Star Forge Titan

It was obvious that the other party was testing Ivan in this straightforward way. Whether he reacted with rage or surrendered, Miss Berthea Westfield, as an intelligence officer, could infer a lot of information from it.

But unexpectedly, the tall, dark-haired young man in front of him was completely unmoved. He still sat on the sofa in a relaxed posture.

That's it?

Ivan's eyes conveyed boredom, and the unexpected development even made him yawn with a bored look on his face.

There was nothing aristocratic about his movements, yet they naturally exuded an awe-inspiring aura. It was like a large feline carnivore strolling through the grasslands after a full meal. Even though his every move exuded a sense of laziness, no one would consider him a small animal to be manipulated at will.

There was another moment of silence. Suddenly, Ivan, who was originally leaning on the sofa, leaned forward, placed his hands casually on his thighs, and his five fingers spread out and hung down naturally, like an eagle standing on the top of a mountain.

Then he slowly began to speak:

"I am not Khayon."

“So there’s no intention of playing guessing games.”

"My identity is not something you should be concerned about."

After these three sentences were spoken, the entire reception room and several surrounding rooms were enveloped by a suffocating magical pressure.

It was a heavy pressure that swallowed everything like the pitch-black night, as if all the free magic basic factors in the entire space - mana - were suddenly still, or in other words, all of them were under the control of the young man in front of him who looked no more than twenty years old.

The unexpected change made Boxia almost subconsciously want to call for help, but her restraint and calmness as an intelligence worker allowed her to stop this irrational idea at the last moment.

The magical pressure that the guards outside could emit was suppressed, even the third-level transcendents who had already embarked on the path of the fire sword were the same.

At the same time, the keen perception brought by the elven blood allowed Boshia to understand what was happening in the room better than anyone else.

With the young black-haired boy in front of him as the center, an extremely huge primitive magic power full of violent and even tyrannical aura was wantonly showing its existence like a wild beast that had broken free from its confinement.

It's not like Boshia hasn't seen high-level transcendents before, but from the intelligence he's gathered, he seems to have only just completed his promotion and hasn't even awakened his own soul power. So what's with this magical power!?!

The development of the matter was beyond Boxia's expectations. Originally, relying on the intelligence network secretly established by the Genoa Confederation in Linde, she learned that the champion team of the Youth Magic Car Competition would be included in the Linde magic technology talent training program.

Therefore, the half-elf lady planned to use the fact that she helped the other party to establish a fake identity as a bargaining chip in exchange for Evan passing on relevant information to her side while accepting the training program.

In addition, money, intelligence, and even materials and knowledge related to extraordinary people are also among the chips she can use.

As a Genoese businessman, Boshia was quite confident and experienced in using chips to bully others. Even that cunning necromancer had honestly completed the transaction with him. Although the other party had set a trap afterward, the previous transaction was not a bit watered down.

however……

Why is this!

Boxia clenched his fists and bit his lips, almost yelling like when he was a child and was fooled by his father, a scholar.

Calm and composed, the stiff breast ornament under her coat concealed the heaving chest of the half-elf lady due to anger. Looking at the black-haired boy who was leaning forward and looking down at her, she forced a smile.

"Then let us negotiate peacefully. As an outsider, I believe you will need some help, right?"

"Indeed." Alvin nodded and leaned back on the sofa.

"Let's talk."

Chapter 3: Swindlers, Merchants, and Gangsters (Part 2)

Although it was a bit ungentlemanly, after taking the initiative in the conversation, the negotiation speed of both parties was significantly improved.

As the nominal manager of the Genoa Chamber of Commerce and part-time head of the secret intelligence agency - Bionic Bird in Linde, Boshia's intentions are actually not complicated.

She just hoped that Alvin could provide them with some information. As for the possible risks involved, hey, it's not like they don't want to pay, and the other party's identity is also a good bargaining chip.

However, before Miss Boxia could elaborate on her conditions, the other party immediately acted like a bandit, saying, "If you expose yourself, I will kill you all." This made a businessman and spy like her, who was used to exchanging interests, feel extremely uncomfortable.

Fortunately, after displaying an unexpectedly tough attitude, the other party showed a willingness to cooperate, which inadvertently softened the businesswoman's attitude.

Looking at Boshia who was trying hard to hide his hesitation, Alvin couldn't help but chuckle in his heart.

After all, now is the time when the nations have just begun to rise. Even the Speaker, who will be so iron-blooded and tough that she will be dubbed the "Iron Lady", is still a novice at this moment.

"I can probably guess your purpose. If it's information about the 'Magic Technician Training Program,' that wouldn't be a problem. But, Genoese, what can you offer for it?"

Ivan crossed his fingers and leaned back on the leather sofa with a relaxed attitude. His eyes were as calm as a deep pool, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking at the moment.

After going through so many things, the black-haired boy is no longer the ordinary time traveler who had not yet gotten rid of the peacetime mentality when he first came to Palladia.

Now he is at least an SR, or at least a five-star traverser, and he has infinite potential for promotion.

