender age of twenty.

But this is bare-handed.

Relying on intuition.

He couldn't find the right adjective for a moment.

"Mr. Murphy, have you ever been exposed to systematic runic literature or magic... Ah, sorry, I was being presumptuous."

Roy's gaze toward Murphy shifted from initial confusion to excitement and exhilaration.

He quickly asked, but realized halfway through the question that it wasn't quite right.

A stone man who can acquire knowledge related to magic obviously has his own secrets. Asking him directly about it is no different from digging into someone's secrets.

So he immediately changed the subject and asked a different question.

Do you know any human writing systems?

Murphy nodded.

His telepathic abilities not only enable him to communicate seamlessly across races, but also allow him to read all the written texts that have ever existed.

Of course, this also includes runes.

Runes may appear complex and mysterious to others.

But in his eyes, these runes were just like the most commonly used characters.

It can even be used in reverse order, yet in the end, the meaning of rune production remains roughly the same.

Just like this sentence.

Seeing Murphy nod, Roy took out a booklet, then quickly walked over to the female mage and priest and whispered something to them.

The priest and the sorceress both looked up in surprise at Murphy, then took two booklets from their pockets and handed them to Roy.

Roy, carrying three booklets, walked up to Murphy and said:

"Mr. Murphy, if you're interested, can we make a deal?"

I have three books here, which cover the principles of magic, the principles of potion-making, and runic writing.

"If you can forge something else for us, we can give you all three booklets in exchange."

Roy knew perfectly well that Murphy was someone who could carve magical runes with his bare hands just by feeling.

It's no longer something that can be described by simply saying whether someone has good or bad talent.

He's no longer thinking about whether it's profitable or not.

He was thinking that when Murphy became successful, his name would be recorded in a history book.

One thing I could mention is that he gave Murphy these three booklets, which started Murphy's future career...

He had to consider whether this was his only chance to be recorded in history!

"So, what do you want to forge?"

"One sword in exchange for three booklets. You can read them in advance, and if you think it's reasonable, how about we make a deal? Of course, this is your labor fee, and we will also pay for the materials."

Will spoke first, knowing that Roy only wanted to give the three books to Murphy, and didn't actually intend to forge anything.

But he was different; as a knight, he really needed a weapon.

Murphy nodded, looking at his microscope; he had been wanting to try out his new equipment anyway.

It's really good to be able to take on a short order.

Of course, it will also allow him to break through to the next level of craftsman.

"Okay, tell me the style you want."