Star Forge Titan

Then, Bryant heard the gloomy man with messy hair in front of him suddenly ask loudly:

"Ivan, how about eating dog meat tonight?"

"Can you do it?" Another voice came from outside the house, and it sounded like the black-haired boy who had grabbed him before.

Hearing his question, Khayang, with his messy straw-colored hair like a bird's nest, suddenly showed a nostalgic expression. He couldn't help but think of his experience as a reserve stealth fighter, or more accurately, as a petty thief roaming the streets before he joined the Mage Tower.

"Ahaha, when I was broke, I could only pet the vicious dogs raised in the rich manor to improve my food. Now that I think about it..."

The young necromancer grinned, and his white teeth seemed to glow.

"I think I'm pretty good at cooking dog meat."

After hearing these terrifying words and seeing that terrifying expression, Bryant immediately gave up his disguise.

"Wait! Wait! I'm not a dog! I really am not... Ahaha!"

In desperation, he tried to use the dog's tongue to make a human voice, but because the hardware and software didn't match, he bit his tongue and bled before he could finish his sentence.

"Hey, hey, even if I want you to be roasted dog meat, there's no need to bite your tongue to death. Are all you Linde dogs so stubborn?!"

Seeing the Northern sled dog hanging in the shape of a "太" in front of him spitting out a mouthful of dog blood, Ka Yang immediately showed a frightened expression, but the silver knife in his hand immediately gestured to the dog's crotch.

Bryant, who had turned back into human form, stared at the knife that was so close to the source of his happiness with a pair of round eyes, and the expression on his face was serious to the point of being terrifying.

By the way, because the rope was tied by Ivan, he was no stranger to this kind of deformed character, so he deliberately tied a special rope knot similar to a noose. Even if the other party turned back into human form and forcibly stretched the rope, it would be impossible to break free from the restraints.

Therefore, even after changing back into human form, Bryant was still tied up in the standard "Tai" shape, unable to move at all.

After realizing that there was basically no chance of escape, Bryant, the forest ranger from the Great Wilderness Forest, began to emphasize:

"First of all, I'm not from Linde."

"Secondly, I hope to receive prisoner treatment that complies with the treaty between nations and the basic regulations of the Adventurer's Guild."

The Convention of Nations was initiated by Lind and Elrond and signed by the countries on the continent after the First Human-Demon War. It is a general term for a series of international conventions on the protection of civilians and war victims.

The basic regulations of the Adventurer's Association also include the most basic, or lowest level, humanitarian requirements that adventurers must abide by when attacking each other. Any adventurer who joins the association must sign a guarantee that he or she will abide by the basic regulations. Violators will be expelled from the association and will no longer be protected by the regulations.

"The Treaty of Nations, right? The Adventurer's Regulations, right?" Upon hearing his words, Khayon not only did not retract the knife, but continued in a sweet voice:

"It's a pity that those are things I didn't sign."

Hearing this, Bryant's face turned pale, but then again, he was just shouting it casually with a fluke mentality.

Although everyone will abide by those things in name, privately, even if they are members of the same Adventurer's Association, they will have to consider the actual situation when conflicts arise. After all, dead people will not complain to the association about unfair and inhumane treatment.

At this moment, the voice of the black-haired boy came from the door of the laboratory.

"Well, there's no need to scare him. Any experienced adventurer isn't afraid of this. They know when to compromise."

Ivan walked up to Bryant and did not release any magical pressure, but just standing there made the other party swallow his saliva subconsciously.

Bryant felt like a seasoned veteran meeting a super seasoned veteran, and he couldn't help but feel a shock in his heart, and he became nervous.

"Who sent you to spy on this alchemy workshop?" Ivan asked bluntly:

Bryant only thought for a few seconds, realizing that there was probably no way he could deceive the other party. He also thought about the deposit given by the client, which had already been deposited into his account.

So he gave the answer very directly.

"Baron Lincoln, the client of this mission is Baron Lincoln, who is nominally in charge of the politics and security of the downtown area. Although that guy was wearing a hooded cloak and had his face masked, I still recognized his identity. Because..." As he said this, Bryant licked the tip of his nose.

"I have a nice nose."

He said this with some complacency, only to find that both of them were looking at him with wide eyes.

"What, what's wrong? Did I say something wrong?" Bryant subconsciously became nervous again.

"No." Alvin was stunned.

"Can you lick your own nose?"

"Damn it, this guy can actually lick his own nose." Ka Yang also had an expression of seeing a ghost, and the silver knife used to cut materials in his hand turned subconsciously.

"Huh?" Bryant looked stunned.

Is this the point?

Chapter 74: A Different Future

The boring topic ended quickly.

Although Khayon still did not put down the silver dissecting knife in his hand, Alvin did not intend to continue to torment this druid transcendent he had never seen before.

"Let's go." The black-haired boy snapped his fingers.

