Constructing-Style Wizard

: 132. Weird Crack_3

Translator: 549690339

Just a simple glance at the layout of the machinery workshop made Noland Lee feel at home.

“Taptap, taptap…”

Footsteps suddenly echoed in the workshop.

Noland Lee quickly hid the mind control spider.

Using the magic vision provided by the mind control spider, he cast a mental beacon towards the door gap, and switched his perspective using the “Mind View”.

After maneuvering, from the bottom of the Fissure cliff, he could see the whole picture of the workshop and successfully locked onto the walking figures inside.

“Seems like three Blackbone Hermits along with a few alchemy minions are inspecting the base of the cultivation tanks.”

Noland Lee closed his “eyes”, focusing his full attention on observing the machinery workshop, staring at the figures in the black robes.

With a string of deconstruction thrown, Noland Lee confirmed the identity of this group from the system feedback message.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

They were indeed the Blackbone Hermits, the illegal alchemists of Black City.

Among the three Blackbone Hermits, one was of the second order, the other two were of the first order.

They divided their tasks, each carrying two alchemy minions, checking the bases of the cultivation tanks in the machinery workshop.

Some wielded wrenches to tighten the screws on the base, some used brushes to clean the liquid excreting ports on the base, while others wiped the accumulated water on the ground with cloths.

They were completely engrossed in their work, pay no attention to the fact that someone was observing them with mental magic.

Just as Noland Lee was contemplating whether to eliminate these people, hurried footsteps came from the corner of the workshop.

“Damn! Couldn’t retrieve the life elixir! Those Imperial Soldiers are useless! They can even be caught by the Golden Merchant’s Sword while flying in the air!”

The incoming person’s footsteps were rushed, and their voice was loud enough to overshadow the mechanical noise in the workshop.

A Blackbone Hermit, who was turning the valve of the liquid pipeline, walked up to the loudmouthed person and asked:

“What’s the situation? Sir Talbot?”

The Blackbone Hermit named Talbot just stepped into the workshop and complained loudly:

“What else could it be?! Damn Golden Merchant’s Sword, they robbed our Life Elixir! I’ve seen it with Sir Samuelson’s Mind View Orb. Those Golden Merchant’s Sword created a thunderstorm cloud and bombed the Military Intelligence Department Five to ashes! They took the intact life elixir and left us with a ground full of glass slag and black coal!”

The Blackbone Hermits and Alchemy Slaves in the workshop gathered around after hearing the loud-voiced Talbot.

Big voiced Talbot became more excited as he continued:

“Damn! I’m so pissed off! How did the damn Golden Merchant’s Sword know about our transportation route! Those fools at Military Intelligence Department Five! Couldn’t they fly any higher?!”

One of the Blackbone Hermits couldn’t stand the chattering of the other and interrupted:

“Sir Talbot! Did you find where the life elixir is?”

“It should be inside the temporary camp of the Golden Merchant’s Sword!” Talbot yelled:

“I used the Mind View Orb to track the wheel marks at the scene. The night wind blew sand over the wheel marks, but I can confirm that the wheel marks extend to the Golden Merchant’s Sword’s temporary camp! Our Life Elixir must have been hidden in the camp by those sons of bitches Golden Merchant’s Swords!”

“What should we do?” The Blackbone Hermits looked at each other, someone asked:

“Have you asked Sir Samuelson? Should we mobilize a team of Aberration to retrieve the life elixir?”

Talbot swung his arm and said:

“No! No! When I went to find Sir Samuelson, he was still locked in the Central Chamber! He didn’t even open the door! Without his help, how could we possibly mobilize the Aberration?! The best we can do is use his generosity with the Mind View Orb to watch the outside situation.”

“Oh, that’s a problem…”

“Yeah, without the life elixir, the aberrations we breed will significantly decrease…”

The Blackbone Hermits were in a flurry of discussions, the atmosphere was gloomy.

Talbot swung his arm and ordered:

“Don’t just stand there! Lower the operation efficiency of the workshop to 30%! Move! We only have half a life elixir left in the nutrition repository! We must not exceed 30% operation efficiency before the new life elixir arrives! Did you hear me? Do you want to see the pipelines here exploding?!”

While talking, Talbot reached out to the metal valve on the base of the cultivation tank, manually reducing the liquid flow speed in the pipeline to 30% of its original speed.

When he passed by the steam pipeline valve on the wall, he twisted the turntable, reducing the amount of steam in the pipeline.

The Blackbone Hermits and Alchemy Slaves in the workshop scattered, adjusting the liquid pipeline valves on the base of each cultivation tank, and didn’t forgot about the steam valves on the wall.

Their operation drastically decreased the operation efficiency of the entire workshop.

The cultivation tanks, which were originally filled in just 10 minutes, took at least 30 minutes now.

The mechanical arms and tracks on the ceiling also slowed down, no longer bustling like before.

Watching their figures, Noland Lee was deep in thought, with his thoughts spinning rapidly.

The development of the situation was almost as he expected.

Samuelson was in the Central Chamber, which was near the Nest Core.

He was busy there, having no time to bother about things other than magic enlightenment.

His subordinates, the Blackbone Hermits, could only use mental magic tools to observe the surface, and were even incapable of organizing aberration teams.