Mysterious as the Wind, Always With Me

Ordinary repairs are of course possible, but Minnie herself is not ordinary!

Once she shrunk back to the music box, the half-mask fitted to her would fall out of place without even entering the gap in space.

Whether it is [abnormality] or the harmless [extraordinary thing] now, Minnie is a mysterious existence from the beginning to the end.

Regardless of how easy it is to worship the Mechanicus, even the bike repairers on the side of the road can be the most elementary followers of the Mechanicus. Going up further, those who can modify parts by themselves, almost building a car with bare hands, are intermediate craftsmen.

Then, the reason why the Mechanicus has the word "God" is that senior craftsmen can create extraordinary mechanical equipment.

This is also the difference between the orthodox lawful camp sect and the Mechanicus. For example, the Cult of Light tends to build revolvers that can fire bullets of holy light, but the Cult of Mechanic doesn't mind using demon bullets for the same revolver.

The more advanced craftsmen, the more crazy they are in studying machinery, and they often don't mind using any materials. So the Mechanicus is an absolutely neutral sect in name, but in fact there are craftsmen from the three camps of chaotic neutral, absolute neutral, and lawful neutral.

If it is the turn to repair high-level Extraordinary items, at least a high-level craftsman above the high-level craftsman must start.

Incidentally, this is often a Sequence 6 Transcendent.

But Mark boasted that he wanted to help Minnie repair her body.

Although he is not a 'strict person', but his words don't count, and he neglected his own extraordinary existence, this is the seed of a catastrophe!

Mark scratched his head: Well... I'd better find that 'Wang Dahammer' from last night!

Sometimes Mark feels that fate is like a circle. Once you are infected with the cause, a fruit will definitely be given to you.

As for whether there is good fruit to eat, it really depends on one's own decision.

It's no big deal now, Mark doesn't look like using the dice of fate at all. Regardless of how well this thing is used every time, it will basically not cheat him. But if you don't cheat on the bright side, what about behind the scenes?

He sat on the train for a long time without doing anything, but as soon as he sat on the train, he ran into two major cults, and when one was not good, he got involved and confessed.

"However, since the Mishuer family is a local snake, the defense should not be bad, right? If his family is so easy to break into, then the two cults don't have to intercept that Thiago halfway. Then, let's go and see?"

The place is really easy to find. As soon as I left the city, I saw the majestic house standing on the hill beside the city.

It is said to be a mansion, but it feels a bit like a castle.

Compared with the square rectangular appearance, it is flawless. Originally looking a little monotonous building appearance, with narrow rectangular windows that are difficult for people to get in, and golden spiers made of brass on it, it feels like a castle from a distance. bunker.

Walking up the slope where the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, there are not even many industrial traces, not even the wheel marks.

After taking a taxi and coming to the platform in the middle of the mountain, the scene of people coming and going in Mark's imagination did not appear, but instead saw a large area of ​​weeds.

The uncle driver rubbed his head: "Mr. Mishull is a weirdo. Although he occasionally does some things for the city, such as helping to design flood embankments, he doesn't want to be disturbed most of the time. If you force him His house will be killed by the mechanical guards. Many big men dare not come to him after being touched."

Mark nodded and said nothing.

Every orthodox church has an area where outsiders are forbidden to enter. It is normal that the core area of ​​the Mechanicus High Craftsman is not allowed to enter.

"I shouldn't run into a wall... right?" He didn't know who in the Mishuer family he saved last night. After meeting a great craftsman, what is the weight of speaking. He could only mutter in his heart as he walked up the last stone steps.

The gate of the mansion is quite magnificent, in terms of size, it is comparable to the former walled city.

The four-person-high arch that can accommodate a truck is made of brass. On the door, two huge Minotaur reliefs are quite domineering.

Mark pulled the movable nose ring on the bull's nose sculpture, and as soon as he knocked, he found that the supposedly heavy door opened to both sides very silkily, revealing the glorious front hall.

"This, excuse me..."

No one responded to him.

The front hall is like a large museum. The red carpet that first catches the eye seems to tell the visitors that the owner is not indifferent.

Although the glass showcases on both sides display some kind of robot-like parts, but anything with a booth made of red flannel, and gorgeous overhead lights, and then affixed with a sign and the signature of the master, it will immediately become a high-end atmosphere Grade up.

Perhaps this is the masterpiece of the great craftsman of the Mechanic Cult, but when Mark saw the metal parts covered with springs and linkage bearings, he really didn't understand how to appreciate them.

The walls are full of circular patterned wallpapers, and you can only find out after a closer look that they are large gears with small bumps.

The standard one-shaped wall lamp with a very industrial style emits soft yellow light.

In the middle of the hall, there is something like a phonograph.

