Star Forge Titan

But then, why did the game's Palladio appear in my own world?

Just as Alvin was thinking, he saw Master Ian mumbling incomprehensible nonsense and walking around in circles aimlessly.

Then, as if he wanted to release a book of light to illuminate, he raised his hand to the ceiling and began to chant a spell.

The black-haired boy's expression suddenly froze.

"Oh, I forgot. There's a high-level wizard with severe Alzheimer's disease who needs to be taken care of..."

Before he could finish his words, the light illuminated the dark sealed place again.

On that day, a strong magical reaction suddenly erupted in the atrium of the Linde National Library, and the beam of light shot up into the sky and almost reached the clouds.

According to the evening paper report that day, it was caused by an unknown high-level wizard's experimental error. Fortunately, no casualties were caused.

It is really cause for celebration.

Chapter 155 Golden Lightning

Today is another sunny day.

With this lazy thought, the security guard at Silverstone Circuit yawned and showed an impatient expression.

As a racing track with both super-long straights and high-speed curves, it is very suitable for testing new vehicles. Different racing teams come here to test new cars almost every day.

Today is no exception. The track, named Silverstone because of its silver-white ground construction materials, was booked by the racing team from the Linde Alchemist Association.

However, looking at the visitor in front of him, the security guard with an impatient look on his face perked up and asked in a loud voice:

"Name?"

"Gaio, Gaio Marius." A sweet voice answered quickly, with obvious flattery in his words.

"This name sounds a bit like the Elrond people in the north." The security guard paused with the pen that was recording the visitor's name, and couldn't help but look up and look at the visitor with some curiosity.

The other person was wearing a blue work suit that was relatively resistant to dirt. The integrated zipper design indicated that this was a new style of clothing introduced after the Magic Revolution.

However, as a type of clothing specially made for workers to use as work clothes, the price will not be too expensive even if it is a new model.

Furthermore, his hair was unkempt, looking from a distance like a bird's nest made of dry grass, revealing a certain slovenliness and dishevelled appearance. However, the squinting eyes hidden beneath his curly bangs revealed a hint of foxlike cunning, though, concealed by his messy blue work clothes, that cunning was disguised as the slick temperament of a commoner.

"Who knows? You have to ask my dad about this. Unfortunately, he has been sleeping in the ground for a while." The visitor shrugged with a helpless expression, but there was indeed some sadness in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a forced smile.

"Okay, age?" The security guard rolled his eyes and didn't bother with such a boring little question.

"24"

"What are you here for?"

"Oh, my friend, look at this ladder and this copper wire brush. Of course I'm here to clean the gas lamp." As he said this, the visitor raised his right hand, which held a thick and long brush, and under his left arm was a folding ladder for climbing up.

When he said this, the man deliberately waved the big brush in his hand, as if it could increase his persuasiveness.

Looking at the brush drawing a beautiful trajectory, the security guard, whose eyes were inexplicably attracted by it, nodded subconsciously and continued to speak:

"That's right, there seems to be some minor problems with the lights in the northeast corner these past few days. They often flicker at night and occasionally make strange noises."

"Northeast corner? Strange sound? It seems that the pipeline is blocked. No wonder you are in such a hurry. I understand. I will focus on cleaning that side later." The visitor showed an exaggerated expression, as if he had suddenly realized something.

"Okay, thank you for your help. Come in." The security guard waved his hand, indicating that the visitor should enter the stadium through the small door on the side.

"See you later, buddy!" the visitor said goodbye warmly.

"See you...back?"

The security guard's tone was uncertain, and a hint of confusion flashed in his eyes. The sound waves coming from inside the stadium and the strong magical fluctuations that followed completely masked some magical fluctuations that were particularly subtle compared to the former.

In the bushes far away, unnoticed by the security guard, a black and white skunk was watching the scene with a look of shock on his face.

“It actually succeeded again!?!”

Bryant Oak, a druid who came from the countryside to the perfect city of Lutetia to make a living, said that he was indeed very inexperienced.

Let's talk about Mr. Guyo Marius, the gas lamp cleaner who successfully 'sneaked into' the Silverstone Circuit, or should we call him Mr. Kayon Paulus who pretended to be Guyo Marius.

As for where the pseudonym "Gaius" came from, it is actually just another name for the name "Gaius" with a slightly adjusted pronunciation.

Our Mr. Gaio Mario is now walking into the track, whistling happily.

