Star Forge Titan

The crowd was talking about it, and the clerks stationed in the mainland port by various chambers of commerce rushed to the headquarters as if their butts were on fire.

Honestly, this was a completely understandable reaction. After all, it was a whole sandworm! A giant sandworm, completely captured! It was practically an open-pit gold mine that didn't need digging!

Under the sunlight, the sandworm's skin covered with yellow sand revealed a faint blue-green color, and its big mouth full of densely packed sharp teeth was slightly open. Even though it was dead, it still revealed the strong presence unique to huge creatures.

Soon, an auction began near Shazhou.

Unexpectedly, the owner of the sand boat was an exceptionally young man. If one ignored his extremely tall stature, it would be appropriate to call him a 'young man'.

The boy has slightly curly black hair and is wearing a complete set of local traditional clothing.

The loose white trousers were decorated with a circle of cat tracks outlined in azure dye. While seemingly simple, those in the know knew the price was not cheap. As mentioned before, dyes are expensive in the Silent Desert, and azure is the most expensive.

The black-haired boy was wearing a white sleeveless vest with cyan decorative patterns on it. Considering the hot climate in the desert, the fine linen clothing had a very wide round neckline for ventilation and coolness. Through the neckline, one could vaguely see the boy's strong yet attractive muscle lines.

Combined with the muscular contours of the arms that also perfectly conform to the golden ratio, it effectively deters those who have evil intentions because of the huge benefits symbolized by the sandworm.

On top of his head, he wore a turban to block the sun, in accordance with local customs. In the center of the white cloth carefully wrapped into an elegant shape, a bright red bird's tail feather was fixed.

This outfit made the black-haired boy look like a young and wealthy desert merchant, and he could easily get acquainted with other merchants who came to auction sandworm parts.

But, how does he feel about this outfit...

I feel like I'm COSing Ah O Ding...

Ivan maintained a smile on his face as he chatted with the merchant, all the while furiously complaining in his mind: Is there something wrong with Catworm's learning ability?

How could these furry little creatures be so good at dressing, grooming, and taking care of people? After only a few days of living together, I, the "Big Chief Captain" respected by all the cats and cats, had completely taken care of every aspect of my life, from food, clothing, housing, and transportation, and was striding towards becoming a complete cat addict.

In addition, considering that the true appearance of the Rogilas was too eye-catching, after completing the capture of the sandworm through the "Launch Captain", the group (and the cat) did not return to Ismailia immediately. Instead, they found an uninhabited oasis and disguised the hull as an ordinary sand boat, and then set sail back here.

The principle of not showing off one's wealth also applies in the other world. Such a huge sandworm is enough to make many people take risks.

To avoid unnecessary trouble, the other members of the Tracker Team did not show up directly. Instead, the unfamiliar Ivan was responsible for the overt transaction process, while Captain Andre, who was familiar with all the inside stories, commanded remotely from the rear.

As for the other members of the team, they all returned to Ismailia in advance through other routes, allowing someone to determine that they had not captured the sandworms and to gather relevant information.

In fact, it was Ivan who took the initiative to propose this matter.

The reason was simple. He needed to gather information about the King of Sandworms, the ruins of the Giant Kingdom, and most importantly, the 'Kingdom of the Underworld - Abyss'. Therefore, he had to expand his social circle, cultivate his personal network, and find opportunities to break into the upper-class social circles of the commercial city-state.

A good sandworm auction is a good opportunity.

Originally, searching for the underworld was just one item in Alvin's memorandum, but the accidental activation of the wisdom slate forced him to raise its priority.

After sending away the first group of merchants, Alvin finally had a chance to catch his breath, which made him feel even more tired than after a battle.

These people's target is not the most valuable Shizhixiang, and they still have this self-awareness.

But other parts of the sandworm can also be sold for a good profit, whether it is the fat used to make ointment or the sandworm meat, which is a high-quality ingredient when dried and cooked.

Even those densely packed, sharp teeth can be made into various handicrafts and sold to nobles who appreciate such items. A non-metallic handicraft, the dagger, unique to desert regions, is made by polishing the sandworm's long, densely packed teeth.