A bright red star of fire popped out from the flame burning on the candlestick not far away. It spun quickly like a sharp blade and swept across the ropes that bound Bryant's limbs, burning them one by one.

Due to poor maintenance, the magic-driven lighting equipment inside the alchemy workshop has been damaged, and the technical workers previously affiliated with the downtown gangs had only used outdated things such as candles and gas lamps as replacements.

In reality, even if the original lighting equipment hadn't been damaged, their own mediocre mana reserves and unrefined ordinary magic power wouldn't be enough to keep the equipment running for long. On the other hand, Ivan could keep the lighting equipment running for over three hours with just one standard unit of raw magic power. This was the difference between ordinary people and extraordinary people.

However, that would have to wait until he could gather replacement parts and repair the original magical lighting equipment.

Bryant moved his wrists, which were tied to numbness, and a wry smile appeared on his face.

He was wearing the common clothing common in the Lower Town, looking quite plain and easy to blend into the crowd without standing out too much. Perhaps it was because he had chosen the Druid sequence, but this guy's hair was exceptionally well-developed, with even a tuft of chest hair sprouting from his collar, and the hair at his temples was so thick that it almost merged with his unshaved beard.

As a formal adventurer and a second-level transcendent, Bryant was considered a good hand in Lind's Adventurer's Association, but he didn't expect to be knocked down at the first encounter. He couldn't help feeling a little frustrated, and secretly looked at the two young men in front of him.

These two transcendents of unknown origin both had very young appearances, no older than twenty, with the dark-haired one looking even younger. Most transcendents at this age were still in the trainee stage, and spellcasters were mostly apprentices still learning. Even those who had started training earlier were still preparing for graduation exams.

But no matter whether it was the gloomy young man with messy hair that looked like dead grass, or the handsome young man with casually draped black hair and well-fitting Genoese-style clothes, they all exuded unconcealed extraordinary magic, and their identities as extraordinary people could be seen at a glance.

"Baron Lincoln, um, this name..." Irving ignored Bryant's vigilant gaze and pondered the name mentioned by the other party.

This baron, who came from the Lincoln family, a noble family with military merits on the border, even achieved what many nobles dreamed of in the future in his memory, that is, to improve his own noble rank, successfully be promoted to a viscount, which is more noble than a baron, and increase his own wealth to a considerable level.

Then...

He was hanged.

The Emperor personally issued an investigation order, and the Government Office accused him of corruption, dereliction of duty, trafficking in contraband, and even concealing the chaotic situation in the lower city of Lutetia, which led to large-scale riots.

The riot caused heavy casualties among the people and the Gate of Heaven was attacked. In the end, they had no choice but to mobilize the army and send out extraordinary people under the royal family to suppress it.

As the person directly responsible for the entire riot, the Viscount confessed his guilt quickly after being arrested. The court trial was also unusually fast. Almost on the day the verdict was handed down, he was pushed onto the gallows and swung from it.

The bloody night when the riot took place left a deep impression on many players. If the skeleton frenzy that broke out later was not even more tragic, most people would not forget this stage of the plot that took place in the early stage of the game in the Lind camp.

There are also claims that there were higher-level nobles behind Viscount Lincoln who influenced the riot, but due to the outbreak of the Skeleton Frenzy, the subsequent missions were overshadowed by the more impactful main storyline, and the player's attention was immediately shifted to other aspects.

But the current situation is different. The darkness that will be covered by the blood of war may surge up like the mud at the bottom of the river.

However, the skeleton frenzy is no longer possible, Elrond has embarked on an unimaginable path, and Lind will obviously also head towards another future that is different from the game plot.

Alvin looked up at the downtown area outside, which was gray in the sunlight. Although it still looked dilapidated and old, a stream of fresh blood had already flowed into it. The newly-minted "Tang" was holding some "suggestions" provided by the internationalist visitor from another world, and was preparing to change the chaotic and hopeless situation in the downtown area from all aspects.

They all knew that this would inevitably lead to interference from the original vested interests, but they did not expect the other party to react so quickly, and it started from this small alchemy workshop.

It seemed that the gang leader named Sodozo hadn't told the whole story. The scale of his contraband trade was far greater than others had suspected, and Baron Lincoln, the future Viscount Lincoln, was the one who stood behind him, providing him with protection and support.

Judging from the information currently known, Sodozo and Baron Lincoln behind him will cause trouble for Alvin. It seems that he has to find time to deal with these two people who will cause problems.

When he came to his senses, Irvin found that Bryant had not left.

"Is there anything else?" he couldn't help but ask.

"Well, to be honest, I think it might be a bit troublesome if I go back like this," Bryant said hesitantly.

"Trouble?" Alvin raised his eyebrows.

"Ha, you mean that your employer will be suspicious? Or to put it more directly, you need us to leave you some souvenirs so that we can report to your employer more smoothly?" Ka Yang sneered and immediately pointed out the other party's thoughts.