Since a new vehicle was being tested on the track today, outsiders were not allowed to enter here. However, when other staff members saw his work clothes and the ladder tucked under his arm, they naturally realized that he was a gas lamp cleaner.

So, instead of driving Mr. Gayo away, some of them, like the security guard at the door, were kind enough to take the initiative to point out the locations of the lights that had recently had problems.

In this way, Ka Yang greeted everyone with a smile along the way, walked into the track without any hindrance, and then climbed up the tall gas lamp pillar. From such a good position with an exceptionally wide view, he began to spy on the test vehicles on the track.

However, when cleaning the gas pipe, the genius traitor Kayan Paulus, whose hair and face were covered with black dust, seemed to be particularly gnashing his teeth.

"Why would I take on such a troublesome job?"

"That, bastard!"

The copper wire brush rubbed against the inner wall of the pipe, making a harsh sound. I wonder who this necromancer who is good at cursing is cursing this time.

"If it weren't for, huh, it's profitable, bah, bah, what a joke! I don't want to help him."

After finally brushing off a stubborn stain, Khayon subconsciously revealed a satisfied expression. Although he said that profit was the most important thing, he couldn't help but recall what the tall, black-haired boy had said.

"Do the right thing? Hmph, that's easy for you to say."

The corners of his mouth rose unconsciously, and the necromancer's ears suddenly twitched a few times. He heard a sharp whistling sound coming from far away, as something quickly cut through the air.

coming!

"Straight-line acceleration, well, record, top speed, record, cornering performance, record."

While pretending to continue clearing the internal pipes of the gas lamp with a long-handled copper wire brush, Ka Yang carefully observed the blurry shadow that was crossing the track at high speed out of the corner of his eye.

This was not the first time he had carried out such an operation, but his disguised identity was sometimes a sewer repairman or a painter.

In short, these are common occupations that are not uncommon in various occasions.

As for his partner Bryant, the druid is often responsible for the preliminary preparations.

For example, it can transform into a skunk and sneak into the sewer to destroy the odor-proof and anti-overflow equipment, and then indiscriminately discharge foul-smelling harmless (? ) gases in the pipes.

Alternatively, you could run into the stadium a day in advance and use charcoal to block the gas supply pipes of the gas lamps, creating the appearance that the gas lamps are not working properly.

Compared with the truly top-secret military experimental sites, the racing teams with relatively lower confidentiality levels have a weaker awareness in this regard.

With the addition of some small magic, like the 'confusion spell' he had cast with the wand hidden in the brush handle when he entered the room just now, the two of them successfully completed the task of collecting information about the other participating vehicles.

As of today, Khayang has seen most of the contestants, including many strong teams such as Cloud Tower, Temple of Light, Tesla Rotor Company, General Magic Factory, and Daimler Workshop.

The various things those guys hide under the appearance of racing cars are really eye-opening, such as hiding a firing pin in the front of the car, increasing the weight of the car to directly crush the opponent, and enchanting weapons on the car body to automatically generate vacuum cutters at high speeds. It can be said that they use every possible means.

However, the more he looked at the golden racing car, the more serious Kayang's expression became.

Compared to the vehicles of other participating teams, the car he saw now had extremely astonishing performance.

The car's ride height was incredibly low, the ground clearance practically zero, as if the entire vehicle were completely flattened. The all-gold racecar was narrow in front and wide in the back, its outline resembling a flattened arrow. The rear section, however, bulged slightly upward, revealing two rows of exhaust pipes connected to the magical engine.

Compared to other teams' new racing cars that are embedded with various combat weapons, this car has only one characteristic, that is, fast, extremely fast.

When accelerating in a straight line, it was simply a golden lightning flash that cut through the sky!

As he watched, Khayang's brows gradually furrowed.

"Am I seeing things?" The necromancer disguised as a cleaner seemed to have discovered something, but he was not sure at the moment.

It was not until the golden car turned a right angle again at an incredible speed and manner that he suddenly clenched what he was holding in his hand.

"You're right, when that car turned..."

“It’s deformed!”

Chapter 156 You ask me and I answer

"Name?"

"?"

"your name!"

"Ah? I thought you had memorized my name, young lady."

Ivan raised his index finger and scratched his cheek, looking at the Duchess with a frosty face in front of him with innocence and a bit of regret.

Of course, at this moment, Duchess Catherine Carolingian did not appear before him in the name of Grand Duke of Loire.

The tall blonde girl was currently wearing a very dashing black sheriff's uniform. As a member of the Ninth Security Department - the Extraordinary Special Response Department, she was conducting emergency inquiries, or rather, interrogations, of the people involved in the National Library bombing.