Walking into the cabin, beneath the wooden camouflage is the silver-gray metal surface of the Rogilas.

He took out the wisdom stone hanging around his neck. This originally quiet and motionless transparent crystal instantly lit up with a circle of water-like blue light after Alvin touched the ancient rune symbolizing "Mimir" on the back of it.

I really didn't expect that this personal terminal with a clear Titan creation style could actually recharge itself by absorbing the magic fluctuations unconsciously emitted by the holder, just like a high-end watch can recharge itself through the owner's wrist movements. It is surprising in every sense.

While sighing, several lines of text quietly appeared on the smooth crystal surface of the front of the smart stone slab. Modern young people who are idle and browsing their mobile phones should be very familiar with this feeling.

"Well, I really shouldn't expect too much from large electronic toys. But, there's definitely hope for the future..."

Looking down at the three-dimensional images projected directly above the wisdom slate, Ivan couldn't help but smile.

It was a projection of a warship completely different from the Rogilas, with relevant information next to it.

Next-generation technology verification universal battleship...

The hull assembly is complete...

Weapons outfitting...

The final construction site - Abyss, the kingdom of the underworld!

Chapter 2 ends with a lively

Let your 'super ancient smartphone' (fog) return to the off-screen standby state

Alvin is still trying to figure out the specific operation methods of this wisdom stone tablet.

But it is obvious that the content that the previous owner was browsing a thousand years ago was the information about the new universal battleship.

The main reason why Alvin focused his attention and decided to increase the priority of finding a road to the underworld was because there was a high possibility of top-secret information related to the four special flawless gems made by the Titans.

Self-awakening was certainly a path forward, and the pure light of the King's Soul had benefited Alvin immensely. However, finding the four flawless gems to complete the foundation of the Great Mystery Realm was also imperative. At least in the short term, finding the remaining two flawless gems was Alvin's highest priority.

As a former combat power party, Alvin has a very clear roadmap for his future improvement.

Since this is already a real world, he did not choose those routes with a lot of variety and flourishing, but directly chose the bucket path with the highest fault tolerance, the strongest survivability and adaptability.

Simply put, it is to take the Titan talent as the core, comprehensively improve its own data, and become a bucket number that specializes in material reshaping, magic control, and has no obvious shortcomings in all aspects of attributes.

Although this world is fantastical, it also has the most basic and reasonable laws of order. As long as your attributes and resistances are high enough, ordinary attacks will become drizzle, and the effects of those fancy magic, curses and even soul abilities will be at least cut in half.

On the contrary, Ivan could rely on his own astonishing reserves of magic power to launch a tsunami-like, super-saturated, high-density attack to completely overwhelm his opponent. Not to mention, the core frame of the Colossus Soldier remained in a silent standby state within his lepton space. It was a trump card among trump cards, on par with the Colossus form.

While he was thinking, White the cat, holding a flower pot, knocked on the door and walked into the captain's room, indicating to Ivan that the sellers who could really offer a high price had arrived.

Although this was good news, thinking of what had happened before, Alvin still glared at Catworm White, who had now become his aide-de-camp.

He had not forgotten that the 'good' idea of ​​launching himself from the torpedo tube that smelled of toast was first thought up by this heartless little fellow.

White knew this, too. His furry, round face was now filled with a docile smile, completely unlike the aloof feline. But in the end, under the Lord's increasingly sharp gaze, he still clung to the soil-filled flowerpot in his arms with a wry smile.

How it and Hercules met in the insect nest is another interesting story. In short, the relationship between this white cat-bug and the big armored bug is surprisingly good.

At this moment, the hard cocoon that Hercules planted in the soil has completely sprouted, and two translucent green leaves that look like insect wings have grown on the top.

Under the sunlight, the golden veins spreading among the leaves seem to be glowing, appearing particularly clear and crystal clear.

Ivan nodded slightly.

"I'll leave this matter to you."

"I will obey your orders, meow." White bowed slightly, appearing particularly solemn.

A man and a cat walked out of the cabin and came to the upper deck surface made of wood camouflage.

