I, Stone Golem, only want to forge.

Chapter 122 This is ridiculous...

Murphy nodded without saying anything more.

When it went to pick up the card, it specifically asked the staff a question.

The other party said that this ranking system is just a basic protection mechanism and there are no strict promotion requirements.

To put it bluntly, it's just to keep out people who want to get started without any knowledge, and to increase the cost of trying to take advantage of others.

Apart from the highest level, Black Gold, which requires specific assessments, the lower levels of Gold, Platinum, and Titanium can generally be won through sheer quantity.

Once you've repaired a certain number of items, your level will automatically increase.

So for Murphy, repairing these things was about as difficult as walking, and really not challenging at all.

These things are as clear to it as one plus one equals two.

Wear-out runes, misaligned gears, broken energy circuits—a quick glance is enough to spot the problem, and then you can fix it accordingly.

However, most of the items in this area are listed for sale.

The client leaves their belongings here, clearly indicating the level of entrustment and requirements, and then goes home to wait.

After the repairs are completed, the market staff will notify the person who commissioned the item to pick it up. The whole process will take at least three to five days.

Only a few items had eye-catching red labels that read "Urgent".

After such a repair is completed, the client will immediately come over to discuss the price in person.

Murphy's target is these urgent documents.

It randomly picked a few commissions with red labels from the platform in the prime area, registered them, and started repairing them.

After examining several items, Murphy discovered that most of the mechanical malfunctions were due to damage to the runes.

Some of the engravings were naturally smoothed out by the flow of magic, some had a small piece knocked off during use, and some were simply due to poor craftsmanship by the person who engraved the runes, and they cracked on their own after a while.

Murphy didn't need to prepare any extra materials for the rune-related matters; he could complete the task on the spot by simply standing in front of the stall.

Because they hadn't left the repair area, and because a lizardman had given prior notice and vouched for them.

The staff did not stop Murphy's actions. They leaned back in their chairs, holding a steaming cup of tea, and watched with great interest what the top-hatted stone man was up to.

Sylph stood to the side, watching Murphy silently begin repairing, her lips moved as if she was about to say something.

But before she could even speak, Murphy had already finished repairing the first item in less than two minutes.

It placed the repaired item back on the table and tapped the button labeled "Repair Complete" next to it with its stone fingers, producing a crisp click.

Then Murphy turned around and said something to Sylph.

"You help me negotiate the price."

After saying that, it ignored Sylph's reaction and turned to another item with a red label, starting to examine the next thing that needed repair.

"Oh? Shall I help you negotiate the price?"

Sylph froze for a moment, blinking unconsciously as she stood there, her pointed ears twitching involuntarily.

She glanced at Murphy's back as he worked diligently, then at the machine on the table that had just been repaired, and for a moment she didn't know what to do.

However, Murphy was completely absorbed in repairing the next item and had no intention of getting involved in this trivial matter.

Perhaps it was because the person who commissioned the item happened to be in the market, or perhaps the person was a vendor selling things in the market, that they arrived so quickly.

Less than five minutes later, a series of hurried footsteps came from the other end of the passage.

The woman who arrived was an orc, tall and strong, a full head taller than Sylph, with a body covered in firm, taut muscles, looking like someone who did manual labor all year round.

Wearing a coarse cloth vest, with an old scar on his exposed arm, he exuded a rugged and capable air.

The female orc looked around as soon as she arrived.

His gaze easily skipped over Murphy, who was squatting in front of another platform.

How could a stone man be a repairman?

So her gaze naturally fell on Sylph.

Upon seeing that she was greeted by a reasonably well-dressed elven lady, the female orc visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

She had only hung the item up for a few days when she received a notification that it had been repaired, which was quite bizarre.

Generally speaking, it usually takes at least a week or even longer before someone accepts the commission.

Once the job is taken, even the simplest fault will take at least four or five days to complete.

How can it be completed in less than half an hour after it was hung up?

Of course, the minimum interval for notification is half an hour. This is a fixed lower limit in the market system and cannot be shorter.

So when she received the message, her first reaction was that someone was making fun of her.

But then I thought, if it were an elf, they wouldn't be so idle as to play such a prank.

"Are you Sir Stone? Could you please let me see the details of the renovation first, and then we can discuss the price?"

The female orc walked up to Sylph and asked politely.

His voice was deep and hoarse, as if he had been a long-time smoker or spent time in a dusty environment.