As soon as Mark stepped into the hall, on the table in the middle of the hall, a phonograph in the shape of a trumpet flower was immediately triggered by some mysterious force, and Mr. Thiago Michel's cold and proud voice came out:

"A lot of people come uninvited! For as many reasons as air bubbles in bad motor oil."

"If you are my friend, please prove it!"

"If you want to be what I call a friend, pull the wrench!"

"However, among those who dare to break into my workshop, there are very few who can find their way home..."

After Mark heard it, he was really a little panicked.

These days, there are as many guys who peek at the craftsmen of the Mechanicus Cult as stars in the sky, and they don't see that the Mechanicus Cult has really been wiped out?

After thinking for a while, Mark Lang said: "Last night, I saved your Mishuer family."

"..."

"..."

"..."

There was silence all around, and no one responded to Mark's words.

This made Mark a little embarrassed. It seemed that... the equipment left by the great artisan of the gods did not necessarily have AI, or have enough intelligence.

Next to the gramophone stood an exquisite typewriter.

Young people in the modern Chinese dynasty can often only see this thing in movies or museums. Different from the light computer keyboard, this kind of old-fashioned typewriter takes effort to buckle any letter on it.

Well, still Wright.

Probably this is the secret code or password of some mechanical god to enter?

Mark is in trouble.

Without any proof, he is the uninvited guest.

After thinking about it, Mark took out another proof - he played the role of the mysterious man before, and changed the rubbing of Dionysus into a supernatural being, a silver-level gratitude scroll obtained from a nobleman.

When he put the gratitude roll in the shape of a spirit body on the tray next to the typewriter, the tray sank as the mechanical gears turned...

After a while, unexpectedly, the old man came again.

Thiago's hoarse and inflected voice suddenly came from the phonograph. Obviously, the master craftsman was angry:

"Liars! You big liars! How dare you use such clumsy excuses to deceive me again!?"

At the same time, the entire hall shook violently.

For a moment, Mark's mind went blank, and his first reaction was that the damn male nobleman lied to him! This is a fake Thanksgiving roll!

After thinking about it, I thought it was impossible!

How can a nobleman who has no supernatural power and is obviously an ordinary person have the ability to hide from the dice of fate?

At the heavy brass gate behind him, a terrible jack slammed down violently, making a loud bang.

The back road was cut off in an instant, and the surrounding scene became terrifying.

With the dense and harsh sound of winches and gears sounding in all directions, the floor, wall, and ceiling cracked as far as the eye could see.

The counter containing the exhibits is rising, and the floor is falling sharply. The seemingly empty walls are cracked, revealing mechanical arms with circular saw blades flying at high speed.

Mark never expected that he could also see this kind of dazzling, purely mechanically driven transformation mansion when traveling to another world.

For a moment, he almost suspected that he had not traveled to a mysterious world, but to the belly of Transformers.

If he hadn't been in the game, he would have been in the mood to appreciate this great mechanical performance, but the current situation couldn't help him to hesitate.

The floor was sinking rapidly, and the two weapon spirits on his body exclaimed at the same time.

【mark? 】

【elder brother? 】

"Fly me to the top of the showcase!"

The mechanical deformation of the hall cannot be said to be unpleasant. The display cabinets with high lights were lifted by the mechanism and sent to the ceiling in at most three seconds in the whole process.

The uninvited guest who reacted almost, must have sunk down with the falling floor immediately.

Miss Puppet's spiritual thread lightly entangled the light stand of the high lamp above the showcase, allowing Mark to fly lightly to the top of the showcase.

That is a very delicate mechanical structure. The rectangular void left on the ceiling just allows the showcase to pass by. That error can be called a jigsaw puzzle.

What made Mark's scalp tingle even more was that at the same time as others followed the showcase up, he heard metal footsteps full of mechanical texture coming from under the showcase.

That was the sound of mechanical feet stomping on the carpet!

So, the robot responsible for ambushing visitors has been hidden directly under the display case from the beginning?

It seemed to be safe at this time, but there were messy footsteps under the display cabinet, probably because the ambushers couldn't find the enemy and were running around.

Miss Byson whispered, "How do you know it's safe here?"

Mark smiled lightly: "Since this is a showcase, it must be what Thiago values ​​most. If the glass is directly broken, it will probably trigger another alarm, but now..."

Mark looked around and found that it was a ceiling mezzanine space full of mechanical booms, cables and other things.

Just as the mansion continued to transform, Mark glimpsed a glimmer of light: "Go over there!"

Miss Puppet pulled Mark over as she said.

Taking advantage of the last chance before a mechanism deck closed, Mark slipped in like lightning.

Once in, he was a little dumbfounded.

"this is……"