Alvin's excellent eyesight allowed him to clearly see that many merchants wearing gorgeous robes and expensive ornaments appeared near the land port. Some of them came in horse-drawn carriages, some in open carriages towed by desert lizard hunters, and some even came on expensive magic props such as flying carpets.

These people are the real big businessmen who have the strength to bid for the "Fragrance of Time". The funds in their hands are no less than many aristocratic families with a long history, and behind them stand various forces, both overt and covert.

As for their current behavior, for businessmen, it is not just a way to show off like nouveau riche, but also a way to demonstrate their own strength.

In a sense, just as a suit is the armor of a modern gentleman, gorgeous clothes, gold jewelry, and luxury cars are also the unique "armor" and "battle robes" of businessmen in this era.

But then again, the merchants couldn't help but feel a little strange when they saw that the seller of the sandworm auction was just a young boy.

As big businessmen who can participate in the auction of the Fragrance of Time, they will certainly not underestimate each other easily, but they will inevitably have some thoughts.

However, what happened next stunned all the merchants. The young man, followed by a small feline, was surprisingly skilled, completely belying his apparent age. He had a firm grasp on everyone's price throughout the entire trade.

But little did he know that Alvin on the other side was also marveling at the same thing.

Andre, the middle-aged mercenary, looked like a salty fish like a middle-aged office worker with too much salt. Unexpectedly, he had considered this aspect very comprehensively. When necessary, he could be as slippery as a super fried dough stick that had just been taken out of the frying pan and fried seven or eight times.

Substitute, I'm just a substitute.

While Alvin was admonishing himself in his heart, he followed Andre's experienced judgment and sold all the valuable parts of the sandworm at the upper limit of the buyer's psychological price.

Honestly, this feels pretty good.

At the same time, capturing giant sandworms is a big business that must be participated in not only for merchants and nobles.

For the vast majority of ordinary people, it also means that they can buy cheaper oil and meat for a long time.

In addition to the part that can be used as magical material, a large part of the giant sandworm's astonishing weight can be used to refine ordinary ointments and oils. As for the remaining edible meat, the amount is also very considerable, which is much more than the meat that can be obtained from a sheep or a cow.

In addition, considering that the hot climate in the desert is not conducive to food preservation, the price will become relatively affordable. In addition, due to reasons such as taste, it will even be cheaper than the meat of small sandworms that are relatively easier to catch.

As a result, the land port used to dock sand boats suddenly became as lively as a festival today.

People come and go, cars are busy and the atmosphere is bustling everywhere.

Some even set up stalls on the spot and began making snacks made with sandworm meat, leading to a makeshift market taking shape around the port. A variety of sounds echoed back and forth like waves, creating a vibrant atmosphere amidst the bustle, not to mention the unique aroma of food.

As for the most precious sandworm sachet in the body of an adult sandworm, the "fragrance of time" in it was properly removed by invited professionals and presented to all buyers.

After washing away the blood and mucus on the surface, the pale purple amber-like substance caught the eyes of everyone present.

Soon, a war without smoke of gunpowder began.

Although the shares of each party have long been distributed according to the rules, the details still need to be carefully studied. The vague areas deliberately left by these various forces have become the operating space for various major merchants to compete with each other.

In short, the bloodless war among merchants, in which they fought openly and secretly and formed alliances, made Alvin's eyebrows twitch.

I didn't expect that in a country like Silent Desert with a strong medieval feudal atmosphere, I could see such exciting business negotiations. This is much more exciting than the so-called new-age business wars such as hammers, poisoning, and breaking and entering. It really opens the eyes of young people.

To be honest, the more they fight, the happier I am.

As the seller, Alvin, who sat firmly in the stands, finally received a very high return. Although he himself had no intention of taking a single cent of profit from it, he still felt sincerely happy for everyone in the adventure team.

Before arriving in Ismailia, everyone had talked about what they wanted to do after getting the profits, or, you could call it the ideal they wanted to achieve after becoming financially free.

The orc Gaoshan planned to follow his previous promise and go to the oasis farm in Tatooine to accept the young man named Lucas as his apprentice. Then he would use the money he got as travel expenses, and the master and apprentice would go together to follow the footsteps of the Freedom Fist fighters.

