Star Forge Titan

"Otherwise, when you are old, there will always be people who will point it out to you and say, 'Sir, you should drink less. Sir, you can't drink so much.'" Prince Louis muttered as he picked up his wine glass.

"It's so annoying."

After taking a big gulp of the bright red wine, Louis' voice suddenly became cold.

"Just like when people get older they don't..."

"kill!"

As he spoke, a flash of thunder passed outside the window. The remaining sunlight was quickly obscured by dark clouds, and the entire room suddenly fell into complete darkness.

Through the faint flashes of lightning, several young corpses could be seen lying at the prince's feet. They were none other than the maids and pharmacists who usually served him.

Both Prince Louis and the unidentified visitor turned a blind eye to this.

"Alas, when you get old, people look down on you. Even if you pick up your sword, try to stand up straight, and walk the road like an adventurer, people will just say to you, 'Grandpa, come sit by the campfire and warm up. Have a bowl of soup. It's good for your remaining teeth.'"

As he spoke, the wine glass in Prince Louis's hand suddenly exploded. A terrifying magical pressure suddenly expanded outward, and the carpet quickly lit up with the light of a magic circle, confining this pressure, which was enough to crush the consciousness of an ordinary person, within a certain range.

"Damn it! What I want to eat is meat!"

The wrinkled old face no longer had any warmth, and there were only a handful of teeth left on the shriveled gums. With the old man's grinning expression, he revealed a hideous and terrifying cruelty like a demon. He was like a demon forcibly bound to a chair, roaring in vain at the free sky outside the window.

This former fifth-rank warrior was now extremely old. His body could no longer maintain its perfect condition, and the breath of life was fading from him with every passing moment.

The originally powerful force was like fine sand held in the palm of the hand, constantly pouring out from between the fingers.

"Huff, huff." Prince Louis gasped rapidly, his chest heaving violently like a broken bellows.

Suddenly, the old man covered his face, as if he was crying, or as if he was reminiscing.

"Poor Henry, I used to like that boy. Although he was much stupider than his grandfather who had been my personal guard, at least when it came to loyalty, he was a boy without a flaw."

"Sir Henry Madayne Lincoln may reveal our plans." The visitor finally uttered the second sentence.

"Yes, I know, he's been exposed." Prince Louis waved his hand wearily.

"That's why I asked you to take action to deal with him."

Having said this, the prince's expression became ferocious again.

"Someone has to pay for this!"

Although the collaborator's emotions were fluctuating violently, even like a madman who was gradually going completely insane, the visitor's tone remained indifferent, and he just quietly stated his needs.

"We need to recruit new people to gather the resources needed for the ceremony."

Hearing the other party's indifferent words, Prince Louis slowly calmed down.

He leaned back in his chair, and his tall figure in his youth now looked particularly hunched, like a skeleton embedded in a wide armchair.

"Don't worry, you'll get it."

"As long as the agreement is fulfilled, whether it's materials, land, or... souls!"

Prince Louis stared at the other person with gritted teeth. There seemed to be two flames burning in his eyes, which seemed particularly bright compared to his aging body.

"New life, give me new life! Then, then, everything in Linde will be yours!"

It must be difficult for others to believe that the former Butcher Prince, who fought desperately to defend the motherland's borders in the war between humans and demons, and repeatedly launched massacres against enemy countries, while leaving behind a legacy of honor and a century-old infamy, would actually say such words.

But the three visitors were particularly satisfied with this answer. They nodded in unison:

"That's the best."

Chapter 94: Muscle Detective

"One hundred pounds of mithril."

Inside the workshop courtyard, looking at the stunned Tang in front of him, Ivan said without hesitation:

"Converted into the current commonly used measurement unit, it is 45.3 kilograms, not a gram less."

"Do you think that's an ordinary iron ingot?" Tang held his forehead, resisting the urge to roar loudly. At the same time, he kept emphasizing in his mind that the guy in front of him was a strong man who could fight dozens of people at once, so don't mess with him.

"Of course I know mithril is not cheap." Alvin spread his hands.

To be honest, he originally wanted 10 pounds of refined gold, but looking at the other party's current expression, it was probably unlikely.

"But this is a magic engine."

“…” Tang fell silent.

Initially, before he earned the title of 'Respected Tang', he heard from his subordinates that two strange extraordinary people had come to the downtown area. Wanting to recruit them, and not knowing why they were going to Marilyn's Orphanage, he took the initiative to visit them.

But a series of events that followed made this orphan gang member unknowingly become the leader of the largest gang in the downtown area.

