Star Forge Titan

As expected, he is a descendant of Titans!

The old dwarf's eyes were excited, and he became more and more confident that the black-haired boy could solve the crisis of the Lonely Mountain Kingdom ten years later.

Without noticing other people's reactions, Alvin began to replace the special steel that originally constituted the armored vehicle's frame with mithril alloy steel.

Relying on the power of his core talent [Retelling the World], which was like a fully automatic human-powered high-precision lathe, he quickly completed the task.

Looking at the new frame emitting a gray-blue luster, Alvin nodded and then stood with his legs one in front and one behind, stretching his right hand back.

"Wait, what are you doing?" Ka Yang shouted immediately:

"Oh, conduct a collision test." Alvin said as if it was a matter of course, but showed a puzzled expression to the necromancer.

"...Is the impact test just about you punching yourself?" Veins popped out on Khayang's forehead.

This guy, has no idea how strong he is right now!?!

Chapter 103: First Draft Completed

It turns out that there is a reason why Mithril is expensive.

Coincidentally, Alvin doesn't have the crazy habit of smashing something after finishing it.

Judging from the results of the collision test, the body frame that replaced the material with Mithril alloy steel was able to withstand extremely strong impact force, so much so that the black-haired boy had the urge to install a bumper on the finished product.

Looking at the frame that was shaking but not obviously deformed, Alvin nodded with satisfaction, a look of relief on his face.

The skeleton of the beast has been cast, and the next thing to do is to prepare a strong enough mechanical heart for it.

Although Alvin is 100% confident about this, he still plans to make a V0.1 experimental version first to be on the safe side.

Later, this can be installed on old Patton's magic taxi for long-term operation test.

As for whether the old man who obviously has a secret will be angry about this, haha, that’s none of his business.

On the other side, Borok, who witnessed this scene, didn't know what to say.

The most troublesome thing about mithril, besides its limited reserves and difficulty in mining, is how to shape it, and this process also requires solving many problems.

First, Mithril metal has a very high melting point and is extremely hard yet tough.

The consequence of the former is that unless the World Forge is used, even the dwarves will need to spend a lot of effort to complete the refining of mithril ore into finished mithril ingots.

The latter characteristic means that if this material is to be made into armor or weapons, the processing difficulty required is often beyond the reach of most forces.

It's not a matter of time and effort, it's just that I don't know how to start at all!

But what did Borok see just now?

He saw that the black-haired boy, who should be a descendant of the Titans, just stretched out his hand, and the indestructible mithril ingot was illuminated by a dark golden magic light, and was kneaded and manipulated by the other party at will like soft soil.

In short, from the moment on, Borok's chin had been far away from the old position where it had stayed for more than 150 years.

The old dwarf's eyes widened now, and he was even more excited about what he would see next.

He guessed that the framework was not the highlight of what Alvin had prepared, and at best it could only be considered an appetizer in a full meal.

After all, the amount of mithril consumed in making mithril alloy steel is only about 10 pounds, and besides, the young man didn't use any star antimony at all just now.

Borok rubbed his hands back and forth excitedly, and then saw Ivan pick up a silver-blue mithril ingot.

The metal blocks are cast into flat rectangles for easy transportation and look like gold bars neatly arranged in a box.

But in terms of price, the same amount of mithril is much more expensive than gold!

The extremely pure mithril softened quickly in Alvin's hands, and then he shaped it into various complex parts at an even faster speed.

Of course, Alvin was not so extravagant as to use only mithril to make all the parts needed for the entire magic engine.

Except for the more important parts, such as those that need to withstand extremely high pressure and temperature, the rest of the parts can be made of mithril alloy steel, and the texture of this material is completely sufficient.

However, only a small part of the body is made of pure mithril.

As for the even rarer star antimony, Alvin does not plan to use it for the time being, and plans to save it for when he manufactures the official version of the engine.

In this way, relying on the unreasonable power of "Reshaping the World" that would make most blacksmiths, engineers, and alchemists envious, all kinds of high-precision parts were formed one by one in Alvin's hands.