The perceptive Ivan could see that although Gaoshan usually appeared more peaceful and friendly than most barbarian orcs, a fire never extinguished in his heart. It was a raging rage against the Fifth Sorcerer King, Hotep the Bloodthirsty, who enslaved countless gladiators and forced them to fight each other.

As for the halfling thief, Lilith didn't plan to return to the Shire for the time being. Instead, she wanted to try out a restaurant in the desert city-state of Fayum, which was particularly friendly to halflings. After accumulating enough experience, she would return to her hometown to open the best restaurant.

It was also stated that a chair with their name engraved on it would be left in the restaurant for each member of the adventure team, and they would be served hot meals no matter when they came.

Although she said so, everyone knew that the reason Lilith did not return immediately was because she was reluctant to leave her friends here.

As the captain, Andre, who is already middle-aged, is well aware of his limits, so he decided to buy a small farm near Ismailia to live a rich and leisurely retirement life in advance. He smiled and said that he would also reserve the best room for everyone like Lilim, and welcome everyone to go on vacation.

The half-elf wizard didn't say it explicitly, but he was obviously not short of money, so he must have come to the desert for other reasons.

In this way, the auction came to an end amidst a lot of noise and bustle.

The sun gradually sets, but the deep night that follows not only encourages people to sleep, but also is the time for countless night activities.

Looking at the land port gradually shrouded in the night, the smile on Ivan's face gradually cooled.

He knew that the real test had just begun.

Chapter 3 A brief farce

Ismailia, the rose in the desert, is the most prosperous commercial city in the entire region.

As a commercial city, it naturally has relatively complete rules. Otherwise, it would not be able to attract so many merchants to come and trade.

However, everyone who comes to Ismailia knows that, like many independent city-states, the rules of this city change with the rising and setting of the sun.

A city area that is safe during the day may become a place where no one dares to go out at night, and even the rules between two adjacent areas may be different.

Ismailia, like a veiled scimitar dancer, will only protect those who are familiar with and deeply understand her unpredictable character.

It is also because of this that some wealthy businessmen who are well-dressed during the day can become more barbaric than the furry and feathered beasts in the wilderness at night.

But what they didn't know was that when it came to barbarism, a young visitor from the North who was also a barbarian still had some confidence in himself in this regard.

That night, at least eight groups of people approached the large sand boat anchored around the land port.

Although they are nominally gangs entrenched in urban slums, their backers who provide funding and even weapons are different. After all, low-level gangs cannot thrive by simply extorting the poor.

If there is no "kind-hearted and generous" "respectable person" silently supporting behind the scenes, a gang composed of just a few poor and aggressive thugs will never be able to occupy an area of ​​more than one street.

All the strangers who appeared at the Inland Port tonight were well aware of this matter. Therefore, when those respectable gentlemen entrusted their subordinates to deliver meaningful messages, the best of their gang members would rush out like well-trained hunting dogs, and even some low-level extraordinary people were among them.

To deal with outsiders with unknown backgrounds, gang members like them, who are so worthless that they don't even need to pay pensions after their death, naturally become a useful tool for "decent people" to test each other.

But then again, even if a few sandworm hunters who were lucky enough to catch a big sandworm successfully auctioned off the entire sandworm and made a lot of money, they were still not considered the same kind in the eyes of most "respectable people", and were not even as good as nouveau riche.

They were like the captains and sailors of a whaler, lowly people who risked their lives selling their labor. Having finally earned enough money, they lingered in the land port of Ismailia instead of leaving overnight.

The most important thing is that about one-fifth of the "freshly-baked" Fragrance of Time has not been auctioned yet. It is said that it was ordered by someone else before it was dug out.

What a joke! This is sandworm trade. There's no such thing as advance reservation. That's against the rules!

In this case, as respectable people who make hundreds or thousands of gold dust every minute and are truly engaged in big business, they will naturally not hesitate to give a heavy blow to this imprudent and greedy "stingy guy". I think a team or several teams of cheap gang members think very highly of them.

The respectable gentlemen looked at this solution with a sense of rightness.