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

Chapter 62 Welcome to the City That Never Sleeps

[You are targeted by Gilman Elliott's murderous intent. Assessment: Unless you're blind, you should be able to see it. Reward: Survival Points +2]

"..."

With such a thick cannon barrel pointed at his head, how could he not see?

Wayne smiled wryly, "Boss Gilman, I just want to buy some materials to make mechanical puppets..."

"I told you, you're not welcome here," Gilman interrupted. "Please leave."

Marco looked at her and slowly said, "Gilman, I think you've forgotten who saved you and who helped you find shelter in Castor..."

Snapped.

A gunshot rang out, and a streak of fire shot from the musket under the skull chandelier, striking the ground in front of the two men.

Gilman crossed his arms. "It's a matter between wizards, nothing else."

"wizard?"

Marco scoffed, "You're just a high-level apprentice who failed to advance. You don't really think you can keep me here with that stuff, do you?"

A high-ranking wizard apprentice?

Wei En glanced at the mechanical weapons around him; the firepower in this shop was almost equivalent to that of a reinforced platoon.

Gilman remained unmoved and coldly replied, "You can try!"

Marco's eyes darkened. "Really..."

Wayne tugged at him and shook his head, saying, "Forget it, Brother Marco, since Boss Gilman doesn't agree, let's look elsewhere."

"Are you sure?"

"Um."

When Marco saw him nod, he turned and walked away without saying a word, his red ponytail swinging rhythmically behind his head.

Wayne glanced at Gilman again, then followed him out of the shop.

However, what he didn't know was—

Shortly after they left, all the mechanical weapons inside the shop began to fall off one by one.

It was as if it had been sliced ​​by a sharp blade, cleanly broken in two, with the gears, parts and various transistors inside scattered all over the ground.

Gilman watched all this, biting his handsome lips. "Still such a fiery temper... What a loss."

On the other side,

Marco walked a long way in silence before finally saying, "Sorry, I couldn't find what you wanted."

"This is my fault," Wayne laughed. "If I hadn't admitted to being a wizarding apprentice from the Ghost School, I probably would have been able to buy it smoothly."

He really suffered a loss because of his honesty this time, but how could he have imagined that wizards from other schools of thought harbored such deep resentment towards the Ghost School?

Never mind, he'll know how to communicate with wizards from other schools of thought next time he encounters one.

If you just say you're a wizard from the esoteric school, then people won't look down on you anymore, right?

"By the way, Brother Marco, from your conversation with Gilman just now, did our logistics department help her when she first arrived in Caster?"

Marco nodded. "That happened two years ago. She was captured..."

It turns out that Gilman was kidnapped and sold to Custer at that time.

In the Basil neighborhood, people worked as servants, doing all sorts of manual labor, such as making conveyor belts or using mechanical vehicles to help load and unload goods for passing merchant ships.

The person who bought her was corrupted by the Red Moon and turned into a mutant, almost eating her.

It was Yegor and Marco who rescued her.

Since then, Gilman has settled here and opened a shop specializing in selling mechanical equipment.

"Is that so..."

"Let's not talk about that. I know another place where you can find what you need."

Marco looked around, a grin spreading across his face. "It's not far from here."

"real?"

"Just come with me."

"Okay."

Wei En was prepared to give up for the time being, but unexpectedly there were other places to go.

He originally intended to purchase some semi-finished machinery and tools from Gilman, which would greatly speed up his production of mechanical puppets.

pity……

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"On August 12, 1578 (Gregorian calendar), the Council, the Court, the Secret Service, and the City Guard of Castel City jointly investigated and, with the signature of Governor Samir, hereby issue the following proclamation:"

The attack that occurred at 11:00 AM today in the area of ​​blocks 1-30 in Dumitru has been confirmed as the work of the Eternal Life Society. The incident resulted in the deaths of 25 citizens of the city-state and injuries to 78 others…

The "Deathbirds," the secret investigators responsible for making public statements, read out the investigation report with sorrowful and helpless expressions.

Facing reporters from newspapers large and small, they had to be careful with their words to avoid giving anyone a chance to find fault.

"...Finally, the council has issued an order to investigate Claire of the Eternal Life Society and to give the city-state an explanation. That's all."

As soon as they finished speaking, reporters swarmed forward and surrounded them.

"Has the Dawn Church mistakenly harmed any citizens?"

"We need a more detailed account of the truth..."

"..."

If Wayne saw this scene, he would probably be instantly transported back to those press conferences in his past life, how similar they were.

Out of sight of the reporters, two figures, one in red and one in white, stood on a high place, silently watching them.

"I'm sorry, Alles, I've caused you trouble again."

"Andrews, I must thank you for your rescue," Ares shook his head, "May I ask who the guardian knight who intervened was?"

"He's from Crand's side," Andrews said with a gentle smile. "He still needs to adapt to the rules here at Castor."

Ares said noncommittally, "The light of dawn always leans toward Crand."

"No, no, this time is different..."

"Because of that saintess candidate?"

"You found out?"

Ares's gaze fell on the bewildered birds downstairs, who were being harassed by the reporters. "This morning, the council sent over the contents of the meeting."

"I'm sorry, you know I was only doing this for Caster's own good..."

"Such words are always convincing coming from the mouth of Your Excellency the Bishop."

Andrews sensed the sarcasm in his words, but his face remained expressionless as he chuckled and said, "In fact, it's the choice of most people."

Ares tilted his head to look at him. "I don't think you came to see me just to brush me off, did you?"

"I need your help."

"Oh?"

"The candidate saintess is my student. She needs a lot of time to grow up, so..."

"So," Ares continued, picking up where he left off, "you want me to step in and accelerate her growth?"

"Not just you, but also some people in the Secret Investigation Department."

"condition?"

"I knew you would agree," Andrews said sincerely. "Dawn will surely bless you, Allais."

"You're probably getting senile, otherwise how could you not know that what I hate most are you church believers... especially Dawn!"

"But at least you remember that we grew up together in Bravo, came to Chaltenland together, and went through all those hardships together, don't you?"

Ares didn't say anything more, lowered his head slightly and calmly looked downstairs, his glasses reflecting a light that made it difficult to see his eyes clearly.

"Perhaps..."

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"Is this the place you were talking about?"

Wayne stared in disbelief at the scene before him, finding it hard to believe that Marco had brought him here.

Marco raised his head and smiled smugly. "Welcome to the City That Never Sleeps, Wayne."

P.S.: If I say there's only one chapter today, will I get attacked?

P.S.: I was just kidding, there's another chapter coming out around 1 a.m.... I'm a little slow writing, sorry.

(End of this chapter)