Lord Of Puppets Chapter 222 – Somebody interested

[Current location: Gorijy Empire - Official Golem Factory – Boruwnia Factory – The main golem factory of the Gorijy Empire]

"KEEP IT UP!"

"WHAT THE HELL IS HOLD UP!? WE WERE SUPPOST TO BE DONE WITH THIS FEW HOURS AGO?!"

"SO IDIOT FREAKING MIXED UP FREAKING PARTS UP AND CAUSED THE THING TO OVERHEAT, WE NEEDED TO SECURE NEW PARTS AND JOINTS?!"

"WAIT, AGAIN?! IS THAT FUCKING MAXWELL DOING!?"

A busy workshop.

This is the perfect word to describe the whole scene.

Countless workers were busy nonstop with their work, as they not just assembling golem parts, but also making them on the spot.

The blacksmiths.

The alchemists.

The mages.

All of them were working together, creating golem parts.

At first the golems looked like sort of massive barrels, which were then added with 4 sets of legs, before then having two set of massive arms added to their sides.

"..."

"Is this really it?" – asked the noble looking man who was on the hanging platform as he saw the golems being assembled.

"A freaking barrels on four legs? Is that freaking it?" – said the man who did not hid his dissepint and anger.

"This is what our money is going to?!"

"What-"

"Here." – said the middle-aged man as he handed the annoyed noble a clipboard.

"...What is this?" – asked the man as he took the clipboard.

"A combat data we had obtained from the real combat." – said the middle-aged man.

"..." – the nobleman with bit of hesitation started reading the combat data of the golem.... And as he flipped from the page to page, his eyes widen.

"Yes. It does look weird and silly." – said the middle-aged man as the noble was about to speak up.

"But the data speaks for itself."

"Those thing down there are beyond deadly."

"And nobody really have any right to argue about their performance."

"..."

"Well... The combat ability is the main point.... But..." – said bit nervous nobleman.

"But can’t we sohow change the design?"

"I an, this really just looks like a massive barrel with legs and arms attached... It’s.... Silly?"

*Sigh*

"I get what you are talking about here... But the problem is that the big boss said that design is already perfect." – said the middle-aged worker.

"She said that changing shape or form, would result in useless work which would just put a burden or straight up hinders the golem work."

"We already tried talking about her with design... But in the end, none of us could provide good enough alternative or anything else... At best, we can add so simple decorations, to make it look less.... Well, like barrel."

"...Hm... Please do... They kind of need to be... Bit more intimidating, if they were to send to the battle." – said the nobleman.

"By the way... I was hoping to speak Druima, where is she?"

"Oh, yeah... I think it will be impossible right now." – said the middle-aged worker.

"She currently has her ’Don’t bother’ sign on.... aning she kind of locked herself up completely for research... And whenever she does that... It is quiet hard to get contact with her."

"So I suggest either telling or trying tomorrow when she is out."

"O-oh.... Is that thing-"

"Often? Em.... I say more like random." – said the middle-aged man before noble could finish speaking.

"And she also stays there locked up for random amount of ti as well... So yeah..."

"Nobody has a clue when she is going to do it or how long she will lock herself up."

[anwhile: Druima Dormaz Private Workshop / Laboratory]

"What the hell is it? Is it about the increase in production again?" – asked the annoyed sounding woman.

"Well... No. It is not about this. Although, while we are at it, is it possible?" – asked the distorted voice, which ca out of the sphere device that had attached chanical components.

"Fuck you." – said the woman as she got instantly pissed off.

"We are currently making these new golem models and for them we not only need materials, money and workers, but also freaking ti."

"If you want my factory to produce more of these, then I not only need a budged increase, but also possible remodel and expand the factory."

"And based on our last eting, I don’t think it will be fucking possible."

"And no. I’m not being stinky here, you greedy motherfucker."

"We are already pushing it too much if I say so myself."

"So... If your goal was to piss off, then you did it."

"I’m ending it." – said the woman as she tried to reach for the orb, aiming to end the call.

"Okay! Okay! Business!" – said the distorted voice in panic.

"Jeez... You can’t take a joke, can you?"

"I can bloody take a joke and I’m normally the one making the freaking jokes on the spot here, you motherfucker." – said extrely pissed off woman.

"But do you really think that the bullshit you had been trying to put under really didn’t had any consequences?!"

"..."

(Yeah... She is normally either completely silent, or one cracking the jokes when she got excited.) – thought the owner of the distorted voice.