If you think about it carefully, it seems that all of this was driven by this calm-looking man in front of you in just a few days.

His purpose seemed to be simply to change the environment of the Lower Town, obtain precious materials through the channels he controlled, and then...

Build a car to race?

For a moment, Tang inexplicably felt some sympathy for Maxwell, the former leader of the largest gang in the downtown area, and Baron Lincoln who died suddenly yesterday.

They probably never thought until their death that they would lose their career, future and most importantly, their life because of such a thing.

"I'll try my best, but the dwarves at the Kazarim Workshop are all as hard and stubborn as stone. Even if I'm familiar with one of them, I can't guarantee I can get so much mithril from them." Tang Dada sighed and said helplessly:

"It's understandable. Dwarves from all clans are stubborn. Even those fallen Chaos Dwarves are of this nature. Even if you crush every bone in their body, you can't make these guys surrender easily." Alvin nodded and said softly.

Hearing his words, Tang's vest was suddenly soaked with cold sweat.

He inexplicably had a strange suspicion that the young man with black hair in front of him might have really done that kind of thing?

"No matter what, at least arrange for me to meet with them. Besides mithril, it would be best to get other rare metal materials from the dwarves. After all, their smelting technology is currently the best in the entire continent."

At this point, Ivan suddenly smiled. He'd dealt with all sorts of people in the game, including, of course, dwarves. If memory served him correctly, the Kazarim Workshop in Linde was still under the control of a stubborn old man.

Thinking back to the acquaintances in the game, Ivan, who didn't "know" them yet, couldn't help but feel a little strange.

He had only known most of the characters on Elrond's side indirectly through forums or other players, so he didn't have such a feeling during the communication process.

But Lind has personally interacted with many of the characters, so it's conceivable that similar strange feelings will appear more often.

Putting aside his distracted thoughts, Alvin continued to exchange a few words with Tang, and then sent him out of the workshop.

Walking back to the laboratory, looking at the engine model on the table, the black-haired boy gradually showed a thoughtful expression.

After sorting out his thoughts last night, he realized that there was an undercurrent flowing beneath Lin Deming's face. However, to find out which forces were truly involved, further investigation was needed to obtain more information.

Moreover, Alvin did not intend to give up his plan to obtain information related to magic engineering through the magic car competition. Instead, he planned to speed up his pace.

The reason was simple. Since his presence was already exposed to the enemy, he planned to use the grand magic car race as a smokescreen to completely captivate the enemy with his guise as a 'young alchemist from Genoa' in order to conceal his true identity.

As for the righteous transformed Space Marine, descendant of the Titans, Prince Elrond, the temporary chief detective of the Perfect City and his loyal and reliable (probably) necromancer partner assistant, they will secretly investigate the truth behind this series of events.

Suddenly, Alvin noticed a detail that he had previously overlooked.

"The senior agent."

Thinking of a woman smoking at the crime scene, Alvin couldn't help but frown.

Smoking is definitely one of the worst things you can do at a crime scene. Even though Palladia's current criminal investigation technology is relatively limited, they should still pay attention to this aspect.

Senior Agent Scarlett Jost, who is capable of becoming a senior agent, is also a senior agent of the Ninth Public Security Department, which specializes in handling incidents related to supernatural beings. As a senior law enforcer, she should never make such a low-level mistake as "inadvertently destroying the crime scene."

But she did it.

What does this mean?

This shows that the other party didn't mind destroying the crime scene at that time!

So, what is the reason why a senior detective would not mind the integrity of the crime scene?

In an instant, Alvin thought of two possibilities.

First, the other party already knows who the murderer is, so there is naturally no need to protect the integrity of the crime scene.

Second, the other party is unwilling to get involved in this matter and would rather this vicious case that occurred within the Public Security Bureau remain an unsolved case.

Of course, there is another possibility, that the other party is indeed a fool who made a low-level mistake.

However, as soon as I thought of this, Alvin immediately ruled out the wrong option.

Scarlett Jost, although he was not particularly familiar with the name in the game, it was not completely unfamiliar to him.

During the time when Ivan joined Lind's camp, the head of the Ninth Security Section was no longer this woman. Instead, she was replaced by an old sheriff with gray hair and short stature.

If he remembered correctly, he heard this name again during a special operations mission in cooperation with Lind's intelligence department.

The reason why I still have an impression of it is that it was one of the few special missions directly issued by the then Emperor Linde.

Interesting! Could that woman become a trusted confidant of the Emperor? Or is she already one? If so, what information does she know about this case that others don't?