"Why should I remember your name?" Catherine rolled her eyes at him in dissatisfaction and raised her hand to write down the name 'Evan Elian'.

"Come to think of it, this name sounds a bit like someone from the north." The Duchess with blonde diamond-shaped braids said casually:

"But I'm actually a Genoese man from the romantic South." Ivan blinked and smiled.

Then, a voice with a magnetic and clear tone that was unique to teenagers was heard in the interrogation room.

Someone began to recite a little poem in the Genoese style.

"You laughed at me for becoming thin for poetry,

Mountains and sky, green fence

Surrounding me, the rustling elm trees

And the sound of trembling water;

I let the clouds and light

Darken color

Deceiving my youth..."

Catherine stood there in a daze, a blush gradually appearing on her cheeks as she listened.

Then, the girl immediately held up the notebook she was using to take notes, covering most of her face, leaving only her bright eyes, which were emitting an inexplicable light, visible.

"Chief Jost, can I assume that the individuals involved are harassing our public officials?" Outside the interrogation room, another male sheriff muttered with a strange expression.

"Ah, you have to ask the person involved." The gray-haired and brown-skinned beauty who was judging the case covered her mouth and chuckled, obviously looking like she was enjoying it.

"By the way, Togusa, how is our great wizard now?" After the joke, Scarlett Jost, who had been promoted from acting section chief to official section chief of Section Nine, said seriously:

"The news from the Healing Institute is that the gentleman finally calmed down after drinking hot chocolate with sleeping pills and has just fallen asleep."

"Also, the Archmage's students are rushing in from various provinces. As early as this evening, there will be high-level transcendents who will not be immediately attacked by that Excellency's 'magic shockwave' upon sight, or at least able to withstand his spells, to take care of that stubborn, uh, Excellency."

The middle-aged male sheriff named Togusa replied with a tired look on his face:

"Don't be like that. Old people who have Alzheimer's disease and only have memories before the age of nine are quite pitiful. Just treat him as an innocent child now." Scarlett shook her head with a helpless look on her face.

"...How could a nine-year-old use a 'magic shockwave' to penetrate dozens of meters of soil and, in the process, overturn the ceiling of the National Library?"

Togusa's lips trembled, and he couldn't help but recall the shocking scene he saw after he was dispatched urgently and arrived at the National Library.

A bottomless hole appeared in the ground of the National Library, which is full of traditional Linde art style. The ceiling, which was painted with large murals by famous painters decades ago, was also shattered as if it had been hit by a giant's heavy punch.

The edge of the cave entrance revealed a terrifying dark red glow from the melting rock, and one could faintly hear the sharp whistling sound of air flowing through the passage.

"Considering the circumstances at the time, it's a blessing in disguise that only this level of damage was caused." Scarlett held her forehead and sighed.

"After all, the demon that escaped from the seal was the culprit who caused the Blair Tower tragedy decades ago."

"Objectively speaking, it is true." Togusa nodded first, then raised another question:

"Although, I heard that the Royal Society once conducted many destructive experiments on that demon... But can a, uh, out-of-touch archmage and a young man alone deal with such a terrifying monster?"

"That's why we are here." Scarlett smiled slightly, staring at the calm black-haired boy in the interrogation room through the one-way transparent observation window.

For some reason, she always felt that the other person's eyes were intentionally or unintentionally glancing at herself and Togusa who were standing on the other side of the observation window. Obviously, the other person should not be able to see here.

"Interesting young man, I wonder what secrets you hold?" Scarlett's lips curved upwards as she stood there muttering to herself:

At this moment, the black-haired boy in the interrogation room, who had shut up and sat back in his seat at the Duchess's stern request, put on an innocent look.

"Anyway, when I opened my eyes, I saw that the demon had turned to dust, and the Grand Master himself was in a very strange state. Later, I learned from others that the old man had actually developed a very serious senile paranormal disease." Ivan said with some emotion:

For the extraordinary people in this world, if they cannot break through to the fifth level, they cannot completely avoid the natural laws of birth, aging, sickness and death. This is true even for the crowned ones who have power comparable to an entire established army.

Of course, they can also significantly slow down aging and cure various physical illnesses through some rituals and secret methods.

However, on the other hand, extraordinary people also suffer from special extraordinary diseases that only extraordinary people can get. In particular, various extraordinary diseases of old age gradually appear when the body's lifespan is extremely extended in a way that violates the normal laws of nature.