Artificer Adventure Guide

‘I have to say, it’s really easy to make money from young nobles at this stage of civilization! ’

Listening to the demands of those people, Carl specially assigned a Moon Spirit maid to each person to help record them.

Like the previous two motorcycles, Carl did not charge any fees this time, but because there were more people who wanted magic motorcycles, he asked these teenagers to provide the materials themselves.

This made those shy teenagers a little embarrassed.

One of them had a good relationship with the young paladin just now, and even booked one for his friend.

Carl had to do a lot of mechanical hand-making recently to accumulate spiritual breakthrough to become a level 10 strange mechanic, so this workload was not a big deal for him.

Soon, these people confirmed that their requirements for magic motorcycles were well recorded, so after some politeness, everyone was taken away by Joanna.

It took Carl more than three days to deliver those magic motorcycles, and Bain, who was responsible for the transportation, also bought a lot of food from the market.

Although Carl prepared enough food for two years at the beginning, the speed of food consumption increased suddenly with those "burdens".

For this reason, Carl also asked the Yueling maid to bring some textile equipment and some related tools and books to the fortress.

Carl took care of two of them, banned one, and let them solve the remaining clothing by themselves. After all, they had a skill to make a living.

The paladin boy thought that Carl was going to enslave these people to work for him at first, but after listening to Carl's principle of "giving a man a fish is not as good as teaching a man to fish", he immediately ran to supervise the people in the fortress to learn.

This made Carl feel guilty for deceiving a fool.

And the next day, a conflict broke out in the turbulent Storm Bay.

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"Storm Council! You bastards who take human lives lightly!"

In the trading area in the center of Storm Bay Town, an adventurer who seemed to have just returned from the adventure zone was holding a weapon and pointing at the person in charge of the relief point opened by the Storm Council with red eyes.

The fine blood almost completely filled his eyeballs, and the veins on his forehead bulged, looking particularly scary.

The person in charge of the relief point was also a boss. Seeing that the other party despised him so much, he immediately didn't spare him.

After a burst of swear words filled with Storm Bay's characteristic slang, he habitually prepared to pick up the rum beside him to moisten his throat, but suddenly saw a flash of knife light in the corner of his eyes.

His body subconsciously dodged to the side, but his untrained body did not keep up with the combat awareness trained in the early years, and was half a beat slower.

With a "puff", the sharp blade cut off one of his arms.

The scarlet blood accompanied by the flying stumps ignited the emotions that had been suppressed in the trading area for who knows how long.

"Damn it! Troublemaker! Kill him for me!"

The person in charge of the relief point, who had been exposed to the wind and sun in the trading area for nearly a week, was also a pirate who killed people without blinking an eye. He endured the severe pain of the broken arm and immediately gave orders to the brothers behind him.

He didn't have time to care about what the other party meant by "taking human life lightly". He just wanted to beat the guy who dared to swing his knife at him.

The sound of sharp blades being unsheathed rang out one after another, and the crooked members of the Storm Council immediately surrounded the adventurer with red eyes.

"Hmph! Come on! Come on! Even if I die today, I will drag you to be buried with my wife and children! Die! You all must die!"

In extreme rage, the man performed berserk.

He didn't care who was around him, and directly swept out with a move.

The increase brought by the Berserker sub-job made him immune to many control skills. His madness was really like a tiger entering a flock of sheep.

The merchants who were watching the excitement felt bad. Those who reacted quickly ran outside directly, while those who reacted slowly were unfortunately hit by the barbarian's attack and lost half of their lives.

As for those people in the Storm Council?

That was even worse.

They were idle hooligans in the town, and they got their current positions by currying favor with the real leaders of the Storm Council.

They can still bully others by relying on their numbers, but how can they be a match for such a barbarian who seems to be favored by "Wrath"?

A two-meter-high double-edged battle axe was swung like a branch in the hands of the barbarian.

Those hooligans died if they were touched.

When the leader saw the opponent's crazy fighting style, his courage had been dispersed by half.

In addition, the arm he lost happened to be his dominant hand, and the remaining confidence was gone in an instant.

In a flash, the barbarian had killed the leader and fought for his career. The leader rolled on the ground, trying to get out of the opponent's attack range.

But the barbarian's fighting instinct was not so easy to talk to. I saw a flash of blade light, and a head flew out and fell to the side.

The onlookers had all hidden in the nearby store.