"Yeah, that's true." Bryant immediately nodded in affirmation with a thick face.

"At least give me a couple of punches, make my face swollen or break my nose or something. Otherwise, it will be hard to fool those suspicious noble lords." The hairy druid gestured at his face with his hands.

"Are you sure?" Alvin was stunned. Even including his experience in games, this was the first time he heard someone make such a request to him.

"That's right, give me a couple of punches. Don't worry, we druids are quite good at herbs and healing spells. Come on, just don't use knives." Bryant patted Ivan's shoulder in a familiar manner.

"Just consider it a favor, please, boy!"

"..." After hearing his words, before Ivan could say anything, Khayang couldn't help but reveal an expression of gloating on his face.

"Well, since people have said so, just help him." The necromancer said as he quickly turned the dissecting knife in his hand and looked Bryant up and down with the strange eyes of looking at a fresh corpse.

"Don't worry, I'm very strong. Even if you are a warrior, I'll be fine." Bryant patted his chest hard, making a loud snapping sound.

"Well, let me ask you something. You haven't reached a high level yet, have you?" Perhaps due to the wild intuition brought about by the beast transformation, the hairy druid asked again.

"Of course not." Alvin denied it immediately, and then a subtle expression appeared on his face.

"Then, I'll give you a punch."

After saying that, the black-haired boy walked straight up to Bryant without any pretense.

The druid suddenly swallowed, realizing that the other party was a head taller than him.

He was a grown man, damn it, and this fellow couldn't have been more than twenty? Was he an Elrond from the north?

Just when Bryant was distracted, he suddenly felt an irresistible force appear in his chest, and then his whole body flew backwards suddenly.

Everything within his field of vision suddenly became distant, and before the pain from the impact could reach his brain, the world was plunged into darkness.

Aren't you not at the advanced level yet? With this question in mind, the last thing Bryant saw before he completely fell into a coma was the stunned expressions on the two young men's faces.

"You killed him? That's not like your style." Khayon put his hands on his hips and looked at the druid who was embedded in the wall like a baseball, and looked at Ivan who threw a punch casually with some surprise.

"Should be, no..." Ivan, who only used 30% of his strength to punch, was also stunned where he was, with an expression of embarrassment and a bit of surprise.

He swore that he had only used the strength of his arms and not even the strength of his waist and abdomen.

At this moment, Alvin couldn't help but recall what Afrediya said to him when he left Avonmore.

"A world made of glass?"

Chapter 75: Explosive Effect

Bryant finally left on his own.

He was right about one thing, Druids were indeed quite skilled in healing, at least not worse than a certain necromancer who specialized in anatomy.

Bryant opened his eyes with difficulty and saw Khayon standing beside him. He was gesturing around with a dissecting knife in his hand, his eyes rolling around as he looked around.

The hairy druid immediately said that he was fine and could still get up. He just had broken ribs and was really fine!

Then, he used magic to make small branches sprout and automatically grow into splints to fix the broken ribs. Fortunately, Ivan's three-point force did not cause a comminuted fracture. After all, Bryant was also a second-level, and the druid's body was stronger than that of an ordinary spellcaster.

Then, the hairy druid absorbed the excess natural magic and vitality of the surrounding plants, releasing a healing spell that could heal minor and moderate injuries, a natural spell that the druids called rejuvenation, which barely healed the larger cracks in his bones.

Luckily I'm a druid...

Bryant looked at Ivan with a complex expression of relief and awe. He suddenly remembered that the intelligence seemed to say that the person who took over this alchemy workshop was a young alchemist from Genoa.

Alchemist...

Alchemist?

Alchemist!?!

NMD,WSM? ! ?

Thinking of this, Bryant immediately threw the slight guilt he had in his heart for swallowing the deposit into the bottom of the Seine to feed the fish.

Looking at the figure limping away, Alvin was silent for a moment and touched the back of his head awkwardly.

"Well, keep working. I plan to at least make something tangible today."

"Oh, then let me be your assistant. Magical engineering looks quite interesting." Khayang rolled his eyes, rubbed his hands and said with a fake smile.

Do you want to steal the technology?

Ivan glanced at the necromancer sideways, but judging from the original plot, this guy should be very talented in magical engineering, otherwise he would not have invented a new fifth-level creature like the Dead Iron Lich.

However, the technology he would be using wasn't limited to magical engineering. He also wondered what kind of "flowers" would blossom from Earth's modern industrial technology in the unfamiliar land of Palladia.

The two returned to the alchemy workshop, and Ivan began to refine the initial design sketch. During this process, Khayon, as a mage familiar with a wide range of magic-related knowledge, also offered many insightful ideas and suggestions on the operation of magic power.

Although he is not a pure scholar-mage, his knowledge in this area is much more familiar than that of ordinary warriors.

At the same time, some of the qualities that Ivan showed in this process also surprised Khayang.