When Sylph heard the name "Sir Stone," she paused for a moment before quickly realizing what it meant.

This is probably a pseudonym that Murphy randomly chose for himself to get commissions.

She was momentarily speechless, unsure how to respond, and could only steal a glance at Murphy.

That clearly shows he's too lazy to deal with things here.

Now Sylph was a little unsure.

Did Murphy find negotiating prices too troublesome and want him to simply take over his role to handle it?

Having no other choice, she could only give a vague "hmm" as a preliminary agreement, deciding to take it one step at a time.

Upon hearing the reply, the female orc quickly walked towards the platform where she had left her belongings.

He reached out his calloused hand and carefully picked up the machine from the table, examining it closely in his palm.

This thing is a regular hexagonal cylinder with a dark metal outer shell and a set of fine patterns on each of the six sides.

The female orc turned the tube upside down, facing one side toward the ground, and gently pressed the button at the end.

With a barely audible buzz, the side of the tube facing the floor suddenly emitted a soft light.

Sylph leaned closer to take a look out of curiosity, and her eyes widened slightly.

The light on the ground gradually became clearer, revealing itself to be a dazzling starry sky.

The scattered rays of light spread across the rocky ground, some bright, some dim, and some with a slight color shift.

The starlight was still rotating at an extremely slow speed, and several faint bands of nebula could even be seen, vaguely stretching across the stars.

The female orc looked down at the small patch of starry sky on the ground, and her whole body froze.

She remained motionless, still holding the button, her gaze fixed on the starlight, her breath catching in her throat.

After a long while, she seemed to break free from some deep memory, took a deep breath, and turned off the lights.

She stood there for a long time, head bowed, shoulders trembling slightly, before letting out a long sigh.

She carefully wrapped the tube in a piece of coarse cloth and put it back into her pocket.

Then he took out a large bag of money from another pocket at his waist, held it out with both hands, and handed it to Sylph.

The bag was washed until it was white, but the money inside was surprisingly heavy.

"This was my daughter's favorite toy when she was alive. I don't know which dealer she got it from."

But after she got sick, I don't know where she was taken. I searched the whole house but couldn't find her.

I finally found it while tidying up old things a few days ago, but unfortunately it was already broken.

She paused slightly, sighed, and handed the bag of money forward, almost stuffing it into Sylph's hand: "This is all the savings I have, and I won't need them for a while anyway."

I'll settle this matter before I leave, so I can at least give myself some closure.

Thank you for everything.

"Wait, wait, wait!"

Sylph abruptly took a large step back, shaking her head vigorously and waving her hands in front of her several times, vehemently denying, "I didn't fix this! If you want to thank someone, thank Mr. Murphy!"

Isn't this ridiculous?

If it were just a normal thank you or a regular repair fee, she would have shamelessly accepted it on Murphy's behalf.

But this is a matter of this magnitude!

What was her daughter's favorite toy, all her savings, and her last wish before she passed away?

She can't possibly bear that weight!

Just standing there listening to these words made her feel suffocated; she certainly didn't dare accept the money.

The female orc looked in the direction Sylph was pointing, and her gaze fell on Murphy, who was fiddling with something. Her expression visibly turned to surprise.

She turned back to look at Sylph, her eyes filled with disbelief, and asked to confirm, "Are you telling the truth?"

Before Sylph could explain, she saw two more people rushing over from the other end of the passage.

One was a young male orc, wearing an oil-stained craftsman's apron and clutching a crumpled commission form in his hand.

The other was an ordinary middle-aged human man, wearing pince-nez glasses, who looked like an accountant.

The two of them ran up to Sylph almost simultaneously, exchanging a few words as they spoke: "Excuse me, are you Sir Stone? Is my stabilizer fixed?"

"Mine is with you too, isn't it? That drain cleaner." In the short time that Sylph and the female orc were talking, Murphy had already silently completed two or three more repair tasks.

The action of pressing the "Repair Complete" button was repeated several times, and each time a notification was automatically sent, summoning the client from all corners of the market to this repair area.

Sylph blinked and turned to look at Murphy not far away.

The culprit was casually placing the fourth, newly repaired item on the table.

Then, as if nothing had happened, he pressed the button and walked towards the next item without looking back.

Sylph's face was filled with a pleading expression, her pointed ears drooped listlessly, and her lips moved for a long time before she managed to squeeze out a soft mutter through her teeth.

"You can't play like that!"

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