I, Stone Golem, only want to forge.

Chapter 112 Who is the Dwarf?

After a moment's thought, Murphy shifted his focus back to the wheelchair. Once he realized it was alive, his telepathy kicked in.

The sound of the wheelchair began to murmur in its ear.

"Why did you go to see my father without telling me? Don't you want me anymore? This won't do. You can't leave me. You can only be by my side. You can't have any other mounts. You can only be mine—"

Murphy's mind went blank for a moment.

What the hell is this thing?

It should be considered a spirit of the artifact, or perhaps a soul of the artifact?

The name given on the Craftsman's Hammer is "Soul of the Weapon," but in reality, it seems to be called "Spirit of the Weapon."

I don't know if these two things are the same thing just with different names, or if they are different in some way.

However, more than studying these things, Murphy was shocked by the words spoken in the wheelchair.

It could understand being called father, after all, it was the one who forged this thing.

But isn't the wheelchair's attitude towards Will a bit too distorted and strange?

"After you tried riding the wheelchair, this thing became attached to you?" Murphy asked. "Yes, and after a while, the wheelchair started to turn red and shiny from time to time."

It seems like it's evolving. I really don't understand this stuff, and asking others about it would be somewhat inappropriate, and besides, probably no one understands it better than you.

So I wanted to ask you what's going on, and how should this evolution be handled?

Will sighed deeply, unable to articulate his feelings, but rather experiencing a sense of absurd helplessness.

"Are you going to evolve?" Murphy asked the wheelchair directly.

"OK!"

When the wheelchair heard Murphy speaking to it, it immediately gave a light reply.

When did you become conscious?

Murphy then asked another question. It had always regarded the wheelchair as an inanimate object and had not awakened any spiritual insight, so it was indeed unsure whether the wheelchair had developed consciousness when it was forged.

"It was born the moment I first started operating," the wheelchair replied. This was exactly what Murphy expected, so he proceeded to ask the next question in a matter-of-fact manner.

"Do you know how to do this evolutionary process?"

"Just keep running at top speed for a little longer —"

After hearing this, Murphy immediately relayed the entire matter to Will.

After hearing this, Will scratched his head, let out a long breath, and finally made peace with himself. He then bowed to Murphy and thanked him.

"Thank you for your guidance, Mr. Murphy — Reward —"

"No payment is needed. Just bring it over to me after it's evolved so I can see it."

Murphy was actually quite curious about what the wheelchair would evolve into, and whether it would change from a two-wheeled wheelchair to a four-wheeled wheelchair.

Will nodded, forcibly removed the wheelchair from his back, and then pushed it out of the reception room.

As soon as he stepped out, he saw that someone was already waiting at the door.

A strong, muscular man about 1.6 meters tall, and a little girl about 1.4 meters tall.

"Ms. Lingya, what are you doing here? Is the church on a mission?"

When Will saw the little girl, he asked her with a look of surprise.

He recognized this person; she was Fina's senior in the Faculty of Studies, transferred from the College of Cardinals.

I never expected to end up here.

"I'm doing a part-time job during my vacation, and I also want to check on those two little ones. They're probably doing some work nearby, and they might come over."

Lingya was dressed in a gorgeous black Rococo-style dress, the hem of which almost reached her ankles, and the dress was covered with lace and bows.

Her legs were encased in white stockings beneath the skirt, and she wore small black leather shoes adorned with bows.

Her white hair was tied into two braids and coiled at the back of her head, and she wore a ribbon choker around her neck.

Her face was chubby, and her red eyes were as beautiful as jewels, but they lacked luster.

His eyelids drooped, his mouth and eyebrows were slightly downturned, and his expression was indifferent.

Although she looked like a child in terms of both clothing and appearance, her tone and expression were like an old person's. "Fina said they would be here soon. Please wait a moment. I have some things to do, so I will leave without disturbing you."

Will and this person were acquaintances, but not close; they had only exchanged a brief greeting.

