Wizard: Surviving in the Steam Age with Points for Demon Hunter

Chapter 61 Modified Mechanical Wizard

Castel was a seaside city-state, with the Sea of ​​Córdo to the west, and countless ships came and went every day.

Among them were large merchant fleets, fishermen fishing at sea, and naval fleets flying the flag of the city-state of Castel.

As a result, the Basil neighborhood, which is close to the port, is much more bustling than other neighborhoods.

Marco is very familiar with this place. "...There are many items from other countries here, and I sometimes come here to buy some things."

"oh."

Wayne looked around curiously. There were not only more people here, but it was also much more vibrant than other neighborhoods.

More sturdy brick and stone houses were built on both sides of the street, most of which were shops with signs hanging at the door.

There were taverns with a constant stream of customers, seafood shops selling all kinds of marine products, and even more so, several scantily clad girls standing at the entrance.

"I advise you not to keep staring at those girls."

Marco leaned closer to him and whispered, "They'll think you've taken a liking to them... Of course, you can go and enjoy yourself if you want."

Wayne quickly looked away, "Never mind."

Although the girls were very enthusiastic, he didn't intend to give his first time in this world here yet.

Ok?

Wayne noticed that each shop had a gas lamp outside its building, which alone set it apart from the other blocks.

Yes, very rich.

"Brother Marco, what are those gas lamps...do they stay open at night?"

"Of course, there are not only enthusiastic girls here, but also even more enthusiastic sailors."

Marco shrugged and gestured with his chin toward the group of people walking towards him. "Look, with them here, there's no shortage of business."

sailor?

Wayne looked in the direction he pointed and easily recognized the sailor's appearance.

They wore tattered blue shirts and salted egg-yellow painted trousers, with weapons, muskets or knives, at their waists, and had thick beards. They liked to shout at the top of their lungs.

"Hey, watch out, don't step on my cute little boat shoes."

"Jero, look what I found! A tavern with empty seats."

"I feel like I could drink a whole tub of butterbeer..."

"Come on, newbies should learn to drink first, haha..."

Wayne glanced around and noticed that there were about the same number of streetlights as on Golden Avenue. "Aren't they worried about the red moon's rays?"

Marco casually remarked, "Those guys who spend most of their time at sea are more familiar with the Crimson Moon. But they can also make a mess of things."

"But there's one thing I really like..."

"What?"

"They don't hate us like they do in other neighborhoods."

Wei En nodded thoughtfully.

He looked at the crude fellows Marco had mentioned and noticed that most of them had fierce eyes and their muscles were always taut, as if they were showing off their strength.

Perhaps, in the eyes of these people, hatred is a cheap thing.

"Um,"

Marco led him deeper into the neighborhood, turning into an alleyway, where a series of clanging sounds followed.

"Although I really dislike coming to the Basil neighborhood, I have to admit that the guys here are all pretty capable. A lot of people from other countries like to hide near the harbor and do some weird and wonderful things."

Compared to the bustling outside, this place is rather quiet.

Not only were there no enthusiastic people soliciting customers at the entrance, but most of the passersby also looked wary, with their hands almost always on their weapons, as if they were ready to fight at any moment.

Marco noticed these guys too, and scoffed, "They're all people who haven't been here much."

"Oh?"

"As one of the four major city-states of Charitland, Castor is not only more prosperous, but also much more orderly than other regions. Therefore, there are always people who cherish their things."

Marco stopped in front of a shop. "We're here. This should have what you need. But Gilman's personality is eccentric, so be careful."

"Um."

With that, Marco pushed open the door and walked in. "Good afternoon, Mr. Gilman."

Wayne followed closely behind, glancing at the storefront, thinking to himself that Marco's use of the word "strange and bizarre" to describe it was well worth it.

The entire shop was painted in dark paint, and dim lighting shone through the skull lamp bases of unknown creatures overhead, casting eerie shadows throughout.

The surrounding walls are covered with bronze sculptures, mostly depicting marine creatures resembling mermaids or fishmen, which appear distorted under the light.

Directly opposite the entrance is a display case with various items on it.

Some old scrolls, several wooden items resembling telescopes and ship's wheels, and some pocket watches inlaid with mysterious runes.

This reminded Wayne of those relics from the deep sea, or perhaps even pirate treasures.

Behind the counter, a shop owner wearing a mechanical mask stood there.

and many more,

That doesn't look like a mask!

To Wei En's surprise, the shop owner turned out to be a mechanical wizard specializing in modification.

The object, which appeared to be a mask, had two eyes that could extend and retract, and the lenses, made of black gemstones, shimmered with a faint red light.

The nose is also mechanically made, a small, square box that occasionally emits white smoke.

Only the lower half of his face retained human features: full red lips and very white teeth.

That's too mechanical...

The shop owner sized them up and said, "Marco, you haven't been here in a long time. Let me guess what you're here for this time... to buy Deep Sea God Oil?"

Her voice was surprisingly good.

At least that's what Wayne thinks.

"puff!"

Marco nearly choked on his own saliva. He quickly pointed at Wayne and said, "Don't talk nonsense. He's the one who wants to buy things this time."

Deep Sea Miracle Oil?

For some inexplicable reason, Wei En recalled the masterpiece of a certain Indian man and stepped forward, saying, "Good afternoon, Boss Gilman. I need some tools and materials to make mechanical golems."

"A mechanical puppet?"

Gilman's "eyes" narrowed rapidly. "A wizarding apprentice of the mechanical school?"

"no……"

"That's from the Ghost School?"

Wei En hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes."

"Leave here. My shop does not welcome any Ghost School wizards."

Wizard Gilman gave them a rude dismissal, coldly scoffing, "A bunch of bone-eating worms who only know how to reap without sowing, I will always despise you."

"Forehead……"

Wayne was dumbfounded.

"Why?"

Marco was also taken aback for a moment, then quickly said, "Gilman, although he is an apprentice of the Ghost School, he is also an investigator for our Logistics Department. According to your agreement with Minister Yegor..."

bang, bang, bang...

A series of boxes opened and closed, and the entire shop seemed to have been transformed.

Four mechanical cannons emerged from the walls on either side, a musket popped out from under the skull lamp base overhead, and behind Gilman, all sorts of mechanical weapons made their appearance one by one…

Wayne stood there, stunned. He had only mentioned "ghosts" once; was such a big fuss really necessary?

He now realized that the apprenticeship manual contained omissions...

So this is how the other schools of thought whose knowledge was stolen by the ghosts viewed ghost wizards...

P.S.: Sorry, I was a bit slow with my typing, so the update is late.

I'm so sorry, dear readers, I apologize...

(End of this chapter)