851: 290.
Approval from Winter Fox 851: 290.
Approval from Winter Fox The Blood Eagle Corridor was much livelier today than usual, probably due to the spawning of a new NPC.
Not to ntion that Countess Ellen brought precious knowledge of steam engineering to players, just the firearms with special affixes and so unique engineering items she sold in her personal store were enough to catch the eyes of little gars.
After all, in a ga that strives for realism, even the proudest spellcaster players wouldn’t refuse to carry a gun in their bag that could save their lives at a critical mont.
Not to ntion those lee fighters who always have to perform “dances on the blade’s edge,” carrying a gun for hip-firing has beco their consensus.
“Reed Swordsmanship” doesn’t sound too great, but it’s genuinely useful.
“Damn!
Loyalty Bro, that chanical left hand of yours is fricking cool!”
As Dog Paddle from the North of the Forest ca to purchase firearms for the team, he browsed and picked, only to look up and see Loyalty Brother helping out Countess Ellen as a “chanic Apprentice,” handling the parts.
“Haha, cool, right?
I spent a fortune on this!”
Loyalty Brother was beaming with pride.
He proudly showed off his “chanical left hand,” which, operating under the Art System’s Spiritual Energy motion sensing, was very flexible despite being made entirely of tal and powered internally by three miniature steam furnaces as its energy source.
Although it still felt slightly sluggish compared to a body of flesh, Loyalty Brother’s fingers moved with ‘click-clack’ sounds in the joints that still had a certain imposing force.
Especially when he increased the steam furnaces’ power for wide movents, white columns of vapor would blast from the exhaust ports on his shoulder.
It was oh so cool!
Which man could resist this kind of thing?
Which man wouldn’t be fascinated upon seeing it?
Dog Paddle imdiately leaned in and circled around Loyalty Brother a couple of tis, even reaching out to touch it.
The latter, like showing off a newly acquired toy, lifted his arm to deploy an assassination blade, extended the gun barrel hidden in the palm of his hand, and unfolded the chanical Buckler that ca with the limb, performing several tactical maneuvers.
Watching this made Brother Dog Paddle exclaim in awe, and nearby young players also ca over, marveling at the spectacle.
But soon, so sharp-eyed guy noticed sothing strange about Loyalty Brother’s right hand.
There was also a chanical hand there, but far less sophisticated than the left arm’s.
The rough three-claw structure resembled a Pirate Captain’s hook, reeking of crude construction no matter how you looked at it.
To this, Loyalty Brother refused any comnt, dismissing it rely as “practicing steam engineering.”
Of course, he wouldn’t tell anyone else that he had previously made a blunder by severing his own arm to fit a chanical one, and if it weren’t for the spare chanical hands available with Ellen, Loyalty Brother would have had to continue his gaming life as a “disabled person” or simply and neatly bring it to an end on his own forehead, waiting for a new life after three days.
But Loyalty Brother wasn’t just talking nonsense.
He was learning the technique of making chanical hands from Countess Shuren, using his own right hand, lost due to an “accident,” as the first experint.
The only pity was that these contraptions were quite a hassle to make, just manually crafting a miniature steam furnace was enough to keep Loyalty Brother busy.
“New arrivals, make way, make way!”
Seeing that all the firearms on the counter had been sold out, Loyalty Brother promptly placed a new batch of finely-crafted weapons on the shelves as instructed by Countess Shuren.
Yet, when Traveler Little Wang who just ca over to arm himself with a firearm saw the price, he jumped three feet off the ground and cursed:
“Dammit!
A gun for 20 Gold Coins?
Why don’t you guys just rob ?
I can buy it for 2 Gold Coins at the camp, okay?”
“Then go buy it at the camp!
Why co to ?”
Loyalty Brother, moving his cool chanical hand, said with hands on his hips:
“Can you compare ordinary gear with these fun toys with affixes?
Let tell you, you should consider yourself lucky.
Nowhere else in Transylvania can you find soone else besides my master and I capable of crafting these precise firearms.
Charging you 20 Gold Coins is already a bargain, alright?
If you really think it’s too expensive, you could always go to Mother Mary Ann for a custom order, hers are cheaper.”
“They’re cheaper, but there’s a wait.
Traveler Little Wang helplessly scratched his head and said:
“So of us are about to start work at the collective farm soon, and although we have guards for protection, it feels unsafe without good weapons in hand, especially here in Transylvania where Jackal and Wolf People run rampant, and occasionally a Ghoul might appear…
Forget it, 20 it is, then.
Give four!
Make the ammunition cheaper for , give a 30% discount.”
“You got it!”
Loyalty Brother shouted heartily, marveling inwardly how easy it was to make money in manufacturing.
Count Shuren priced each gun at 15 Gold Coins.
He bought them from her at cost, and by simply reselling them, he made a tidy profit of 5 Gold Coins per weapon.
Indeed, monopolizing business was exhilarating.
Having sent away the grumbling Traveler Little Zhou, who complained of profiteering, Loyalty Brother then picked up an unfinished diagram, clumsily using his chanical hand to sketch with a charcoal pencil.
He himself had a hidden mission “Heavenly Fire from Another World.” This guy was bent on creating sothing special for Sir Morphy.
Although he had already completed the modern-style rifles and bullets, how could he showcase his brilliance if he stopped there?
He planned to co up with sothing “more remorseless” before the deadline of the mission.
Now with Countess Shuren, the chanic engineer’s help, many of Loyalty Brother’s previously unworkable ideas had a solid foundation for realization.
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