I, Stone Golem, only want to forge.

Chapter 116 All the Roots

If that's the case, it's easy to handle.

Sri's headquarters must have been relocated there some time ago, so they might be able to figure out why the area is experiencing drought.

But a problem arises.

However, Sri didn't mention this to me, nor did he ask for my help.

Was it because he had already solved the problem of the dried-up river, or did he feel that the problem was unsolvable and therefore didn't want to ask at all?

However, this matter is actually easy to resolve; Sri will always come here eventually.

Anyway, even if we don't use this dried-up river, we'll use other rivers. It's just a matter of how effective they are. We'll ask about the situation later.

If I can solve it, I'll help. This ditch is Murphy's best option, no matter what.

Such a situation of killing two birds with one stone is obviously a good thing.

If this problem cannot be solved, then the issue of digging the canal will have to be reconsidered.

After Murphy finished drawing all the remaining channels, he finally landed on the last dam.

According to its plan, there must be an irrigation system here, connected to the water network of the surrounding farmland.

However, even after going through the data four or five times, it still couldn't find the distribution of farmland and buildings near the dam.

Murphy felt this was the most incredible thing ever.

What kind of creature would build a dam without even looking up a layout map of the surrounding area?

Murphy could only ask somewhat helplessly.

"no."

Lingya shook her head. She had almost asked Murphy why he wanted this thing, so she thought about it for a moment before speaking.

Noticing that Murphy's attitude seemed a bit strange, she didn't ask.

"So how did you build the dam?"

Murphy was indeed curious.

The data collected on the Kulun River was incomplete and its application was completely inconsistent with reality; both of these points are understandable.

But what kind of architectural thinking is it to build a dam without taking into account the surrounding environment?

They only care about building their own things and don't care about the surrounding situation, right?

The sheer perfunctoriness and amateurishness of the job is something Murphy can only admire.

"Because, in most cases, this type of building has the highest priority, and the surrounding layout should adapt to the building —"

Lingya coughed awkwardly a few times, turned her face away, covered her mouth, and whispered a few words.

She hadn't actually thought there was anything wrong with it before.

It can only be said that the effects of the knowledge curse are indeed quite terrifying.

Once a way of thinking takes hold, it's really hard to change it.

The saying "to see a snake in a cup" is no more than this.

"Including farmland?" Murphy asked again.

"Isn't the area around this village a place where people make a living selling crystals? So farmland isn't that important—you can buy food if you have the money."

Lingya's expression was starting to crumble; she even covered her face with her hands, rubbing it back and forth.

It seems she wanted to erase this memory from her mind.

This statement sounds reasonable on the surface, but it's basically pure nonsense.

Let's not even mention how troublesome it will be to transport food after the cold wave.

Judging solely from the terrain of Haki Village.

Just because a place is rich in crystals doesn't mean it can't be rich in food!

That doesn't mean this place is unsuitable for farming!

And most importantly, wasn't the purpose of building the water conservancy project in the first place to grow more crops before the cold wave arrived?

To be honest, this was the first time Murphy had ever lost his train of thought.

It was somewhat confused about what these people were doing, and after pondering for a while, it asked with even more helplessness.

"Isn't the purpose of building dams to facilitate farming?"

"what?"

Upon hearing this, Lingya's expression was somewhat bewildered, but that expression vanished in an instant, replaced by a slightly cold suspicion.

But this suspicion was less directed at Murphy and more at the speculation that he himself had once heard the decree.

"You mean, this dam is for farming? But I never heard anything like that when the dam was being built."

Yes, when Lingya received the task of building the dam, she was required to complete it only according to the blueprints.

That's all.

"Haven't you heard anything like that? Who put you in charge of this dam?"

After hearing Ling Ya's explanation, Murphy realized that something was wrong.

It suddenly remembered the slaves that had been sold, which might have been the result of a feint attack while secretly advancing another.

Murphy looked at the dam, which looked incredibly perfunctory.

Is this just a superficial project to cover up some truth?

This would explain why the design was so perfunctory and sloppy.

Lingya was unaware of Murphy's speculation, and simply recounted her experience and what she knew: "Shortly after my vacation, I suddenly received an optional mission to build this dam, so I accepted it—"

Generally speaking, whenever such a large building is constructed, the Vatican will send someone to supervise or be in charge, so I didn't pay much attention.

It's the Vatican again —

The slaves who were sold were connected to the Papacy, and the construction of this dam was also related to the Papacy.

If Murphy could think of this, Lingya certainly couldn't have been unaware of it.

"Didn't you encounter any problems when you were building the dam?" Murphy pressed on.

"I can guarantee that this dam is a normal dam, and there is absolutely no problem with it."

Lingya immediately shook her head and said with great certainty, but then she immediately added a sentence.

"Could it be a problem with the materials?"

"Is it a problem with the materials?"

"If there's nothing wrong with the dam itself, then either its location has some special influence, or there's something hidden in the materials used to build it that needs to be concealed—"

But I've checked all the materials, and there are no contraband or smuggled goods.

"Yes, strange things from the dwarves." The big rock next to him listened for a long time, but he hadn't been able to get the answer out before because he wasn't good at talking.

Now that Murphy and Lingya were both deep in thought, he finally had some time to share what he knew.

"There are definitely dwarven artifacts; many parts were made by dwarves. But what do you mean by 'strange'?"

Lingya quickly asked in surprise.

"It's a strange thing. There are people screaming inside, screaming terribly."

Big Stone recalled what he had seen at the time and immediately looked terrified.

"A person?" Murphy deliberately used a key word; it might not have asked this question if it were anyone else.

But if it's a large rock that's said to have someone calling out inside, then that might be the true, literal meaning—that these things possess a human spirit.

"Yes, it's human voices! They keep calling my name, like they know me! There are also some calling other people's names, but I'm not sure."

Big Stone nodded repeatedly, his face turning even paler, as if he had been quite frightened.

Murphy and Lingya immediately recalled the moment when they first entered the dam.

The guard seemed to have warned us that there might be some strange noises coming from inside the dam.

Could it be related to this too?

And those slaves who were captured, could they also be related to this thing?

Murphy's thoughts suddenly became clear, and he instantly combined everything he had recently learned into his mind.

The objects found in the Mediterranean that had been spiritually altered; slave traders, and the Vatican members associated with them, and their brainwashing abilities;

A ship centered around the remnant soul of a colossus; a dwarf artifact imprisoned within the human spirit; a dam that utters strange noises—

And, the Hai Gang faith sculpture.

A strange idea suddenly popped into Murphy's mind.

If a person is brainwashed to be extremely loyal to a certain existence during their lifetime, then the brainwasher's spirit and soul are extracted and forcibly suppressed onto a certain object, and then the parts of this object are assembled to create a completely new creation.

The spirituality within will then largely transform into loyalty to a particular being.

Finally, through the carving of faith, can that being descend into this creation?

Suddenly, a related memory of a divine ritual surfaced in Murphy's mind from the fragments of the craftsman's memories.