Then, these parts were assembled by those dexterous hands into a new type of magic engine with a unique shape that no one had ever seen before.

At this time, the druid who came out of the Great Wilderness Forest was already confused and autistic, and Khayang, who had just started learning magical engineering, also looked thoughtful.

But Borok showed the professional qualities of an old rune blacksmith and a second-level dwarf engineer.

He could see the terrifying power contained in this magical engine of unfamiliar structure.

The old dwarf couldn't help but hold his breath and felt his heart beating violently in his chest.

At this moment, he finally understood what a new product with infinite potential that the noble descendant of the Titan wanted to give him.

That could even completely replace the old steam engine, bringing the entire Dwarf Kingdom into a new technological revolution.

"So those ancient legends are true. The gods of the forgotten era truly possess powers unimaginable to modern humans, and even more unimaginable technology!" The old dwarf muttered to himself in a voice that no one else could hear.

On the other hand, although he took several breaks to restore his magic power along the way, and [Reshape the World] was effective on mithril, the magic power consumed in the process was dozens of times that of changing other metals. Fortunately, Alvin finally completed the assembly of the first version of the prototype magic engine.

What was presented to everyone was a precision instrument composed of silver-blue and gray-blue parts, exuding a strong industrial aesthetic.

The silver-blue inline six-cylinder engine is arranged in a single vertical position and is wrapped with various other accessories.

This magic engine looks like a fine work of art cast in metal, making it almost impossible to look away.

Even Bryant, who knew nothing about magical engineering, couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

"I don't know what it's used for, but it looks so beautiful." The hairy druid said subconsciously due to his masculine nature.

"..." Ka Yang didn't say much, but he couldn't help swallowing his saliva continuously.

Living in the Undead faction for many years made him develop the habit of hiding his emotions with a smile.

But now, the young wizard looked at the entire body of the magic engine with eager eyes that were almost shining.

"This is an experimental version. The power limit will be smaller than the official version, and other aspects have also been reduced. I just hope that the test run can be completed smoothly." Alvin said with emotion.

"Test drive?" Ka Yang looked at the empty frame next to him.

"You're not going to open a frame and go out and test the handlebars?"

"Of course not." Alvin smiled.

"I'm going to put this engine in old Patton's taxi."

"Although there is a speed limit in Lutetia, there shouldn't be any problem conducting a continuous operation test at a low speed."

"...Why do I feel like this sounds like stuffing a giant monster's heart into a goblin?" Khayon couldn't help but complain:

"No way, have you ever done such a thing?" Ivan quickly denied it, and at the same time looked at Ka Yang with a strange look.

"Ahem, of course not. I was just making an analogy." Ka Yang coughed calmly and changed the subject very naturally.

"Really?" Alvin looked at the necromancer beside him with suspicion. He lied without blinking.

"Well, Diana should be getting off work soon. I asked Betty to give her a message earlier. She should be here soon."

"But isn't that car Patton's?" Ka Yang was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but lower his voice and asked:

"It's okay, he's already agreed."

Recalling old Patton's reluctant look at the time, Ivan couldn't help but reveal a subtle expression.

Ultimately, it's for everyone in the orphanage. Even if he's reluctant, he'll understand later. Yeah, probably.

As we were chatting, we heard the sound of a car horn outside the workshop.

Diana arrived in Old Barton's taxi.

Meanwhile, inside the Moulin Rouge in Lower Town.

A secret war without visible swords and shadows is slowly unfolding around a certain Earl Conrad who wishes to remain anonymous.

Chapter 104: Inside the Moulin Rouge

"what!"

In front of the Moulin Rouge, a young aristocrat in formal attire suddenly opened his arms as if to embrace, and then let out an exclamation filled with emotion.

"My love! My love! And my favorite!"

Beneath the chestnut hair was a young and handsome face, which was now covered with a sweet and cheerful smile.

"We are here!"

