Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 373 Techniques for Persuading Others

"First of all, this is not my personal whim or reckless act. I discussed the matter with the Grand Duke today, and I believe you will be informed soon."

"Secondly, I greatly respect your professional competence, but in some matters, I am more qualified to speak on them."

The monk's words began to take on a slightly cruel tone:

"If you insist on not cooperating, then the only option left is to replace you in your post, which would be unfortunate for both of us."

Before Lars, whose face was already red with embarrassment, could speak, Zhang Yuan changed to a persuasive tone:
"It is a big no-no for laymen to interfere with experts."

The former was taken aback. "You knew that, yet you still did it?"
“I certainly don’t love this ship as much as you do,” the monk said, stamping his foot.

"But what I need is a good ship that can sail the seas and transport my supplies. Besides, my trade with the Grand Duke isn't a one-off deal. What good would it do me to destroy it?"

“Then, Master, please entrust her to me, and I will certainly not disappoint you.”

Zhang Yuan shook his head and looked at the other person:

“You don’t understand. Ordinary ships have their limits, unless she becomes extraordinary.”

"Fine, I'll have him come and talk to you."

As he spoke, the sorcerer began to cast spells and incantations on his own. Lars was stunned on the spot, and the sailors on the deck were also at a loss.

Just as the riot began to take shape, and Nancy stood guard in front of Zhang Yuan with her sword drawn, the summoned light dissipated, and a tall, round, fully enclosed underwater robot appeared before the sailors.

"Waiting is making my parts rust, Chanem. Is it time for me to show my skills?"

The Keen craftsman master Tinker makes his appearance.

"This ship beneath your feet is the platform for you to showcase your talents,"

The mage drew a circle on the deck with his toe, looked at the repairman, and smiled:
"But you'll have to convince our captain first."

"Easy to say."

The old repairman swaggered up to Lars, took off his diving helmet, and looked at him:
"Kid, do you believe in the power of technology?"

"Science, technology? What's that?"

The captain's face showed the kind of confusion typical of illiterate people.

"Technology, well, it's just..."

Tinker put his helmet back on, his tone becoming somewhat playful:

"It's power!"

Before he could finish speaking, the repairman grabbed the other man's arms with both hands like a crab. Lars, a professional, was caught off guard and had no way to resist. He was lifted into the air with nowhere to put his weight on, and could only kick his legs in vain.

The mechanic's next move horrified the surrounding crew, nearly causing a mutiny.

"Go away!"

With a smirk, Tinker lifted the unfortunate captain and leaped into the sea from the side of the ship.

Even Master Zhang himself was shocked. Good heavens, you're trying to persuade me with physical means?

The sailors, whose expressions were growing increasingly hostile, were about to surround them, but they hesitated to detonate the explosives because of the sailor's identity as a mage and the Grand Duke's orders.

Zhang Yuan didn't even glance at the crew members who were wrapped up around him. He casually made a spellcasting gesture without even using a spell.

Hiss~ hiss~
The sounds of reptiles moving and rubbing against each other reached everyone's ears, growing louder and louder, causing the tense sailors to turn around and look.

This glance revealed several thick, long, serpentine objects winding their way towards them, resembling pythons. "What the hell are these things?"

"It must be an evil summoning creature of the mage!"

"A sea snake! It's a sea snake!"

"Idiot, are you blind? Isn't this the cable from our ship?"

In the end, there were some calm and discerning people who recognized its true nature: it was something they were all too familiar with as sailors—a rope.

The normally useful tool now moved like a snake, coiling and twisting around the two passengers boarding the ship. The rope ends were raised like venomous snakes guarding the area, in a state of alert.

It's obvious from this scene that it was the work of a sorcerer; those with knowledge have already recognized the origin of this spell.

First-level spell: Activate Rope.

This spell, which even a novice mage apprentice could cast, was nothing special; a piece of living rope couldn't do much. But what was in front of him?

Driven by three ropes as thick as a wrist, even though they didn't understand what kind of magical skill was required, the sailors dared not treat the man before them as one of those magic apprentices.

Just as they were at a loss for what to do, the mage, who was surrounded, pointed to the sea below the side of the ship:
"Your captain seems to be having a lot of fun."

Ok?
Surprised and puzzled, the sailors looked out to sea. Not far to the right of the ship, mist rose from the sea and waves splashed. Upon closer inspection, they realized that Mr. Lars was playing on the whitewater rafting ride.

That was truly exhilarating; tears of joy streamed down his face. The strangely shaped, enclosed, armored monster that had dragged him into the water carried him across the sea at an incomprehensible speed. The old captain had been sailing for so many years, and he had never seen such a fast vehicle.

Lifted high, Lars could only raise his head and accept the baptism of the wind and waves. Whenever he tried to call for help, he would be immediately filled with the feng shui package of sea salt, and even his shouts would be intermittent and hard to hear.

Ah this?

The sailors looked at each other, their captain seemed a little disheveled, but there was no danger to his life.

"Have you made enough of a scene? May we let our Captain Lars come aboard?"

The tinker, having received the mage's order, slowly brought the ship to a halt. But before Lars, still reeling from the shock, could catch his breath, he saw two thick pipes protruding from behind the strange armor.

What is this ghost?

"Jet flight, initiate!"

Without any warning or preparation, accompanied by flames shooting from below the tube, the strange armor grabbed him and lifted him into the air, flying directly above the deck of the Auerbach before suddenly landing.

Gurgle~
Lars, already dizzy, was then hit with a hard landing, rolling on the ground like a gourd. Luckily, the sailors nearby rushed over and helped him up.

Looking at Lars, who was slumped on the deck, Zhang Yuan also looked at Old Tinker with a headache, while the latter looked completely innocent.

"You can't blame me for this. Their deck is all made of wood. If I had kept the flamethrower on, it would have burned down."

"I didn't ask you that."

The mage knew what this thing was; its prototype was a wind-up flamethrower backpack, and he had been watching the two master craftsmen modify it.

"Why didn't you just jump down and demonstrate the turbine yourself? Why did you have to drag someone else into the water?"

Zhang Yuan put his hand to his forehead and glanced at the unlucky captain who was barely able to stand up.

"Isn't this great? The effect is obvious and leaves a deep impression!"

Old Tinker chuckled strangely, his pipe, which he never smoked, trembling incessantly in his mouth.

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