Star Forge Titan

But what they don't know is that their actions are completely seen by other people who are more "respectable" than them, which is like an unexpectedly funny farce.

In essence, compared to the power that is indirectly controlled by money, high-level extraordinary people directly control a high-level form that can be called "violence", that is, the high-level violence called "power".

"Madam, do you really not need to do anything? If I remember correctly, the young man on that sand boat should be the one we met in the desert before, right?" The old steward with slightly gray hair asked in a low voice:

At this moment, he was standing on the tallest lighthouse in the outer land port of Ismailia.

A bright bonfire burned on the top of the tower. On dim nights, this bright light, which was raised to guide caravans, could be seen even from a distance of dozens or hundreds of miles.

Bathed in the light from the large bonfire, the sorceress Heidi, wearing a long dress made of fine linen and gauze, quietly gazed at the large sand ship of extraordinary size in the distance, as well as the suspicious figures appearing and disappearing in the shadows near the sand ship.

"You don't need to do anything. Tonight we just need to be quiet and respectful spectators."

As she spoke, a mysterious smile appeared on the face of the female mage, and her eyes became particularly playful.

"You mean..." The old steward seemed to understand something, but he was still a little uncertain.

As a senior steward of the Golden Sands, he knew full well how difficult it would be to deal with the powerful merchants behind the gangs that had taken action tonight. If those guys got serious, a few adventuring teams or sandworm hunting groups wouldn't be able to easily get rid of them.

"Don't pry too much into a single lady's private behavior in social situations~." The female mage joked and opened her feather fan with a 'snap' sound, covering her pair of bright red lips.

"Although I didn't show up in person, my maid took care to deliver the letter to the other crew. Hmm, they are such a lovely bunch."

As he was speaking, the criminals hiding in the shadows in the distance seemed to have reached some kind of consensus.

Although they came from different gangs, they did not conflict with each other. Instead, they all climbed towards the top deck of the sand boat.

Since they had bribed the guards and other on-duty personnel at the land port in advance, these guys' actions gradually became more and more undisguised. They even lit torches for lighting, which was the last reserve of night thieves. They just kept silent to avoid alarming the crew inside.

But when the first gang member climbed onto the deck along the grappling hook, the scene he saw made him stand there in a daze.

The deck was deserted, not even a sailor on night watch.

If only that, but Jean wouldn't surprise them.

However, by the light of the torches in their hands, the gang members saw that in the middle of the empty deck, there was a rocking chair that looked very comfortable.

This kind of rocking chair, with its front and rear legs connected by a piece of bent wood, allows the person sitting on it to rock back and forth comfortably. It is often placed at the door or balcony, but the appearance of such a rocking chair on the deck can almost instantly make the tense atmosphere in the night become leisurely and relaxed.

At this moment, a very tall man with a very young face was sitting there alone reading a letter.

Next to him was a makeshift coffee table made of an oak barrel, on which was placed a bottle of plum juice made from fruits and smoothies. The sweet rosy-red drink was placed in a transparent glass container, which is quite expensive in the desert area, and it was still emitting a wisp of cool air.

The scene seemed a little weird and funny for a moment.

After a few seconds, the gang members finally came to their senses, and one of them spat on the deck with disdain.

"It's something for children to drink."

Before he finished his words, an invisible and tangible pressure immediately descended from the sky above his head, like a whistling hammer coming down, or a 300-pound bench press barbell suddenly pressing down on his chest.

For a moment, the deck was filled with the crisp sound of broken bones and screams of various tones.

Along with it, the young yet majestic voice of the young man was also rang out.

"Wipe it clean."

Chapter 4: Quiet Tavern

Ordinary sandworm hunters are indeed not as good as professional mercenaries and other combat experts in terms of combat effectiveness, but Ivan, a newcomer who has just entered the industry, is obviously not among them.

This group of gang members is essentially just the first wave of pawns thrown out for testing.

All in all, it only took about five minutes, 90% of which was spent supervising that foul-mouthed guy to clean the floor, for Alvin to completely defeat all the first batch of troublemakers.

The entire process was also very simple and efficient. As soon as the invisible throne, which was operating at less than half its power, was released, ninety-nine percent of the people were directly pinned to the ground in a prostrate posture of worship by this enhanced magical pressure, unable to get up again.

As for the extraordinary people hidden among the gang members as their real killer weapons, some of them also tried to resist, but as for the results...

“Meow…Woo! Meow…Woo!”

The cats and bugs who came out of the cabin shouted slogans and pulled the rope backwards in unison. Through the hook at a high place, they used the pulley principle to hang a naked extraordinary person who was tied into the shape of a captured wild boar (with four horses’ hooves gathered) on the bowsprit at the front of the sand boat.

"woo woo woo woo!!!"