Like an incomplete puzzle, various thoughts swirled and combined in Alvin's mind.

As long as we continue to obtain more information, we may be able to find out the truth behind the whole thing.

At this moment, the sound of the magic car's horn was heard outside the alchemy workshop.

"Who is it! Honking the horn so early in the morning!" The hairy druid Bryant could be faintly heard complaining in the attic.

Ivan shrugged and pushed the door open.

As a result, I saw Senior Agent Scarlett Jost waiting outside the door, leaning against a white magic car.

She personally drove the Public Security Bureau's magic vehicle here, and towed behind it the trophy lost to her by Baron Lincoln - the 'Horn of the Minotaur' magic armored vehicle.

The mature woman with gray hair and brown skin lit a cigarette and waved to Ivan, who looked unsurprised.

"Hi, nice to see you again, boy."

Chapter 95: A Beautiful Lady Visits

"Will you please invite me in for a cup of tea?"

Scarlett looked at Ivan with a smile, and there was nothing else on her face except the smile.

"I took great pains to drag this 'fine horse' here for you." The female senior agent patted her chest and looked at the armored vehicle 'Horn of the Minotaur', which had its magic engine removed.

Then, she winked at Ivan very naturally, and her words and actions revealed the fragrant charm unique to mature women.

Ivan was stunned for a moment, but his expression was no different from usual.

He noticed that the new police car Scarlett was driving was not equipped with a wizard to debug the magic engine when it was running at high power.

However, if you want to use a small magic vehicle like a police car to pull an armored vehicle, even if it is a light armored vehicle like the Minotaur's Horn, it is unlikely that the former can do this with the engine running at low power.

Even if the four wheels of the armored vehicle can still rotate and the load can be reduced by inertia after being pulled, a certain amount of power is still required to achieve the initial start.

This basically eliminates the possibility that the other party can achieve this by limiting the engine power below the threshold.

Could it be that Linde officials have actually developed a next-generation magic engine that can operate at full power without the need for a mage to control it at all times?

Considering the time, if this is the truth, there is nothing surprising about it.

But if this happens, the competition in the Youth Magic Car Competition might be even more intense than expected. I'm also not sure if the new inline six-cylinder engine we originally planned to use will be powerful enough, or if we could consider switching to a V-type twin-row twelve-cylinder engine.

But then again, remember the Palladian proverb: 'When you talk about angels, you often hear the sound of wings flapping.'

He had just been wondering what the female agent knew, and she had come to him on her own initiative. So there was no point in hesitating; he could just lay the matter out directly and explain it clearly.

Although the opponent had reached the fourth level in the storyline, becoming a powerful high-level mage, judging by the magical fluctuations he was currently emitting, he was probably only at the third level. This way, even if a conflict broke out, he would be able to escape unscathed. Furthermore, if the two sides were close enough, the outcome would be unpredictable.

Ivan thought to himself, but he didn't express it on the surface. He just looked at the female senior agent who was in casual clothes today, and nodded coldly.

Today, the female agent was wearing a silver-gray waisted long dress that was similar to but not exactly the same color as her hair, and a pair of high-heeled shoes inlaid with tiny rhinestones. She looked like an aristocratic lady getting ready to attend a ball.

But his healthy skin color, which is close to wheat, reveals a wild aura, and his whole body exudes a strong mature charm that is hard to ignore.

"What an introverted young man." Scarlett was slightly stunned by his reaction, then she chuckled and shook her head, took a step forward and followed Ivan into the alchemy workshop.

The spacious first floor of the alchemy workshop, including the basement, are all alchemy laboratories, but the second floor is a living room for daily living and a guest room.

This place was cleaned up by Ivan and Ka Yang a few days ago. They rolled up their sleeves and cleaned the room thoroughly, then threw away the old furniture and replaced it with new one.

Therefore, the entire reception room exudes a brand new atmosphere today.

A group of three leather sofas were placed around a carpet in the middle of the living room. Next to the window on the other side was a sideboard with a few books, teapots, teacups, and a tea can filled with Dahuanglin black tea scattered on it.

Hearing the sound of someone arriving, Khayon was already sitting in the living room, wearing a black wizard robe. He scanned the visiting female agent with the same scrutinizing gaze, then smiled the same brilliant smile as Scarlett, and in a very flattering tone, naturally complimented her on her outfit.

As for Bryant, this hairy guy is currently temporarily employed by Irving. He doesn't regard himself as a guest at all. He just walks down the attic yawning in a short-sleeved overalls and shorts, while sticking up his little finger and tilting his head to pick earwax.