For a moment, the originally noisy market was like a classroom where a quiz was being conducted.

The matter had become a big deal.

Although no one knew why it had developed into this, the Storm Council, which always valued its own reputation, would undoubtedly launch a crazy revenge on this barbarian.

Some old people in the market talked about the experience of Bain and his team being retaliated after punishing evil and promoting good a few years ago. At the end, he sighed softly and said no more.

At this time, the atmosphere in the market was undoubtedly extremely depressing. The barbarian was recovering from his exhaustion after going berserk, while the subordinates of the Storm Council were waiting for their boss to send someone.

It was not that they didn't want to rush up and kill him while the other party was exhausted. The main reason was that the barbarian seemed to be able to continue to be violent. What if the other party tried to deepen his exhaustion and cut them down, who would they go to for justice?

The work was done for the bosses behind them, but their lives were their own. The Storm Council was not rich enough to arrange a resurrection package for every little brother.

Ten minutes later, this sudden conflict ushered in a white-hot situation.

The help of the Storm Council and the companion of the barbarian arrived at the market almost at the same time.

So, a more intense conflict came.

When Carl learned about this, it was already that night.

Joanna brought a few people covered in black robes to visit his base in the middle of the night.

"So, the people behind you are the ones who were there at that time?"

Looking at the four black-robed men standing behind Joanna, Carl asked with a complicated expression.

"No, these are just a few of them. We have temporarily hidden the rest of the injured in a place. Senior Carl, can you please take them in?"

From Carl's perspective, these adventurers who resisted the Storm Council were undoubtedly used as guns, but Carl felt that their experience should be true.

The member of the Son of Winter hiding behind the scenes knew the truth of going with the flow. With the discipline of the Storm Council, even if they did good things, there would be problems, it was only a matter of time.

'If I help them, I seem to be involved in this conspiracy. '

Thinking in his heart, Carl rubbed his eyebrows in distress.

Seeing that Carl seemed a little embarrassed, Joanna had actually been mentally prepared.

She bowed slightly to Carl, then stood up and prepared to leave with the black-robed people.

Just as she was about to reach the door, Carl spoke.

"It's not good to let them live here at the base. If someone really comes, they will be exposed at first sight. There is a place over in the fortress, but the environment is not that good. If you are willing, I can take you there."

Quickly turning back, Joanna nodded and agreed immediately.

"Okay! As long as there is a place to live! I will provide food and other supplies myself, and this matter will definitely not implicate Senior Carl!"

Hearing this, Carl smiled indifferently.

"It's hard to say that I am implicated. After all, I am also a student of Akanix. My family is in the Eruden Wilderness, so I have some connections. Those people in the Storm Council can't do anything to me. I am just worried about the Son of Winter..."

Then, Carl told everyone about the artificial Eberron Dragon Crystal and the Green Rain Virus.

Hearing that this widespread "plague" was actually the work of the Son of Winter, one of the black-robed people immediately trembled all over.

It seems that he should be the barbarian who was involved.

Sighing with regret, Carl waved his hand and motioned everyone to follow him.

The construction of the fortress has been basically completed, but the engineering structure is still digging downward.

Carl took the time to open a small road between the fortress and the base, so that they can travel directly between the two places.

Following this road, everyone soon arrived at the fortress.

Looking at the neatly arranged buildings and wide and straight streets, several black-robed men were stunned. For a moment, they were not sure whether this place was for them to live.

Because it looks much better than the civilian area.

"Follow me, this is where the ordinary people who treated Joanna live. Your residence should be a little lower."

After walking forward for a distance, Carl went into a tunnel.

Everyone followed suit, and then followed Carl in the tunnel for a long time.

Finally, with the appearance of a mechanical head with a purple halo, everyone arrived at their destination.

"Is this... a cobalt construct? Or a giant version?"

Looking at the mechanical head, Joanna hurriedly tried to check it out, but after taking two steps, she remembered that this was Carl's discovery, so she stopped awkwardly.

"It's okay, go and see if you want to, this thing is not bad, next I will let the engineering construct build a residence for you here, how many people are there?"

"Uh, about 60 people, when we were fighting, some angry warriors joined in, and gradually there were so many."

Speaking of this, the black-robed men who dared to resist the Storm Council lowered their heads awkwardly.

But this made Carl look at Joanna with a new eye.

"How did you hide these 60 people? Is there a secret room in the station of Kolan Castle?"

"Hehe, this is a secret!"