The 'chicken' used to scare the remaining monkeys had a rag stuffed in its mouth, and every time the rope went up it would let out a scream, which was the result of the intense pain caused by the movement of its broken ribs.

"Guys, remember to let that thing go in the middle of the night. I don't want to see that ugly thing hanging on the bow of our ship as a figurehead when the sun rises."

Ivan, who had already put on the role of a pirate captain, jokingly shouted to the cats and bugs:

"Meow!!!" The cats and insects also made sounds that sounded like laughter.

Standing at the edge of the deck, Ivan's golden eyes scanned the surroundings. The spies hiding in deeper shadows all felt a pricking pain and shivered involuntarily. None of them planned to stay, and they all chose to retreat and report the shocking result to the respectable masters behind them.

What a waste of time.

With a sneer in his heart, Alvin had no intention of continuing to entangle with those guys on this issue. At most, when he went to the city later, he would randomly select two lucky decent people to hang them on the street lamps as a token of his appreciation.

His time is precious. Wouldn't it be more meaningful to use it to say goodbye to his friends?

Although they had known each other for a short time, the relationship between people does not necessarily deepen solely through time. This adventure in the ruins made him and everyone in the tracker team become good friends, and the unexpected discovery of prey made everyone see the possibility of dreams coming true.

The large amount of gold sand obtained from the auction was all exchanged for precious items such as gems that were easy to carry, and was distributed to the team members before the sun set.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, they set out on their respective journeys early and did not even have time for the final dinner.

but……

Taking out a few items from his arms, Alvin, who was becoming more and more familiar with the operation of the lepton space, could already use this method to conceal the sound of opening the space to take out items.

Looking at those gifts that cannot be called precious but are very personal, such as the barbarian orc-style wood carvings, an exceptionally sharp and easy-to-use halfling kitchen knife (which in Ivan's hand is probably just a fruit knife at most), and the old adventurer's notes filled with various experiences and lessons.

The sneer on the black-haired boy's lips gradually warmed up and turned into a warm smile that came from the bottom of his heart.

Although the time of separation came earlier than expected, blessings have already been given to each other.

This is enough.

After sensing his surroundings again to confirm there was no danger, Ivan pulled a rolled-up piece of paper from his pocket. This was something a familiar little guy had slipped into his pocket during the auction.

Different from the frightened and pitiful look when she was just rescued from the cannibal tribe, the little girl named Fengling now looks much more cheerful and sunny. It is obvious that she is well taken care of by a fellow countryman from the north.

The handwriting reflects the person. The handwriting on the note does not have the delicate feeling commonly seen in women. Instead, it has a style that is sharper and harder than some men's handwriting, revealing a temperament as clear and hard as the northern ice field.

The content of the note was also very simple, directly pointing out that some guys might do something after the auction because of the large amount of cash accumulated.

All that was left was to invite Alvin to a pub in the city for a gathering at the end.

"It's not easy to owe a debt of favor..."

Muttering something under his breath, Alvin jumped over the side of the boat.

Like muscles tightened by steel cables, they easily dissipated the recoil force with just a slight bend, and their keen perception and movements made everything as smooth as flowing water.

The tall, black-haired boy had full control over his body and was in great physical condition, so that he made almost no sound when he landed on the ground.

But the other guy who landed right after him wasn't so graceful.

Boom!

He jumped directly from the cabin exit, easily jumped to a height of five meters and then flew over twelve meters. The dark horse mountain king, who was as black as ink except for the dark red hair on his neck, fell down with a posture that did not look like a horse at all, but more like a meteorite.

"You bastard!" With a laugh and a curse, Alvin patted the dust off his body.

"Hi Lu Pu!" Shan Wang flicked his tongue, with a strange look that said, "I want to go out and play too." He had long lost the fierce temperament of the wild horse king he had originally had.

Disturbed by this naughty strange horse, he completely gave up thinking about whether the fellow countryman from the north had any purpose.

It doesn’t matter. No matter what the purpose is, you will know when you go and see it.

After climbing onto the horse, Alvin didn't need a whip. The three-meter-tall giant horse ran towards the city happily.

As a prosperous commercial city, although many areas in the city fall into silence at night, there are always some areas that provide various services and stay awake all night with lights on.

Leaving a house that has been set on fire, I will not go into the Kang Shuaifu creed that can be used for two chapters here. A decent man who has done the most excessive things is very "lucky" to be chosen by Alvin as the guest of tonight's reality show.

At this moment, this respectable gentleman was hung from the highest point of the burning house, howling like a slaughtered pig. He had to constantly complete the high-intensity gymnastics of raising his legs horizontally and keeping his hips lifted, otherwise he might spend the rest of his life under the scorching flames, saying goodbye to some entertainment activities that cannot be directly described.

