I, Stone Golem, only want to forge.

Chapter 119 Crystal Information Transmission

Murphy glanced at the eyeball still perched on her shoulder and asked curiously, "Why don't you have to do this?"

The eye slowly turned and glanced at Murphy.

Then it floated up from Murphy's shoulder, dragging its three pairs of slender tentacles, and slowly drifted to the group of eyes that were busy on the crystal.

The working eyes immediately stopped what they were doing when they saw this three-pair-tentacle creature floating over. They stood still, holding their tentacles upright as if in salute.

Then, Murphy's eyeball calmly waved its three pairs of tentacles and slowly circled the group of eyes.

After making its way around with the air of a leader inspecting work, it floated back to Murphy's side, patted Murphy's shoulder with one tentacle, and then pointed to itself with another tentacle.

The general meaning is:

It's at a very high level now, so it doesn't need to do this kind of ordinary work.

All we need to do is monitor Murphy.

Murphy looked up again at those eyes that were so busy in the sky that they were almost invisible, and he found it rather inexplicably funny.

It really thought this professional registration system was some amazing high-tech gadget, but after a closer look and a long review, it turned out to be nothing more than biotechnology.

However, Murphy was quite interested in the crystal itself.

Or rather, it had always been quite interested in the various gems that Sylph and Lynn possessed.

"Was that crystal from that building in your town center?"

Murphy asked.

"Actually, it's not just that one."

Sylph shook her head and explained, "The village chief learned crystal cultivation techniques from somewhere, and now we have a share of all kinds of crystals supplied from all over the country."

The registration crystal you see here, and the communication gem I used before, were both cultivated by the village chief.

Aren't you afraid your technology will be stolen?

Murphy asked.

Sylph quickly explained, "Generally, people don't know that this crystal is cultivated; they think it's naturally mined from the mine, so no one suspects anything."

In addition, although our lord has fallen on hard times in recent years, he still has the background of a great noble family, so no one dares to mess around on his territory.

As for him, he belonged to a rather old-fashioned aristocratic family, particularly fond of rules, and his old-fashioned sense of honor prevented him from extorting money from his subordinates.

Murphy nodded as he moved closer to the crystal, carefully observing its structure and the entire process of information transmission.

It studied it for a long time, but still couldn't fully understand what the specific situation was.

However, it could see one thing: the medium for transmitting information was actually a layer of magic-encased deity.

It just doesn't know how to transform normal information into this form, and how the eyeballs can interpret information through this form.

Of course, more importantly, Murphy didn't really understand what the so-called "professional information" actually was.

But Murphy suddenly remembered something else.

Religious techniques related to spiritual awareness or telepathy.

Based on its understanding of religious magic, does that kind of magic also use the divine core as a base station, using a similar method to transmit messages to the divine core, and then transmit them to another believer through the divine core?

Of course, based on what Murphy knows, this "base station" doesn't necessarily have to be a god; it could be something else entirely.

Just like Sylph and the others, didn't they have some kind of gem that allowed them to communicate with people in the distance?

It might be based on a similar principle.

"How did you manage to have that gem that allows you to talk to people from afar?" Murphy asked, turning his head.

Sylph blinked and looked at Murphy, her eyes filled with a clear, bewildered look.

Those beautiful eyes clearly conveyed the message, "I don't understand what you're saying."

Murphy paused for a moment, then suddenly remembered that this thing was an elf.

That makes sense, after all, they're elves.

Murphy, being quite sensible, didn't press the matter further and decided to let it go.

Expecting a spirit to understand these things is like expecting a stone to bloom.

However, as if she had remembered something, Sylph suddenly spoke up and said, "Ah, although I don't quite understand what happened, I remember that after we got the gem, the village chief made us register in a big room first. Only after registering here could we use the gem."

That's all I know; I don't know the rest.

Murphy nodded after hearing this.

This information does corroborate its conjecture.

Now that its conjecture has been initially confirmed, things will be much easier from here on out.

Although Murphy hasn't fully figured out exactly how crystals transmit information yet, he has a general idea and will eventually figure it out.

Besides, researching crystals isn't something Murphy needs to worry about right now.

Moreover, the crystals in front were still in use, and Murphy couldn't very well disassemble someone else's equipment to see what was going on, so he had no choice but to put the matter of the crystals aside for the time being.

It intends to end the visit and get back to its main business.

So Murphy turned to Sylph and said, "You're done watching, you can go now."

"Shall I take you directly to the market?" Sylph asked.

Murphy nodded.

Soon, the two of them went down a downward staircase and headed deeper into the underground.

The stairs weren't too long, and the two of them reached the bottom in no time.

When Murphy looked up at the scene before him, he was somewhat surprised by how large the underground area was.

It had only descended about five meters, but when it looked up, it found that the ceiling was a good twenty or thirty meters above the ground.

The rock walls overhead are studded with luminous minerals, like sparse stars in the night sky, providing a dim yet bright enough light to see things clearly in this underground space.

Moreover, the environment here is not the interior of a regular building, but an underground cave like a karst cave.

However, the rocks on the ground were worn quite flat, clearly indicating that they had been artificially smoothed.

"This is the market? Why is there such a large space down here?"

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Murphy asked.

"Haven't you heard of Dungeons?"

Sylph looked at Murphy with some surprise and asked a question in return.

Murphy shook his head.

No one had told it, and there was no relevant information in the craftsman's memory fragments, so it naturally didn't know.

However, if he had to pinpoint exactly what it was, Murphy vaguely remembered that in one of the Craftsman's memories, his colleagues seemed to have also researched something like warp space.

Back then, they called it "non-Euclidean space topology" or something like that; Murphy couldn't quite remember, but it was a long string of terms he was too lazy to recall.

Seeing Murphy shake his head, Sylph explained, "Uh, it's a kind of subspace-like existence that appears underground."

The size inside is vastly different from the outside; you might enter through a small hole and find yourself in a wide grassland.

I've heard that these warps are fragments of other destroyed worlds, and that so-called hell is also a type of warp —

She tilted her head and added, "Of course, this is how it's recorded in our elven accounts; I don't know what the human accounts are."