I, Stone Golem, only want to forge.

Murphy stared at the five eggs in front of him, lost in thought.

The skill that it had just learned was quickly mastered by Xiao Mo.

Isn't it said that as the dragon egg grows stronger, it will also become stronger?

It feels like the dragon egg benefited from its own growth.

Is this how it is all?

Murphy scratched his head, not dwelling on it, and walked towards the place where he had instructed Xiao Mo to dig the hole.

Xiao Mo put away its clone, then hopped along beside Murphy, and they arrived at the destination together.

However, Murphy was dumbfounded when he arrived.

(o_O)???

Before them appeared a semi-circular tunnel with a diameter of more than 3 meters and a length of more than 70 meters.

Although the tunnel's inner walls are uneven and it is somewhat crooked overall, it leads straight to the wasteland on the other side of the mountain.

A sliver of sunlight, mixed with dusty wind, rushed into the tunnel.

Murphy initially thought that Little Mo was just playing around with the chisel and would only chisel for a while before giving up, so he didn't really expect it to make the hole.

But it could be because of the clone, or perhaps because Xiao Mo himself prefers to dig holes.

It was connected in a very short time.

It looked at the vast wasteland outside the tunnel, nodded in satisfaction, and then reached out to pat Xiao Mo's head.

It felt like something patted my hand.

It looked down in surprise.

However, I noticed that Xiao Mo's eggshell seemed to have cracked even more.

Could it have stuck out its paw and slapped itself?

"You paw, did you pat me?" Murphy asked, puzzled.

Xiao Mo didn't answer. She simply twisted open the crack, rubbed against Murphy, and then ignored her.

Murphy pondered for a while, but couldn't figure out what Little Murphy was up to, so he gave up.

They followed the cave to the wasteland.

The layout of the land where Murphy is located is unusually strange.

Centered on the stone forest where it is located, there are swamps, jungles, the cave where Murphy's hometown is located, and plains near human areas, etc.

It can be described as incredibly diverse, with all sorts of landforms.

Even the desert in front of it, and further away, the desert itself.

If you go through this hole and then drill another hole in the opposite direction, which might be a little longer, you will be able to see the blood-red sea.

In other words, for Murphy, it's up to him to build up his reputation later.

It couldn't actually determine what race the creature that came to it forging was.

We don't know what kind of area they live in.

If it were just someone like Will, who only wanted to have weapons and armor for personal use forged, that would be fine.

But what about those more complex machines?

For example, the breeding machine it made for Goblin, or the planting vehicle it will make later?

Will it fail to run in different environments?

We can't keep going out to build things for people, can we?

That's why it deliberately carved a hole into the desert.

It had a premonition that its knowledge and skills would continue to improve.

The familiar procedures you used to follow may gradually become ineffective.

Therefore, it plans to expand the workshop first.

At least first, a site should be designated where it can test and assemble large equipment.

However, processes are developed through trial and error, so it's really difficult to create them in such a rushed way.

So Murphy stood at the cave entrance for a long time, deep in thought.

A gust of sand lashed against Murphy's body, making a rustling sound before falling.

Murphy looked at the sun on the horizon and finally made his first decision.

First, let's get the whole furnace out!

Its previous stove had a very limited range of functions.

Aside from simple forging, it has no other uses, and even more subtle things like wind control are a bit troublesome.

However, to build a larger furnace, one core, the mountain core, would probably not be enough.

We need to go to the Stone Man tribe to find some more.

There may not be enough gel to serve as fuel.

Of course, the inadequacy here is relative to the future.

Its warehouse still has a lot of compressed gel, which is definitely enough for current use.

But there will always come a day when it runs out.

Ideally, we should make a deal with the Slime Lords to secure a long-term supply of gel from them.

So now Murphy's biggest problem has arrived.

transportation.

The mountain kernels need to be transported, the gel needs to be transported, and more materials will need to be transported afterward.

We can't rely on its slow-moving stone golem companions every time, can we?

We still need to get a means of transportation...

Since they were going to build planting vehicles anyway, building another one for carrying goods wouldn't be a bad idea.

If you're building a car for your own use, the lack of a reward will make it feel a bit uncomfortable.

The air around Murphy was compressed even lower by the cold air emanating from the cracks in the rocks.

But it could only suffer as it pleased, and it walked helplessly to its worktable.

I picked up a charcoal pencil and paper, intending to sketch out a design first.

The drawings were more difficult to complete than Murphy had imagined.

Suddenly a sound came from the cave entrance.

"Mr. Murphy, you seem to have a very short memory!"

That was Sri's voice.

Murphy paused, a strange light flashing in his eyes.

A red light flashed in a physical sense.

Extraordinary wisdom flashed through its mind!

Is there any possibility of selling that car to Siri?

In return, Siri had to find someone to use this thing to carry his things.

Wouldn't that kill two birds with one stone?

Without hesitation, Murphy walked straight towards Sri.

.........

Not long ago.

After Lynn was surprised, he calmed down as Murphy dashed away.

He turned to look at Siri and asked politely:

"I just heard Mr. Goblu address you; you must be Mr. Sri, right?"

Judging from your speech and demeanor, you must be a knowledgeable druid. May I ask which order you belong to?

Siri himself wanted to establish diplomatic relations with the local human forces, so he naturally couldn't miss this opportunity and immediately responded with a smile.

"Mr. Lynn, you flatter me. I only know a little bit about it and I'm not currently in any religious order. I'm just working as an advisor for a base that is not yet fully established."

Lynn raised an eyebrow. Although he was somewhat surprised, he vaguely guessed Sri's purpose.

But after a moment's hesitation, he replied:

"I noticed you came back with Mr. Murphy. You... know it?"

Sri nodded, responding half-jokingly.

"We've gotten to know each other, and we should have some long-term cooperation in the future."

"I see."

Lynn couldn't completely believe Sri's answer, but after giving a vague sigh, he immediately changed the subject.

"By the way, Mr. Sri, would you mind revealing the exact location of your consulting post? If it's nearby, we might have some dealings in the future. Getting in touch beforehand will make it easier to support each other."

"That would be perfect. The location is roughly on the west bank of the middle reaches of the Kumai River. I wonder which village Mr. Lynn lives in..."

Lynn was slightly taken aback.

Their village is located in the middle reaches of the Kumar River, but on the lower eastern bank.

What a coincidence!