The shouting young man looked like a child who had not played games for three days and finally got access to a computer and a mobile phone, or like a male cat in heat who had been locked up for three days and finally escaped from the cage of the pet hospital on the eve of the pigeon eggs.

The people passing by looked as if they were used to it, for this was the Moulin Rouge, the largest den of infamy and entertainment in the suburbs of Lutetia.

Men can find any 'dream' here, provided they have a fat enough wallet in their pockets in advance.

Besides, this Earl Donald is a frequent visitor among frequent visitors. Although his title does not have corresponding fiefdom, as the only son of a successful businessman, at least this guy's wallet is definitely rich enough.

So much so that in the entire Moulin Rouge, from the doorman and receptionist to the popular top dancer, to the chef and waiter in the kitchen who are responsible for preparing all the dishes, who doesn't know his "good name"?

This is a truly stud horse! A big! Fat! Sheep!

Moreover, the Count is also good at writing drama scripts.

Although he is not the top master, he has his own unique style in comedy, comedies and romantic dramas, which always bring a lot of joy to people.

So, everyone likes him very much!

And his wallet, by the way.

The two accompanying guards had blank expressions on their faces. Although they were complaining to the sky in their hearts, due to work needs, they did not show it on the surface.

If they could, they would just walk away from the guy they had been loyal to for many years and shout very loudly, "I don't know him."

However, the fact is-

"Hurry up, the show is about to start! Today's show is the new play I wrote."

Lord Donald walked up the stairs impatiently, waving to his two subordinates, signaling them to follow quickly.

The two extraordinary guards were from the palace steam gun guards who were loyal only to the emperor. They should have been wearing formal clothes, with two magic steam guns and precious enchanted swords on their waists, and standing upright outside Swan Castle.

But now they can only act like two ordinary noble guards, following behind the playful young master, responsible for taking the blame and cleaning up his mess.

The guards sighed at the same time, but smiled unconsciously on their faces.

Although Mr. Donald was a bit unremarkable, he never showed any aristocratic arrogance. He treated everyone the same, as if to say, "You are not as handsome or rich as me anyway."

However, this made these subordinates feel a sense of inexplicable closeness while feeling both amused and helpless.

The three of them walked into the magnificent hall of the Moulin Rouge. The bright lights illuminated all kinds of magnificent decorations, making people feel as if they had come to the legendary heaven decorated with gold and virtue.

However, this shouldn't have anything to do with 'virtue'; the real decoration should be undisguised 'desire'.

On the stage, the performance began quickly, but the first people to come on stage were not actors, but a whole row of sexy dancers wearing high-slit long skirts that exposed their thighs.

They danced the cancan, which involved lots of kicking.

This dance originated from the harbor bars, where dancers provided services for sailors returning from the ocean. Their dancing moves, which lifted their skirts and exposed their thighs, kept the sailors glued to their feet.

By the way, there was nothing underneath the dancers' skirts.

This kind of vulgar dance should not appear in Lutetia's most high-end entertainment venue, and it's not that no one has stood up to denounce this corrupt performance.

But the young gentlemen were really powerless to resist the whole row of long white legs that kept kicking high!

As God knows, they have really tried their best.

Compared to the original version of the cancan dance that originated in the port, the cancan dancers in Lutetia were relatively conservative. At least they had the money to buy themselves a piece of small underwear.

However, in the eyes of the majority of young gentlemen, those translucent clothes with a lot of lace structures are even more erotic than wearing nothing, no, they are more sexy.

"God of Light, what an artistic scene this is!" Earl Donald, who was sitting in the first row of the stage, applauded and exclaimed:

The other gentlemen around him nodded in agreement when they heard this.

Are you kidding? You've already paid for a front-row seat to watch the can-can dance, so stop pretending to be a 'nice guy'.

Because that is simply the most self-deceptive behavior.

The reason is simple. The young gentlemen sitting in the first row only need to look up to see those white and slender thighs and the deeper shadows without even the dancers kicking up their skirts.