He nodded to the other muscular man as a greeting, then turned and left.

After exchanging pleasantries, Lingya and the muscular man entered the reception room, where they immediately saw Murphy in the middle.

Ling Ya's already slightly drooping eyebrows and eyes lowered even further.

Although Sylvia had told him before he came that the craftsman who had a problem with the dam was a stone man.

But after seeing it with my own eyes, I still felt a strange sense of absurdity.

The muscular man beside him didn't speak, but simply nodded slightly as he looked at Murphy.

Seeing this, Ling Ya didn't want to waste any more time, so she took the lead and went straight to the point.

"Are you Murphy? I'm one of the chief engineers in charge of the dam construction. You can call me Lingya. Feel free to ask me any questions or give me your feedback."

Are you a dwarf?

Murphy glanced at Ling Ya, then at the muscular man standing motionless not far away.

It had heard that dwarves seemed to have many customs to follow, so it wanted to find out their identities in advance to avoid future conflicts.

So it asked Lingya, who looked noticeably shorter.

Ling Ya took a breath and pursed her lips, seemingly not expecting that her first interaction with Murphy would be in such a way.

But she had lived for quite some time, so naturally she couldn't really keep this matter in her heart—at least not openly.

She still smiled calmly and explained without a care in the world.

"That one is the dwarf; I'm just a rather special human."

"Then why are you so much shorter than a dwarf?" Murphy asked, even more curiously.

Ling Ya's smile faltered for a moment, but quickly returned to normal as she continued to explain slowly and deliberately.

"Due to special circumstances, my physical characteristics were stuck at the stage of a child, while that dwarf—he had gigantism, so he was much larger than a normal dwarf."

The dwarf only realized what was happening when Lingya mentioned him, and spoke in a muffled voice.

"Oh, hello, Mr. Murphy—nice to meet you—my name is Murphy."

"Murphy is this gentleman's name, and your name is Big Rock."

Lingya corrected him helplessly.

"Oh, I'm Big Rock." Big Rock nodded, then stammered.

Murphy looked at the dwarf opposite him, then at the stone on his own body.

Why does it feel like the real stone man is on the other side?

"This guy isn't very bright because of gigantism, but he's quite skilled and can often forge items that seem to possess a spirit. Don't be surprised."

Lingya added another explanation.

She had been colleagues with this big rock for about half a year, so she knew a little about this dwarf.

Actually, this dwarf's real name is not Big Stone; it's just because he's too big and is an orphan.

Therefore, they are often ridiculed and bullied by some jealous dwarves.

The name "Big Rock" was essentially meant to mock him.

However, the dwarf didn't understand all the intricacies and thought those people were praising him.

So I really liked this name and kept using it for a long time, even forgetting my real name.

Even more bizarrely, because of this name, she developed a certain admiration for the Stone People race, and later even came to understand their aesthetic sense.

Of course, since the stone figures themselves have no gender, the aesthetic here is mainly inclined towards the worship of the strong.

That's why he froze on the spot after seeing Murphy, not moving for a long time, staring at her.

Given Murphy's resources, this magic-suppressing stone, covered with dragon scale patterns and ice crystals, would stand out like a crane among chickens, a one-in-a-million gem among the stone people.

So, Big Rock, who already held the Stone race in some reverence, couldn't help but feel excited upon seeing Murphy.

"Can you see the eyes in the sky?"

Murphy looked at the large rock and suddenly noticed something unusual, so he asked another question.

"Occasionally—" Big Rock naturally wouldn't lie to Murphy and answered truthfully.

This made Lingya, who was standing next to her, laugh in exasperation. She had asked Da Shitou similar questions before, but he had completely ignored her!

Why did Murphy not hesitate at all when he asked?

Murphy didn't care about these details, and just nodded slightly, confirming that his guess was correct.

The reason why the dwarf in front of me seemed a bit dazed was not only because of gigantism, but also very likely because he could see spirits like Murphy.