I, Stone Golem, only want to forge.

Chapter 118 Professional Guild

Slime Murphy wasn't in a hurry; the main issue there was the production of tentacle machines once the scale was expanded.

It needs to figure out the tentacle mechanism first before it can move on to this stage.

However, because Lingya had her own affairs to attend to, she did not go with Murphy.

As for Big Rock, it originally wanted to go with Murphy, but its old habit of getting sleepy resurfaced halfway through, and it ultimately couldn't resist the underlying code and went home to sleep first.

And so, the person who took Murphy to the market became that somewhat clumsy elf, Miss Sylph.

"Mr. Murphy, it's been a long time."

Upon hearing the order, Sylph rushed over and waved vigorously at Murphy from a distance.

She seemed to be carrying something in her hand, which swayed as she ran.

When she got closer, Murphy noticed that she was carrying a neatly folded roll of silk fabric and a black hat.

"What is this?"

Murphy asked with some curiosity, his gaze falling on the hat.

"Didn't I tell you I wanted to use spider silk to make clothes? This is fabric made from that spider silk. Look at the texture, it's so fine."

Sylph picked up the fabric and shook it. The silk shimmered softly in the light, clearly different from ordinary fabric. "This hat is made of the same material. Would you like to try it on?"

As she spoke, she handed the hat in her hand to Murphy.

Murphy took it and examined it carefully for a few moments.

It was an ordinary top hat, simple in style, all black, and didn't look particularly special.

"Why are you giving it to me?"

Murphy asked.

"Huh? Because stone golems don't need to wear clothes, right?"

Sylph tilted her head and said matter-of-factly, "So all you have is a hat?"

Sylph had actually been thinking about this for a long time and was planning to go into the clothing business with Murphy. So, she would have to send some samples over, right?

Otherwise, if we just talk about it, who knows if the spider silk material is actually good or not? So after all that trouble, the only thing we could think of was a hat that we could give as a free gift.

Murphy put the hat on his head, shook his head from side to side, and felt it.

Its head is quite big, so the hat doesn't fall off easily.

After considering for a moment, Murphy asked, "So, have you thought about the specifics of what to do?"

Yes, yes.

Sylph nodded quickly, counting on her fingers, "First, find a small location to test the waters, then sell on a small scale, and finally adjust according to the situation. If it works well, continue selling; if not, try another method."

"Oh, is the land demarcation complete?" Murphy asked again.

"This one is still being selected—"

Sylph scratched her cheek a little embarrassedly, then, as if remembering something, quickly handed over the roll of silk fabric in her hand. "By the way, would you like to take a look at this fabric? I made some special adjustments, blending spider silk with several other materials. Look at the feel, the drape."

She suddenly stopped mid-sentence.

Murphy looked at his stone body, then down at Sylph, and after a moment of silence said, "Stone beings don't have the senses of skin; I tried, but it didn't work."

"Oh, oh, right, sorry, sorry!"

Sylph slapped her forehead, realizing what she had just realized, her delicate face filled with embarrassment.

She chuckled awkwardly a few times, putting the fabric away as she quickly changed the subject, "Um, um, let's get down to business first! You're probably going to buy some things, right? Shall I take you to the market, or would you like to go somewhere first?"

Murphy didn't seem to mind her rash action, and calmly stated her purpose: "To go and see the Professionals' Guild."

"Okay, please follow me."

Sylph breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and led the way, but after taking a couple of steps she turned back and added, "But it might be busy over there lately, so we need to go from the back."

"You're quite busy, why?" Murphy asked curiously as he followed behind.

"I'm not sure. Maybe all the professionals who missed going to the professional union before because they were sick have all come over now?"

Sylph wasn't in charge of this matter, and besides, she had been busy with spider silk fabric lately, her mind filled with spinning and weaving, so she wasn't really aware of what had happened.

However, once they arrived at their destination, they quickly learned the general situation.

The situation was actually quite similar to what Sylph had described, except for some differences in the specific scale.

"Why are there so many people here? Where did all these professionals come from?"

As Sylph passed by the door, she saw that the waiting room was packed with people, with almost no room to stand. There was also a large group of people standing outside the door.

She had thought about it a lot, but she certainly hadn't expected it to be this much.

Sylph then grabbed a staff member who was hurrying past and asked, "What's going on? Why are there so many people all of a sudden?"

The staff member was carrying a thick stack of documents. While quickly signing and stamping the documents, he took a moment to look up at Sylph and say, "It seems that it's not just locals who have come; many people from other cities have also come."

I'm not entirely sure of the specific reason, but I heard that it's because the professional registration systems in other places all crashed, so they all flooded into our system.

After saying this, he gestured with his chin toward the huge crowd in the hall and added in a low voice, "You didn't see it, it was even more outrageous yesterday, the line stretched all the way across the street."

Sylph nodded, without asking any further questions, and led Murphy around the crowd, continuing to walk inside.

He led Murphy through a corridor and around two corners. A few staff members passed by occasionally, all of them in a hurry.

Soon they arrived at a heavy door.

Sylph gripped the doorknob with both hands and pushed hard; with a creak, the door opened.

The room wasn't dimly lit; although no lights were on, a gentle glow emanated from the center of the room.

It was a huge, pale purple crystal, suspended above a stone pedestal, swaying slowly up and down.

Before Murphy could even ask, Sylph explained, "This thing is a crystal used to register professionals."

Many professionals, despite possessing the necessary skills, lack the path to success and require guidance or assistance from others; this crystal serves this purpose.

As she spoke, she took two steps forward, leading Murphy to the side of the crystal and gesturing for it to take a closer look.

Several thick chains were inserted into the crystal. The material looked like metal but was also somewhat translucent. The chains extended from the various sides of the crystal and stretched into the distance, disappearing into the wall.

"This is the final processed crystal."

Sylph pointed to the chains and continued, "Those chains transmit the professional-related data from various places, and then this central crystal processes it, and that's how it's done."

After speaking, Sylph paused slightly, her expression somewhat embarrassed: "As for the specific principles and procedures, I'm not quite sure—"

Murphy didn't speak, but quietly opened his spiritual insight and carefully examined the crystal a few times.

Upon seeing this, it couldn't help but chuckle slightly.

In the vision of spiritual insight.

This thing doesn't seem to be anything particularly high-end; it's more like a transit station or relay station.

Various types of data are constantly being transmitted from those chains into the interior of the crystal.

Then, several eyeballs would extend slender tentacles and insert them into the crystal, gurgling as they absorbed the processed data.

After it had sucked its fill, it suddenly took flight, wobbling as it disappeared into the shadows on the ceiling.