I, Stone Golem, only want to forge.

Chapter 37 will feature other craftsmen.

Upon hearing the suggestion to try it now, Goblu's body stiffened, his expression hardening slightly, and he looked hesitant.

"Isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

It wouldn't have those things stored away. If we try to use them now, we'd have to find a goblin to get them.

Isn't that a bit too much of an impact?

Murphy looked at Goblin's troubled expression and pondered for a while.

It nodded thoughtfully, and with a wave of its hand, five small stone figures stood in a row beside it.

The only difference was that the hammers in his hands had turned into long spears.

The spear was raised and then gently landed.

After making a soft thud, it extended its hand in salute to Murphy.

loyalty!

Murphy glanced around at the little stone people, then pointed into the distance as a gesture.

They immediately understood Murphy's meaning, lined up, and began to sprint on their way.

Murphy was taken aback when he saw the little stone figures rushing forward like afterimages.

∑(O _ o )

How can I still use my own skills?

Could they possibly split into two?

Can the clone of the clone flesh also clone itself?

So Murphy then called over the little stone people who had just run a short distance away and ordered them to use their clone ability.

Surprisingly, it actually worked!

Two new little stone men fell off each of the little stone men.

However, the little stone man that fell down couldn't split into two.

We might have to wait until Murphy's skill evolves before we can use it again.

After Murphy verified his idea, he let them go about their business.

After seeing that Murphy had finished his work, Goblu glanced at the little stone men out of the corner of his eye, hesitated for a while before finally coming over to ask.

"Mr. Murphy, what are those... little stone men doing?"

"To gather material," Murphy said succinctly, without even offering further explanation.

However, Goblu harbored some less-than-ideal suspicions.

It looked in the direction those stone men were heading, and it seemed to be the location of those primitive goblins.

Probably not.

Gobru shuddered slightly at the sight in his mind.

Lynn and Sylph saw that Murphy seemed to have finished his explanation before they came up and carefully examined the machine in front of them.

Sylph walked to the funnels first, and then to the control panel.

"What are these funnels for? To pour things out? And what is this big square box? It has so many buttons on it."

"You're so old, haven't you ever been to the Mage Tower?"

Lynn walked to the control panel, observed it carefully for a moment, and then asked a question.

Sylph nodded first, then shook her head.

"I've been to this place before, but I usually just stay in the meeting room or something and leave. Who would bother to look inside and see what the layout is like?"

"This is the control panel. Do you really need this thing to give birth?"

Lynn looked up at the huge machine in front of the control panel, casually explained, and then couldn't help but marvel.

"I don't really know what this thing is for, but to have spent so little time making it look so decent, in terms of skill alone, it's definitely not bad, right?"

Sylph nodded in agreement, then lowered her voice and asked quietly.

"At least building that thing according to the blueprints shouldn't be a problem, right?"

She was clearly shocked by Murphy's astonishingly fast forging speed.

Their water conservancy projects, excluding those with higher technical requirements, are actually about halfway through, just in terms of things like trenching and dam construction.

However, progress on these crucial parts is almost zero.

Although there are still more than six months until the cold wave, there are only two months until the flood season.

In such a short time, as long as the quality isn't too shoddy, speed is the primary consideration.

Even so, a water conservancy project spanning a river would obviously require a great many and complex set of facilities, and it is unlikely that it could be completed by just one craftsman.

Therefore, in addition to searching on their own, they also specifically reported to the nearby lords.

Lynn pondered for a moment, then sighed, took out a small booklet, and wrote down the names in it.

"Let's add Mr. Murphy to the list first, and then see if Lord Will has any suitable candidates."

Sylph's expression became somewhat subtle upon hearing this.

"It seems like your lord is having some trouble himself, isn't he? Isn't his family on the verge of bankruptcy? Who knows, he might lose his territory one day."

"Even though they've lost their territory, they're still nobles... They still have connections, and Mr. Will himself has the strength of a lord."

Lynn knew that no matter how down on his luck Will was, even a starved camel is bigger than a horse.

Besides, he couldn't even name a horse.

Sylph shrugged noncommittally.

"That's true. I just don't know how good the craftsmen he's arranged are. I hope they're not some stubborn old fogies. Ugh... I hope that if we don't cooperate well, we won't be slowed down by internal strife."

"I hope so."

Looking at the machine in front of him, Lynn could only think of this.

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Meanwhile, Old Ke and Siri hadn't participated in the conversation because they were doing other things.

For example, catching those escaped goblins.

Old K wanted to make the arrest, and Siri followed along because he wanted to ask Old K some questions.

"Judging from your appearance, you must have been a legendary powerhouse in your past life, right?"

Siri followed behind Old K, keeping an eye on him while breaking the leg of a goblin that was trying to escape to the nearest human village.

He asked.

"Damn it, this bastard smells like a child. You beast! If I hadn't been unfamiliar with torture, I would have made it wish it were dead."

Old K sensed the aura emanating from the goblin and grew even angrier, kicking it again with a sudden thud.

Old Ke then glanced up and down at Sri with his eyes, which were still flickering with ghostly fire.

"So? This aura emanating from you, the Oak Pyrenees of the North? And at an epic level, are you the leader of some cult?"

"You know about oak pie?"

Sri was somewhat surprised, as their sect was not well-known and was little known even in the north.

The person in front of me actually knows this, and at a legendary level...

He also calls himself Old Ke...

"Are you Lord Kross, the pioneering knight of the Holy See?"

Within the Papacy, only those who have reached the epic level or above are typically given the title of "Knight of So-and-so".

There are currently five, one of whom is the Pioneer Knight.

However, this knight did not have a good reputation during his lifetime, and was often jokingly referred to as the mad knight.

Only after his death, during the internal strife within the Papacy, his search for the end of the world was deconstructed and reused in the name of exploration.

Thus, it inexplicably became one of the symbols of Protestantism.

This knight had naturally been to the north and had some dealings with their faction.

Old Ke nodded, his expression naturally hidden on his skull face.

The will-o'-the-wisp flickered slightly, and his tone carried a hint of sarcasm.

"Pioneering Knight? I've got that as my name?"

But he didn't pay much attention to it and instead asked Siri.

"So why did you give up your church leadership position in the north and come all the way to the south? Just to enjoy the sea view, right?"

This was actually Old Ke making a sarcastic remark about Sri, after all, the bloody sea in the south was notoriously dangerous.

Naturally, no one would be so idle as to come and see this.

"It's just to fulfill my promise."

Old Ke had a sudden thought and thought to himself.

Is this kid on his way to breaking through from epic to legendary?