Artificer Adventure Guide

"Karl! My good disciple! Are you okay?"

On the cruise ship back to Andel, Mooreban anxiously pushed open the door and looked for Carl.

Carl sat on the bed with a big horse and a golden sword, looking at his master with a bad face.

"I lost contact for such a long time and you just remembered me. Why didn't you come a few days later? I will be home in a few days!"

Hearing the sarcasm of his disciple, Mooreban was not angry, but smiled and said:

"Oh! This is really not my fault. The Dragon Mark Family launched a siege against the Emerald Claw and the Blood of Wall. Who would have thought that their boss would come here alone to attack?

If the legendary druid of the Son of Winter hadn't accidentally discovered the strong negative energy here, this matter might have taken a while to be discovered."

Wipe the sweat from his forehead, Mooreban looked like he was overwhelmed.

At this moment, a staff member came in from outside.

"Mr. Morban, this is the list of people who have been rescued so far. Several of them are temporarily unconscious, and another is too seriously injured to verify his identity."

After taking the list and looking at it, Morban nodded and replied, "I know."

Looking back at his beloved disciple, Morban's face showed a little sternness.

"Next, you stay in Eruden Field and Akanix and don't run around. When your level of the artificer is promoted to level 9, I will let you go."

Even Morban has now realized that his beloved disciple is born with a disaster affinity. As long as he goes to a slightly unfamiliar environment, he will definitely encounter something.

The first time was the Mind Flayer, and the second time was the Lich. What else he will encounter next, Morban dare not think about it.

But to Morban's surprise, Carl did not resist his words at all, but nodded and agreed.

"Yeah, I think so too."

Then, the master and the apprentice talked about what Carl encountered in the storm. When he heard that his apprentice encountered a guy suspected of holding the Death Dragon Mark and killed him, Moore's expression suddenly twisted.

"Oh, by the way, apprentice, I have to express my condolences to the victims on behalf of Andel. You take a rest first, I'll be back soon."

After that, Moore left the room in a hurry.

"Where is the person who was so seriously injured that his identity could not be determined?"

As soon as he went out, Moore grabbed the staff who had just come to report and asked.

"This way, Mr. Moore, but she looks too scary now, you'd better be mentally prepared."

Walking in front and leading the way, the staff and Moore soon came to Mitress's room.

As soon as the door was opened, the stench of rotting meat made the staff retch.

Moorban walked into the room with a sullen face and saw Mitress, who was almost no longer human.

"Didn't you give her a healing potion? Why is she still so badly injured?"

Turning around and asking the staff, Mooreban took out a precious healing potion from his dimensional bag and fed it to Mitress.

Watching the potion flow from the opponent's throat into the stomach, but apart from making the opponent's internal organs slightly wriggle a few times, there was no sign of healing on Mitress's other parts.

"Well, it seems that you are not to blame. You go down first. This patient seems to have been hurt by some strange energy. I want to study it myself!"

"Okay! You are busy."

Already frightened by Mooreban's attitude of asking for blame, hearing that Mooreban took the blame from himself again, the staff immediately ran away.

Staring at Mitress, Mooreban asked in a deep voice: "Do you know that you are the holder of the Death Dragon Mark?"

Hearing the Death Dragon Mark, Mitress, who had been lying on the bed pretending to be dead since just now, finally had some reaction.

In the eye sockets where the eyelids had fallen off, a pair of eyes turned, which was considered a response to Mooreban.

Her tongue, including her vocal cords, was on the verge of necrosis, and her eyesight was almost blind.

If she had known that she would end up like this, she would have died at that time.

Stroking his beard, Morban continued:

"I have heard about you from my apprentice Carl. I never thought that there would be another holder of the Death Dragon Mark in this world. To be honest, do you want to live?"

Hearing Carl's name, Mitris's reaction was a little bigger.

She tried to look at Morban with her remaining vision until she seemed to have engraved him in her mind, and then she nodded with all her strength.

Morban smiled, but it was not the kind smile he used to have, but the kind of smile that belonged to researchers who found a good project.

"I will restore your ability to move, but how far you can go after that depends on your luck."

...

One day later, the cruise ship docked at the port of Andel, and the survivors were arranged in a hotel on Fairhaven. A leader of the Storm Dragon Mark Family came back from the battlefield to compensate the survivors.

As expected of the Dragon Mark Family, which started out as a pirate business, although their attitude was not good, they gave too much.