"What to pay? Why don't you tell me what you need first?" Boxia first forced himself to remain calm, then put on a fake smile of courtesy on his face, trying to take back the initiative in the conversation.

When she came to her senses at this moment, she realized that she seemed, might, perhaps, probably, to have been tricked by this young man in front of her who looked no more than twenty years old?

Damn it, it's obvious that everyone's identity is problematic. If they are exposed because of a conflict, I can still rely on diplomatic immunity to retreat safely, but the other party may not have a good ending.

Bai Xia thought indignantly inwardly, but having lost the initiative, she could only swallow the loss in silence.

Besides, is this really the case?

"What do I need? That's a good question." Alvin stopped talking. He saw the dissatisfaction hidden in the other's eyes, and realized that the half-elf in front of him might have made a mistake.

But he was totally fine with it.

The reason why he didn't state his request immediately was because this question did trigger some thinking in Alvin.

After arriving in the world of Palladia, he initially sought only to gain strength to bring him peace of mind. However, after establishing new bonds in this world, his desire for the happiness of his family and friends grew stronger, and this source of motivation even surpassed the need for survival.

At this point, Alvin has become increasingly aware of what he wants to do, what he can do, and what he should do.

Although the world is still basically stable, if the major events that occur in the future continue, even if the content is only half the same as the game plot, it will mean multiple huge disasters severe enough to affect the entire world of Palladia.

Moreover, the impact you have on this world may also trigger other events that do not exist in the original plot, which is also something you must be vigilant about.

The evil gods entrenched in the deep hell of the outer realms are making a silent sound, conspirators with ulterior motives are ready to make a move in the shadows, the gods in the upper planes are silent, and there are many things that even he does not know.

In addition, according to the last version of the plot that Ivan experienced before crossing over, various clues indicated that something more terrifying than the evil god was about to invade Palladia, which even involved an era older than the gods. It was a completely unknown fear.

Only the incomprehensible word "pure color" vaguely appeared among the various messages.

No eggs are safe when the nest is overturned. If you and the people around you want to pursue happiness and peace of mind in a stable world, then you should do something about it.

It is precisely because of this that Alvin resolutely chose to leave Elrond and made decisions that were difficult for ordinary people in peacetime to make, and he was not afraid to even hold a sharp blade for this.

His plan was not complicated. It was to maintain the current overall peaceful environment in Palladia, and then try to deal with the hidden dangers he knew about one by one in secret.

Only when relations between countries are generally stable will it be possible to unite the entire world to respond together when a real major crisis occurs.

At the same time, Alvin will do his best to increase his own strength, and it would be best if he could reach the level of facing everything with a smile.

Wait, when I think about it, do I want to be a hero?

No, I can face everything with a smile, I have the strength to not be afraid of anything, I can change everything that is not right...

That, has already transcended the mortal world and entered the realm of gods!

I'm such a greedy guy.

With a self-deprecating smile, Alvin pulled his thoughts back from wandering to the horizon and refocused his attention on the reality in front of him.

"I need information about the various abnormalities that have occurred in Linde." The black-haired boy said in a deep voice:

"Why?" Boxia asked subconsciously.

If the other party is a spy from another country, it is not strange for the two intelligence officers to negotiate and exchange information.

But this guy didn't look like a spy at all. How could he be an intelligence worker who acted so high-profile as if he was afraid that others would not notice him? He was not a character in a popular novel or play written by a bard.

"You don't need to know the specific reasons. I can give you information about Lind." Alvin waved his hand without answering the other party's question.

As an old player whose initial area in the game was Lind, even if he didn't deliberately investigate the intelligence about this country, he could rely on his memory to write down some seemingly plausible and difficult to judge true and false news as bait in front of the half-elf lady.

Besides, as a barbarian from the northern ice field, he wouldn't care even if the information about Lind was sold.

The reason for making the above request is mainly because a series of recent changes have triggered Ivan's intuition as a veteran player. He seems to smell the scent of a big event.

Although most of the evil god's followers are crazy, the top leaders among them are definitely not stupid people who would mindlessly launch terrorist attacks.

Behind these series of events, there is obviously a deep hidden purpose that is covered up by these inefficient and reckless "noise". An unknown conspiracy may have been unfolding, and the people behind the scenes are aiming for something extraordinary.

On the other hand, after putting aside the idea of ​​relying on rhetoric to bluff and get something for free, the communication between the two finally became smooth, and they quickly reached a preliminary consensus and agreed on the basic conditions for exchanging information.

In a sense, Alvin also temporarily became a non-staff intelligence worker.

Of course, the Genoa Confederation would not recognize the existence of such temporary workers.

"Okay, your female companion should have chosen her outfit. Just consider the fee as a gift for our first cooperation." Bai Xia breathed a sigh of relief. Although she didn't sign any written contract, she felt more exhausted than after a business negotiation.

The two walked out of the reception room and were stunned.

Diana was standing by a nearby window sill, talking with the maid who had led her away earlier.

