I, Stone Golem, only want to forge.

Chapter 54 Curse

With Sylvie and Sylvia translating, Murphy and the cat village chief exchanged a few words.

Both sides initially agreed that Murphy would visit the village again to observe and conduct further negotiations.

In addition, the village chief also discussed the price of those trucks with Murphy.

"Knowledge about the theory of essence, energy, and spirit," Murphy said.

Sylph quickly repeated it, then scratched her head. She had originally thought that Murphy would ask for some precious materials as payment.

This required knowledge that she truly hadn't considered.

Are all stone people this eager to learn?

There was a moment of silence on the other side of the gem, before Sylvia translated:

"Sure, but that's too general. Could you specify something more concrete?"

"God and curses are related," Murphy immediately said.

Of course, the "spirit" here refers to the spirit, energy, and vitality.

"Okay, I'll send it over in a bit... Ah, oh oh oh."

Before Sylvia could finish speaking, Murphy heard several meows coming from across the gem.

Then, as if reminded of something, the person on the other end immediately asked a few more questions.

"Why would Mr. Murphy want to understand the curse?"

"The spider is controlled by ice crystals, and the ice crystals are cursed," Murphy replied succinctly.

"Um...we understand, thank you Mr. Murphy."

After Sylvia finished the conversation, she gave Sylph some instructions.

"Sylph, I'll send the things to you later. Please pass them on to the master."

"Oh, okay," Sylph quickly replied.

Then, the gem remained still.

However, just as Sylph put the gem into her pocket...

A white light suddenly flashed in front of her.

A small box suddenly appeared in front of her, paused in mid-air for a moment, and then fell vertically.

Sylph quickly reached out and caught it.

Murphy, who had originally planned to return to the workshop first, stopped in his tracks upon seeing this scene.

Is this teleportation? Spatial magic?

Although Murphy had memories of this kind of magic, this was the first time he had ever seen it in reality, so it was understandably a bit novel.

When Sylph saw that the item had arrived, she quickly handed it to Murphy and then casually offered an explanation.

"Our village chief is a magical cat, and his magical skills are quite strong."

Murphy didn't comment on the magical cat aspect.

As a stonemason, he naturally had no reason to be surprised or upset that the cat possessed magic.

I simply took the box and opened it.

There were four or five books inside.

Murphy nodded in satisfaction, picked up the book, and finally returned to the workshop to study it carefully.

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Meanwhile, inside the village.

Sylvia pushed open the door and took the ice crystals that had just been taken from the cave from the guard.

Then he carried it to the village chief, who was curled up in a wicker chair, dozing off with his eyes half-closed.

"These are the ice crystals we just retrieved from over there."

Sylvia reminded her.

The village chief was a black cat with heterochromatic eyes, somewhat resembling a British Shorthair, with its ears drooping slightly.

The hair is thick and looks smooth and shiny.

It is only slightly larger than a kitten, but its tail is exceptionally long.

When it saw the ice crystal being brought to it, it scooped it up with its tail, opened its eyes slightly, and examined it carefully.

Seeing this, Sylvia quietly sat down on the other side and stopped talking.

After a long while, the village chief tilted his head slightly and then meowed a few times.

"There is indeed a curse on this, and it looks somewhat familiar."

Sylvia picked up the village chief and placed him on her thighs, which were covered by a long silk dress.

She gently stroked the village chief's back as she softly asked:

"A familiar curse? For you to call it familiar, it can't be related to a previous civilization, can it?"

The village chief nodded, and a trace of memory and sadness flashed in his narrowed eyes again.

Then he spoke in a low voice, his tone calm, but with a hint of melancholy:

"Yes, I saw it back then... but I wasn't as smart as I am now. I didn't know anything, I just ate and slept all day..."

Seeing this, Sylvia could only softly comfort her:

"This is actually a good thing. If we had wisdom earlier, we would still be quite sad to see so many relatives and friends die."

She didn't know much about the village chief.

All that is known is that the village chief is a cat with telepathic abilities, and that his lifespan is unusually long for a cat.

They have stubbornly survived from a previous civilization to the present day.

However, according to the village chief, it probably only gained intelligence not long ago.

Gradually, he regained some humanity and began to recall things he had seen and encountered.

The village chief sighed, nuzzled his head against Sylvia's thigh, then rolled over and looked up at the ceiling.

Only a small portion was visible; the rest was obscured by a huge shadow.

The sudden appearance of the Southern Hemisphere abruptly halted the village chief's attempt to gaze at the sky at a 45-degree angle and cultivate a melancholic, artistic mood.

It held its breath in its mouth for a long time before finally speaking.

"Yeah, I'm doing pretty well now."

Sylvia lowered her head and moved the village chief, whom she was blocking, slightly outward to her knees before immediately changing the subject.

"So you say you're familiar with this curse, have you seen it somewhere before?"

The village chief nodded, then spoke as he recalled the events.

"This thing seems to be able to provide energy."

Upon hearing this, Sylvia asked a question with slight surprise.

"Provide energy?"

"Yes, and a little bit of curse can be converted into a lot of energy. There was something called the Cursed Forge back then, which was specifically designed for this purpose."

The village chief nodded and explained.

But this explanation was less of an explanation and more of a shock, which only made Sylvia more and more astonished. She unconsciously covered her mouth with her fingertips and gasped softly:

"How did they do that? How do they convert something as intangible as a curse into energy?"

"I remember there was a saying in your time called 'burning the soul'?"

It should be similar to that, since curses and souls are essentially both forms of divine power.

Moreover, most cursed deities are quite concentrated, high enough to affect reality. If they could be used for burning, their power would certainly be higher than that of a soul.

The village chief used his tail to toss ice crystals into the air, then they fell back down, finally landing gently on Sylvia's head.

The blow made Sylvia's furry ears twitch.

She could only helplessly remove the ice crystal from her head and put it back on the plate beside her, but she said with some curiosity.

"Village chief, do you know how to do this?"

"I'm just a cat. I'm already pretty good at magic. These complicated things were studied by previous civilizations for so long. How could I possibly learn them?"

The village chief glanced at Sylvia and complained.

"I've been researching this for a long time... I wonder when something like this will appear in our time."

"I don't know, it feels like it's been at least several hundred years."

.........

Inside the cave, Murphy had already finished reading the basics of the knowledge related to curses and gods.

At this moment, he was staring wide-eyed at the ice crystal.

The faintly glowing ice crystals reflected Murphy's intelligent gaze.

o_O

O_o

Murphy felt a kind of wisdom taking root in its mind, and it just stared at the ice crystal.

(-_-)!!

It suddenly noticed that the curse on the ice crystal could be used to burn it.