After paying a figure that everyone could not refuse, the head of the family left.

However, judging from his expression at that time, this brother will skin and dismember the guy who arbitrarily transferred the communication dwarf and the early warning mage after he returns.

This time, the Storm Dragon Mark family lost both its reputation and face.

For this reason, they can only invest more resources in the battle with the Blood of Vol and the Emerald Claw to consolidate their family's position.

Military force, financial resources, the vision of the heir and the helmsman are important references for measuring the power of a family.

Since this time they have stepped into a pit in other fields, they can only show their skills in the simplest and crudest places.

It is foreseeable that there may be many more pirate captains who speak fluent Andel dialect in the Thunder Sea in the south.

This incident made Carl's family and Nia's family have a psychological shadow on the seaside. After a simple gathering, both sides returned to their respective homes.

Throughout the summer vacation, Carl was madly exercising his body, and he also went to the Qiyun Forest to hunt violent beasts that harmed the countryside and forests with the beastmen to accumulate his spirituality.

Under such a schedule, the Nine-fold Path competition ended with the cheers of many contestants.

Soon, Akanix started school again.

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"Hey! Have you heard? The school is going to let us go to Akanix City to take over the school's strange machine workshop. The profits are completely at our disposal, but we have to pay the rent of the workshop every month."

In the third-grade classroom of the Tower of Strange Machines, the nine remaining strange machine masters were gathered together to discuss the school's future arrangements for them.

After all, some people were left behind in the final exams of the last semester, and several people at a time.

They will be left in the second grade to continue studying, but this has nothing to do with Carl for the time being.

"I would rather apply for the qualification to go to the dungeon. I heard from those seniors that hunting monsters to accumulate spirituality is much faster than making magic props."

"Hey! Have you passed the intelligence test with 14 points? You are just at level 3 and you are thinking about these things. You are also blind!"

"You are really a dog's mouth that can't spit out ivory. Maybe I am gifted and I will be promoted directly?"

Just as everyone was discussing, the head of the third grade walked in from the door.

The people who were originally gathered together to chat suddenly dispersed and found a seat to sit down.

"Those whose names are read come to the front to receive textbooks and commissions for the strange machine workshop. This semester, you will start to experience the work of ordinary strange machine masters. If there is anything you don't know in the course, the teacher will explain it specifically when you come back every weekend, Carl!"

Hearing his name, Carl stood up and walked to the front to receive his textbooks and commissions.

Several classmates who were close to him immediately gathered around to take a look. They found that the workshop assigned to Carl was not very famous, and they couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

Several people were directly assigned to the largest workshop in the city of Akanix, and they jumped three feet high with joy.

But the head of the grade looked at them with pity.

After completing the assignment, the head of the grade left.

The idle people chatted for a few more words, and then planned to go to their own strange machine workshop to have a look.

Carl originally planned to do so, but before he left the teaching area, he was called back by Moore Class.

"Which workshop are you assigned to?"

As soon as they met, Moore Class directly asked about the unit assigned to Carl.

"It's a voodoo workshop. The business scope at the beginning was mainly alchemical potions."

Moore Class raised his eyebrows when he heard this.

This place is not bad, neither outstanding nor at the bottom.

After explaining to Carl a few things to pay attention to when running a workshop, Moore Class's seemingly unintentional speech led to the war forged.

"What do you think about the modification of war figurines and prosthetics?"

"No opinion, I haven't had much contact with these two, what's wrong?"

"Well~, I've been developing combat prosthetics recently. You know that prosthetic technology is derived from the arcane power armor of the armored division, but it can't bring strength to the user, so..."

"Master, you don't want me to change the business scope of the Voodoo Workshop, do you?"

Seeing that his apprentice had revealed his thoughts, Mooreban smiled awkwardly.

"You also know that your master was one of the strange machine masters who participated in the manufacture of war figurines. Although various countries abolished the research institutions of the year and prohibited the continued research of war figurines, but..."

"So you want to find another way to let ordinary people or certain professionals use prosthetics to improve their combat effectiveness? Well~, okay, I'll study it then."

Carl agreed without any suspicion, left the Tower of Strange Machinery, and went to take up his post.

In Mooreban's exclusive laboratory, only a skeleton, internal organs, and brain were left, Mitris floating in the nutrient solution, barely alive.

On the experimental table nearby, various mechanical prosthetic parts covered the surface.