Of course, this has nothing to do with a certain law-abiding rookie sandworm hunter.

They arrived at the door of a pub that was not particularly high-end. This was where Heidi and Ivan were supposed to meet.

The tall young man with messy black hair frowned slightly. Apart from the strong smell of alcohol that could be smelled before he even entered the door, this place seemed much quieter than an ordinary tavern. Even with his keen hearing, he did not hear the noise made by the drunkards, only some low whispers.

When he pushed the door open, the scene in front of him made Alvin stunned.

Behind the bar, the bar owner wiped the cups that seemed to never end with a look of helplessness on his face.

However, the only customer sitting at the bar was a mature female customer with slightly flushed cheeks.

She was wearing a white linen dress, and the upper half of her face was covered by a veil decorated with gold chains. The thin white veil couldn't even hide the teardrop-like tattoo under the corner of the woman's eye, making it easy for Alvin to recognize that the other person was Heidi, whom he had asked to meet here.

"Too slow~" The female mage named Hedy Lamarr turned to look at the young man who had just entered the room, and uttered a coquettish sound with a hint of drunkenness and dissatisfaction.

At this moment, there were more than three digits of empty cups in front of her. Although they were all small cups specially used for drinking spirits, they almost formed a small mountain.

Heidi's body was swaying slightly as she turned, and she looked as if she was not very drunk.

But Alvin was sure that this must be an illusion, because around the beautiful older sister who was slightly drunk, there were men lying on the ground foaming at the mouth.

They may have had bad intentions before, but now they have all fallen into a state of severe drunkenness, almost to the point of coma. Their expressions are like masks of pain, and they keep uttering inaudible wails that sound like whispers in a dream.

"No, I can't do it anymore."

"I can't drink any more...Puff!"

"Women, women are so scary..."

Chapter 5: Secrets of the Witch King

Heidi is undoubtedly a charming woman.

Whether it is the soft waist wrapped in the traditional desert dance dress adorned with a slender gold chain, or her delicate red lips faintly visible under the thin veil, they all exude a sweet scent like ripe fruit.

But Alvin is not someone who will be deceived by appearances.

In his opinion, Heidi's beauty is like an anaconda roaming in the forest. Beneath the gorgeous scales shining with emerald green luster, there is a dangerous force that is enough to strangle large animals violently.

Women in the North are very strong.

Although the memory left in his mind was not clear, Alvin had also come into contact with female barbarian warriors from the northern ice fields in the game. Each of them was a powerful warrior who was no less powerful than any male.

As for the spellcaster from the North...

If you see such a being, please be vigilant.

Because, it's like being born in the icy snows of Siberia, surrounded by friends and family who drink alcohol like water, but you, the only one who doesn't drink at all. It often represents a strong will that is enough to completely control your own nature and not be affected by the surrounding environment.

People with such a strong and determined will have a higher success rate than ordinary people no matter what they do.

What's more, the ancient secret techniques passed down in the north also have all kinds of unexpected and unique abilities.

Although real northern witch doctors are not as omnipotent as Alvin's lies, they are both primitive healers and strange spellcasters, and occasionally they can become wise prophets who can glimpse fragments of the future.

Looking at the slender figure sitting at the bar and drinking by herself, Alvin paused but finally walked over.

Although she was a dangerous, 'bad' woman, Heidi had always shown him kindness. So, regardless of whether she had other motives, Ivan was willing to approach her with the same kindness.

Just as a billionaire would not care about a potential loss of a few hundred dollars, this is not only his moral concept, but also the margin of freedom for the strong.

A northern man with messy black hair, over two meters tall, first used his toes to pick up the drunkards on the ground who were sleeping like they had drunk sleeping tea and flew them out of the door, and then sat next to the northern woman who was also tall.

Looking at the tattoo under the other person's eyes that looked like a teardrop mole, Alvin couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

"Ma'am, what can I do for you?"

"Can't I buy you a drink if there's nothing wrong?" Heidi rolled her eyes at him and snorted in mock dissatisfaction.

"..." At this moment, Alvin deeply understood that he should not try to reason with a woman, especially a drunk woman.

Of course, he was very skeptical about whether the female mage named Heidi was drunk. After all, a circle of men with ill intentions, who thought she would be easily drunk, had already fallen on the cold floor of the tavern.

The past is a lesson for the future.

"Okay, I'm sorry." Shrugging, Ivan took out an item wrapped in fine linen from his arms and placed it on the bar.

He pushed the object in front of Heidi without even looking at it and said casually:

"A gift, as a thank you for digging me out of the Sea of ​​Dust."

"Hehe, women are very picky when it comes to gifts."

Heidi leisurely sipped the liquor in the glass, and the clear wine made her lips look even more beautiful and moist.