(I don’t know when was the last ti she got so pissed off, to the point her usually character is completely gone.... I an, I did kind of requested her to double amount of produced golems, thinking that she would be able to do it... But instead, she kind of snapped completely at and has been mad at for so quiet amount of ti...)

"..."

"Ekhem!"

"I know you are still mad at , but I may have a job that you may enjoy?" – said the distorted voice.

"Oh yeah? And what is it?" – asked still pissed off woman.

"A dungeon subjection. Specific dungeon taming." – said the distorted voice.

"..."

"Are you fucking-"

"A golem dungeon." – said the distorted voice as the woman was about to snap.

"..."

"..."

"What did you just said?" – asked the woman as sowhat cald down.

"The dungeon in question I want you to deal with is a golem dungeon." – said the distorted voice.

"I want to. To go. And conquer. Ta. And take complete control. Over that place."

"A golem dungeon."

"We sent the Crow Watchers, but that dungeon forces were strong enough to wipe out entire army."

"Not only that, there was a lot of golems that we never seen before, including so that had apparently special abilities."

"This is the basic overview."

"Are you interested?"

"..."

"...."

"You.... You shitty bastard... Hehehehe..." – the woman stared breaking out an uncontrollable small laughter.

"OH, YOU LITTLE SHITTY BASTARD!"

"You got my fucking attention now!"

"So.... Might telling bit more about the dungeon in question?"

[anwhile: Golem dungeon]

(FUCK!) – The golem Thauma was currently going on the rampage by smacking and ripping apart the dummy golems.... While the still fresh blood was dripping out of its arms.

"..."

(This isn’t good.) – thought Thauma as it stopped.

(This isn’t good at all.)

(I’ve tried extracting information out of them... But I always found the dead end!)

(No matter what I did, they spoke the sa thing? And it is not like I was extracting information from one person either!)

(Information provided by each person lined up with each other... Fuck....)

(FUCK!)

(...So is that it?)

(According to the information... They worked with adventurer guild and received the information about from them.... All of them are saying the sa thing.)

(They didn’t tricked them or anything.)

(They just ASKED for it and they were just given it.)

(I’ve asked them about these masked adventurers as well... The ones that killed the guild master.)

(They are apparently called Silver Talons... But apparently none of them knew anything.)

(However, what they knew is that they worked "Directly for the empire" and not the adventurer guild.)

"..."

("Y".)

(Who is that?! They claid to be the empire... So... Does that really an I’m in the middle of a massive nation that is completely hostile to ?!)

(I’ve checked the map using the prisoners.... The original adventures I’ve had captured before the war before and these new prisoners... And thinks are not looking great.) – thought Thauma as it stared at the small dot, which was surrounded by the massive amounts of land.

(THIS IS MY ENEMY?! THE EMPIRE?! IS THIS A TRUTH OR JUST A LIE THEY MADE UP!?)

(I an, I don’t want to fight!)

(I just want to live in peace!)

(But... Based on the current circumstances... It seems impossible.)

(I just.... I just don’t see it anymore.)

(I’ve extruded countless amount of information from these people.)

(I used knowledge I’ve already obtained before and what not.... But... Shit.)

(I thought that the enemy may had been lying, that the "Y" and these masked people may had been liars this entire ti that were trying to manipulate .)

(But.... Is this it?)

(There is no way these people are lying to ... I tortured them so much to the point so of them are at the point of breaking.... THEY WOULDN’T DARE TO LIE TO !) – thought Thauma as it grabbed the nearby training dummy and just smashed the object’s head with its hand.

(So.... If they are truly working for the empire.... Then...)

(Is the peace physically impossible for to ever archive?)

(Both the adventurer guild and empire... Do they just want to "deal" with ?)

(If that is truly the case... And I an it... Then...)

(The only choice is to fight?)

Thauma tried extracting information out of the prisoners.

Thauma didn’t wanted to go to the war no matter what and wanted to avoid doing it.

It just wanted peace.

But... No matter what information it had used.

No matter which thod it used.

No matter what actions it has taken... It all will end up in failure.

The golem ca to a single grim conclusion.

The enemy will never wish to have any form of "peace", with a monster like him.

And the only thing they truly want to either destroy or enslave the golem for the all eternity.

...

Thauma couldn’t accept the fact and tried putting information again and again, trying to form SOTHING that would help the golem in order to archive the peace.

...But the only possible peace it could ever hope to archive would be in chains.

And the only path it had left was only this.

War.

This wasn’t the matter of choice anymore.

And Thauma knew it..... And hated it with the bottom of their heart.

(Why....Just... Why?)

(All I ever wanted was peace....)