Artificer Adventure Guide

After looking at Carl for a while, the drow elf answered:

"Are you hiring here?"

"Huh~, don't answer questions with questions! But why do you, an assassin, want to apply for a position in my workshop?"

After taking a deep breath, Carl first denied the other party's habit of not answering questions properly, and then questioned her purpose.

But Carl soon understood why the other party wanted to apply, because she took out a piece of chain weapon that had been severely damaged by some acid magic.

That thing looked like a gun head tied to a chain. In Carl's memory, it seemed that only Medusa in "FATE" had used it.

"I need you to help me make a similar weapon."

The drow elf answered with a cold tone, and he was very frugal with words.

"Didn't they just give you a reward of 100 gold coins?"

With his eyes wide open, Carl still didn't understand why the other party wanted to work for him.

"It's useful."

After the brief reply, the store fell into silence.

Carl intended to compete with the other party in endurance, but this approach made him miss several customers who came in.

"Okay, then you can do odd jobs for me. Let me make it clear first, I don't provide food and accommodation here!"

...

Carl still couldn't make up his mind after all.

Glancing at Zhuo Er who was wolfing down the food bowl, he sighed and didn't continue talking.

He didn't want the other party to stay overnight, but she insisted on sleeping on the beams and planned to catch the bird eggs in the bird nest on the eaves to fill her stomach.

There was no way, Carl compromised.

'I need to return to the academy tomorrow. It's better to leave someone to watch over the workshop. I have put away all the valuables. Even if she runs away with the things, she will only take away some steel or something. '

Returning to his room, Carl put the dimensional bag close to his body, and then summoned the power armor just in case.

The matter of Mitris was enough once. Carl knew that he slept too deeply, so he could only sleep in the power armor.

There was no talk all night. Carl woke up early and went to the academy.

To his surprise, he was not the only one who returned to school at this time.

The two classmates who were assigned to the large workshop before also sat listlessly on the same boat with Carl.

"Are you staying up late to work overtime?"

Carl became the shop owner directly, but these two classmates were not so lucky.

The larger the workshop, the more detailed the division of labor.

The two had just arrived. Although they were assigned by Akanix, the owner of the workshop was Malchi, the tower master of the Tower of Strange Machinery. How could they be qualified to show off.

Then, the two became cattle and horses on the assembly line.

What made the two even more desperate was that because they wanted to show off their skills, they actually caused the assembly line to malfunction.

Just based on this accident, the grades of the two this school year are basically over.

Thinking back to when they were first assigned, the two wanted to beat themselves to death for being so proud at that time.

Hearing the blood and tears of his classmates, Carl couldn't show how leisurely he was, so he deliberately changed the subject and asked the two about the problems they encountered in reading books.

But how could they have time to read?

Every day they were making magic patterns or parts. Now they went back to the dormitory and fell asleep as soon as they touched their pillows. There was no sign of insomnia.

As they were talking, the boat had arrived. The three of them rented a giant eagle each and returned to the Tower of Wonders.

Carl even applied for a VIP card.

"Master! I have a new understanding of war figurines and prostheses recently..."

Pushing open Moore's office, Carl was about to share the joy of theoretical knowledge progress with his master, but found that Moore was not in the office.

No. 1 squatted on Moore's chair, as if he was specially left to help deal with things.

"Master Carl! Welcome back! The master is conducting research in the laboratory. If you want to find the master, I can take you there."

"Thank you, No. 1, let's go!"

The eyes of the mechanical body lit up, and No. 1 jumped off the chair and walked outside.

When Carl came to Moore's exclusive laboratory, he found that his master was frowning at the mechanical parts on the table.

A cylindrical object was covered with white cloth on the wall nearby, which looked mysterious.

"Master, look, this is something I came up with recently due to a burst of inspiration. Look at this prosthetic limb. Does it look a bit like the arm blade of a war forged?"

Carl took out a stack of design drafts and handed them directly to Mooreban for inspection.

Mooreban took Carl's manuscript and looked at it, with a faint gleam in his eyes.

"Tsk, it was a bit of a waste of talent to let you learn armor division at the beginning. Fortunately, after reaching a high level, the strange machine division basically communicates with each other."

First, he praised his apprentice. Mooreban sat on the chair, thinking about whether he could apply some of his apprentice's designs to his own experiments.

"Master, what is that? Why is it covered with white cloth? It's mysterious?"

The relationship between Carl and Mooreban is more like that of a grandparent than a master and apprentice.

