I, Stone Golem, only want to forge.

Murphy was immediately intrigued when he heard the very thing he wanted to study being spoken by a skeleton.

Stop walking

"Could you elaborate?"

The skeleton didn't waste any time and immediately began to explain:

"I've forgotten most of what I should forget. In short, semen exists everywhere, it's just a matter of how much or how little."

Murphy: (o_O)

No, can textbooks lie?

"Isn't it said that only living beings possess essence?"

"Oh, that statement is wrong. Only the essence in life has activity, while the essence in other parts does not. Or rather, it needs to be stimulated by the spirit to make it active."

Murphy: (-_-) Doubting...

"You... you remember everything, don't you?"

"This is the most basic knowledge, of course I remember it."

The gas escaping from the cracks in Murphy's Rock paused for a moment.

So it turns out that Will, being a bit of a smart aleck, didn't like reading and deliberately learned a simplified version of the book?

However, knowledge is something that should be constantly updated, so it didn't think too much about it and just continued to speculate along this line of thought.

"So, the essence within bones is different from that within the spirit because it was once activated by the divine. Therefore, you can only connect to bones, not metal, right?"

Seeing that Murphy was silent for a moment, the skeleton mumbled a bunch of nonsense.

He paused for a moment, then asked blankly:

"Huh? Yes, right?"

"Isn't that right?"

"If I had known from the beginning, wouldn't I have explained it to you?"

The skeleton looked at Murphy with a bewildered expression; it truly couldn't understand what was going on.

It seemed a bit dazed before, but after I said a few words to it, it suddenly started babbling incomprehensible words.

"Didn't you create the breathing technique?"

"Didn't I already say? That was something I adapted and modified, not my original creation. And what does that breathing technique have to do with what you were just saying about gibberish?"

Murphy narrowed his eyes slightly and looked the skeleton up and down.

Why does this skeleton also seem to have a pointed head?

Knows a lot, yet knows very little.

If you're not smart, what's the point of developing a whole "smart breathing" method? Are you just fooling yourself?

Seeing Murphy scrutinizing him, the skeleton roughly guessed what he was thinking and sighed helplessly:

"I know those things, not because I understand the principles, but simply because when the Vatican teaches, they don't care whether you understand or not; they make you memorize them first!"

The Vatican's cramming-style education is notorious and infamous.

Only someone like Murphy, who lives deep in the mountains, wouldn't know.

But Murphy only pondered for a moment before finally uttering a somewhat strange question.

"Memorize it? What does that mean?"

"what?"

The fire in the skull's eyes flickered violently, then tightened instantly, staring intently at Murphy.

A guess popped into my head.

"You don't have a photographic memory, do you? You can remember things after seeing them only once?"

"Aren't all humans like that?"

Murphy was very puzzled. In the craftsman's memories in his mind, it seemed that both he and the people he knew were like this.

Skeleton: ...

It suddenly had a feeling that this stone man seemed to be smarter than itself.

No way, if he's dumber than a stone man, wouldn't that be a laughing stock?

The skeleton decided to salvage some dignity.

"Didn't you say you'd help me rebuild my body? Do you have a way to do that? If you can't, then I..."

But before it could finish speaking, Murphy interrupted it.

"have."

The skeleton forcefully stopped him from saying, "Perhaps I can teach you," and gritted his teeth in frustration.

It's like being forcibly interrupted halfway through using the toilet.

"So, what's your plan?"

"Just carve a row of control systems with runes so you can activate the essence within those metals."

"Runes? An engraving control system?"

The skeleton kept repeating those two words.

It was indeed quite capable during its lifetime, and truly possessed exceptional talent.

But the problem is, it's not without reason that it's called mental illness and madness.

Part of it is indeed because of the inexplicable things it did later on.

Another part is indeed because it's not good at using its brain.

If it could even use its brain, it wouldn't have ended up fighting with those dragons and other legendary creatures.

It's because he has a problem with his brain and a foul mouth that he offends people everywhere.

So, if you ask about things like how to use breathing techniques or how to fight, you can master them through practice.

But when it heard about rune systems and other miscellaneous things, it just felt dizzy.

So I could only ask a question back with some skepticism.

"You can really put this together? I don't really believe it. You look so stupid."

"Yes," Murphy said confidently.

"Huh?!"

Seeing Murphy's confidence, the skeleton spoke with interest.

"I know a place with a treasure. There's a kind of fruit that grows there. I saw a goblin eat it last time and it instantly became strong."

After it finished speaking, it looked around to confirm its location, and then continued...

"The location should be around here. If you can really do that, I'll tell you where that thing is."

Goblins suddenly become strong?

It must be that guy called Crispy Bone, right?

That guy's physical strength is indeed incomparable to that of ordinary goblins; it must be due to eating that kind of fruit.

Murphy carefully recalled the scene.

However... that fruit probably has some negative effects.

It remembered that at the time, Crispy Bone seemed completely irrational, only knowing how to fight and kill.

It's unlikely to be consumed directly, but it would be good to study it and make it into some kind of medicine or something else.

"Okay." Murphy nodded.

After walking in silence for a while, the two finally arrived at their destination.

The guard patrolling the village entrance naturally recognized Murphy. He quickly saluted, gestured for another guard to call him Goblu, and then hurried over to ask:

"Are you Mr. Murphy?"

"Yes……"

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Let's assess the land and environment, and borrow the workshop to make some things."

Before the guard could ask anything further,

A loud call came from afar.

"Oh, Mr. Murphy, your sudden visit is unacceptable. I apologize for not greeting you properly."

"You're welcome," Murphy replied.

After running up to Murphy, Debreu caught his breath before continuing.

"You need to borrow the workshop, right? But our conditions are basic, and the workshop may not be fully equipped. I hope you don't mind."

Murphy shook his head

"I will build the necessary facilities myself."

After saying that, it took the lead and went inside.

Gegolu followed closely behind, his expression unchanged, but he began to make plans in his mind.

"You guys handle your own affairs; I don't want to get involved."

Murphy suddenly stopped, turned around to look at Goblin, said something casually, and then continued walking while giving him instructions.

"Take me to the mine you promised."

Goblu's thoughts were exposed, and he stiffened, immediately becoming respectful and abandoning his intentions. He then swallowed hard and nodded repeatedly in respect.

"It's just ahead, I'll take you there."