However, her clothes had been completely changed from head to toe, but unexpectedly, it was not the expected long dress, but a set of - men's clothes?

At the moment, Diana was wearing a white shirt with a brown waistcoat, and a popular Lavonki suit jacket and straight trousers on the outside. The red tie hanging in front of her chest was embroidered with feather-like patterns, and she looked like a gentleman Linde who was going out for fun.

But unlike those 'going out suits' or 'work suits', although the shape is still simple and without too many decorations, this Lavonki jacket is obviously more formal and dignified, silently giving the wearer a very chic and noble aura.

This can be seen from the blush on the maid's face when she was talking to Diana.

"Oh wow!" Bai Xia let out a suppressed strange cry, and then immediately opened the feather fan in his hand to cover half of his face.

"What... is going on?" Ivan also looked at Diana in surprise.

The short-haired girl turned around, winked at him, and said in a light tone:

"The tailor said this suit would be the best."

Chapter 4 Opening Dance

With a cold gaze, he forced back Boshia who was trying to say that men's clothes would look good together with women's clothes.

Under the old tailor's almost glowing eyes, Alvin received a complete set of well-fitting formal suits.

The pure white coat was so plain that it had almost no decoration and fell to the knees, with only two pure copper buttons adorning the folded collar corners.

In contrast to the elegant white coat, the front of the golden button is engraved with a gray wolf with furry manes, which reveals a hint of wildness. This decoration actually matches the color of the white coat's lining. Unlike the pure white surface, the lining of the long coat is bright red like blood.

In addition, the color of the shirt that matches the jacket is a rare pure black. Dark embroidery can be vaguely seen on the dark fabric, and it can only be seen clearly through the difference in reflectivity between different materials when illuminated by light. It silently reveals the maker's exquisite craftsmanship, or to put it more simply, it reveals a sense of luxury in a low-key manner.

"A bit ostentatious." Alvin, who was wearing formal clothes, looked at himself in the mirror and raised his eyebrows.

"So, do you need to prepare a more conservative set?" The old tailor, whose hair was gray but whose back was still straight, exuding an impeccable gentlemanly demeanor, asked softly.

"No need." Alvin smiled slightly, as if he thought of something.

"Sometimes, publicity can be a good weapon."

As night falls, Neuschwanstein Castle, the residence of the Carolingian royal family, is brightly lit.

A dinner is being held here to celebrate the successful conclusion of the Youth Magic Car Competition.

Of course, that was just a title. In reality, the Carolingian royal family, as the victor, summoned other forces to discuss the next stage of the development plan for magical engineering.

No one could have guessed where the young emperor, who seemed only obsessed with drama, painting and women, found such a powerful team, but no matter what, it was an inevitable decision that the power of standardized regulations would fall into the hands of the royal family.

Throughout the new era that follows, the Carolingian royal family will have an undeniable voice in the field of magical engineering, which is a huge advantage brought by the powerful authority unique to rule makers.

Of course, the completion of standardization also means that magic engineering will completely enter a new stage of development. The ensuing industrial dividends will be an irresistible temptation for all parties, just like a sweet cake for the sweet party.

So, despite being somewhat reluctant, they finally came.

Interestingly, although magical engineering has become the mainstream school of thought in Lind, judging from the positions of representatives of various forces, there are still different factions among them.

For example, the representative of the Tower in the Clouds stood very close to the priests of the Temple of Light. They symbolized the traditional old-fashioned supernatural organization in Linde.

The Alchemist Association, Tesla Rotor and Daimler Factory representatives gathered together for a quiet conversation. Apart from the Alchemist Association, the remaining representatives were all emerging forces that emerged after the Magic Engineering Revolution.

Holding a glass of champagne, Ivan, Kayon, and Diana stood in a corner of the banquet hall. Even so, the presence of the three still attracted many eyes.

Khayon still had his hair in a weird bowl cut as usual. Although he knew that there was a miniature folding knife staff hidden under the pile of hair gel, and perhaps a few magic scrolls copied with the smallest dip pen, he still looked strange from the outside.

Diana, dressed in men's clothing, stood beside Ivan, creating a stark contrast. Unlike Ivan's tall and handsome figure, the short-haired girl exuded a dignified aura, making her look like a cool and handsome prince.

This even caused many noble ladies and ladies to secretly look at her and Ivan standing beside her with flickering eyes.

Diana pulled her tie a little uncomfortably, feeling the air seemed to become heavier. She had never appeared in such a place before. Although she remained expressionless as always, Ivan could clearly feel the girl's nervousness at the moment.

"Relax, they are just some strangers you haven't met before. Look, isn't Ka Yang very relaxed?" The young man shook the champagne in his hand slightly, causing the fine bubbles on the wall of the glass to rise upwards.

Then, he nodded to the necromancer who had already taken a mountain of food. The latter and his magical pet were too busy talking at the moment.

"Uh, I mean, I get it." Diana blushed and almost made a strange sound, but she quickly adjusted the white gloves she was wearing and regained her composure.

Just then, the emcee's loud roll call came from outside.