Strangely enough, Carl is quite popular with old men and old ladies in both his previous life and this life.

"That's a patient who lost most of her body. I'm trying to replace her skin and muscles with prosthetics. You'd better not look at it. It's a bit scary."

As Mooreban described, Carl, who had already walked to the side of the life support chamber, turned back.

"It sounds a bit like transforming ordinary people into war figurines. Master, how do you plan to solve the problem of brain-machine connection? It's troublesome to let her use her brain to directly control the mechanical body, right?"

Looking at his apprentice in surprise, Mooreben didn't expect that Carl could think of the current technical difficulties of the experiment at once.

Subconsciously, he asked: "Do you have a way to solve it?"

Carl raised his head and said confidently: "No."

Just as Mooreben lowered his head to study unhappily, Carl said again: "But I have an alternative."

Moorben paused and asked with surprise: "What is it?"

"Let her synchronize a strange device that can help coordinate nerve reflexes, and then let the device connect to the mechanical body."

This method is actually a bit tricky, and if the other party's body is transformed in this way, it is far less sensitive than direct control.

But everything has a process, so take it slowly!

Nodding, Mooreben agreed with his apprentice's words. Mitris's mental state has been bad recently, so it's better to let her control the mechanical body to go out for a walk first.

"Okay, let's stop talking about this for now. Is there anything you don't understand during this period?"

Afterwards, Mooreban tested Carl, answered Carl's doubts, and let him go back to reunite with Nia and Lisanna.

"Is he very talented?"

When Carl completely left the laboratory, a somewhat dull female voice sounded in the life support chamber.

That was the voice made by Midris with the help of the strange machine made by Mooreban.

"At least in the field of strange machines, Carl's talent is quite high. When I help you make a new body, you have to help me take care of him for a while."

The white cloth was lifted, and a body mixed with flesh and machinery appeared.

The electronic prosthetic eye placed in the eye socket of the skull looked at Mooreban, and Midris tilted her head and asked:

"Are you kidding?"

The person who caused Midris to become what she is now is Carl. Although Midris deserved it, no matter how you look at it, Mooreban should not have found her.

"It's a joke, because when I succeed, Carl might kill you with just one finger. Come on, let's try Carl's plan..."

"Brother Carl!"

In the dormitory area, Lisanna saw Carl open the door and came to greet him with cheers.

The courses at the beginning of the school term were quite tight, so Lisanna had no time to go to the city to see Carl.

"Why are you still living directly in my dormitory? Nia is there too?"

Seeing Lisanna's dress, Carl rubbed her bright brown hair and asked casually.

"Well! Sister Nia and I have been living here recently. You don't know, we are both almost annoyed recently!"

Sitting on the sofa, Lisanna's little mouth talked about what happened in the past week.

The matter is not complicated, just that someone wants to establish a cross-school on-campus club.

As a well-known genius of the School of Change, Nia is naturally among those invited.

"Wait? What is this club for?"

The club of Akanix also needs to have a specific direction, which is similar to the university club in the previous life.

Generally speaking, a club is just a place where people with similar interests gather together.

But there are always people who want to do something.

As expected, when Carl asked this question, Lisanna's expression suddenly became speechless.

"They want to set up a club to manage large-scale activities of various schools. It is said that they have also found famous seniors from the Tower of Wonders to get sponsorship!"

There are always people who are pretentious, especially in places like Akanix.

In fact, this situation will occur soon after the freshmen enter the school every year.

Those who feel that they are destined to be born with the second-year syndrome are talking nonsense, fantasizing that they can take their seniors under their command and dominate the campus with just their eloquence and tiger body.

Carl's grades were not outstanding when he entered the school, so he was not looked down upon by the group of people at that time, and he was not harassed.

"Well, this is really a happy trouble. Those people are quite perseverant?"

After a laugh, Carl continued to ask.

Hearing the noise, Nia rushed down from upstairs, picked up a pillow and hit Carl.

"Don't laugh! Why do you laugh so happily every time? Get out of here!"

As a well-known genius, this is the third time Nia has been harassed.

It was because of this incident that the two gradually formed a deep friendship.

"Why don't you come to the city with me? Anyway, your third-year course of the Transformation School is only one class a month, and the rest is practice. My workshop is quite big."

With tears in her eyes, Nia kicked Carl's calf angrily, then squatted down to think about this possibility.

Those juniors are really annoying, especially their embarrassing remarks.

Nia can experience a similar experience at the beginning of each school year, which is really pitiful.