Star Forge Titan

"No, I'm a responsible doctor. I won't give up until I find out the cause of the disease." Alvin shook his head and deliberately imitated the handsome doctors in TV dramas in his memory, putting on a serious and earnest expression.

"...Aren't you an alchemist?" Diana didn't buy it, but her originally cold expression froze, and she couldn't help but complain aloud:

"Part-time job, part-time job is not okay?" Alvin shrugged and said nonchalantly.

"Doctor, this is indeed a dangerous matter. Although Abagnon is a miser, his factory has a security team like other factories. Those scoundrels even have two steam guns in their hands!" Dominic also tried to persuade them, hoping to dispel the two people's dangerous ideas.

"There's a gun~" Alvin showed a very subtle expression.

Just when Dominic thought he was scared, he saw this tall and handsome man pull out a terrifying weapon from behind his back that would make people's eyes pop out.

At that time, it was a rather thick and square weapon, with a dark overall color. The surface was decorated with a large number of relief patterns such as golden double-headed eagles and silver skulls. It looked like something that might be a "gun".

However, the caliber of this "gun" is large enough to accommodate lead bullets five times the size of those used in ordinary magical steam guns.

Brandishing the weapon, Ivan continued with a smile:

"I have it too."

Chapter 32 Severe Infection

Just as Prince Elrond, the beloved Kamen Rider Ivan Elian, was preparing to perform heroic deeds in Lutetia at night.

The necromancer who often plays the role of the 'bad guy' villain in the stories sung by bards, the squinty-eyed Mr. Kayon Paulus is doing what a bad guy should do.

For example - making false evidence.

"Tsk." Miss Berthea Westfield, the half-elf female spy chief who had appeared in Elrond, said in shock with an ugly expression.

After escaping from Elrond and bringing out some important intelligence, her superiors arranged for her to be promoted three levels and transferred to Lutetia, the capital of Lind, to be responsible for intelligence gathering in this area as a member of the Lind branch of the Genoa Chamber of Commerce.

At first, Miss Boshia was very happy about this, thinking that she could finally use her excellent talents to move among many forces, stir up the vortex of events, and become a true spy queen in the shadows.

But when the man in front of her came to her door, Miss Boxia felt that she seemed to be passively involved in a troublesome incident without stirring up the vortex!

Of course, she didn't know that the real storm was caused by someone else...

"Oh, I'm so sorry to trouble the beautiful and kind Miss Boshia again." The young necromancer said in a sweet voice, which made the half-elf's expression even uglier.

"Every time I hear you say this, I know it's not good!" Bo Xia, sitting on the sofa with his long legs crossed, raised his hand to support his forehead, feeling a throbbing pain in his head.

"How come nothing good happens? This time I come here with full sincerity." Ka Yang spread his hands exaggeratedly and cried out in injustice with emotion.

"Oh? Really? I didn't see it." Bai Xia sneered and glanced at Khayang.

But the guy who was staring at the messy hair the color of dry grass actually took out a heavy canvas purse from the suitcase.

With a bang, the purse fell onto the coffee table in front of the sofa. The white canvas bag embroidered with currency unit marks tilted forward, and a pile of shiny gold coins leaked out of the opening.

There are not only gold ecu issued by Lind, but also gold pounds from Elrond, and even the more valuable Elrond Royal Rose. This large-denomination gold coin engraved with the Elrond royal red rose emblem is ten times more valuable than the ordinary Elrond gold pound.

Even Miss Boshia, who only saw money as a number, couldn't help but look surprised.

"You robbed the Lind Central Bank?" The half-elf lady who ran away from home to become a spy couldn't help but ask in surprise.

"No, no, no." Khayon raised his index finger and shook it, with a fake smile that made you want to punch him.

"I just collected some interest from the vampires." The necromancer said lightly.

"Wait! Did you actually take over that bloodthirsty cruise ship?" Bai Xia looked at Ka Yang in shock.

The bloodthirsty cruise ship, of course, refers to a much larger ship than the one controlled by the vampire Count Lesombra.

The news of the sheriff's bravery in solving the strange case had long been publicized by Lind's newspapers and was known to the world. While people admired the old sheriff's perseverance in solving the case for ten years and his courage to enter the devil's den alone, they were also extremely shocked by the bloody tragedy that occurred on the cruise ship.

So, that cruise ship is also called the bloody cruise ship.

"I am not talented, it's just me." Ka Yang said with a reserved smile.

Then, he paused and added without changing his expression:

"Of course, there was another companion who provided a little help."

"Tsk, this is unbelievable." Bai Xia looked up and down at Ka Yang, and felt that his opinion of this person had changed a lot.

"Tell me, what's your business this time?" The half-elf held up her breasts, which were larger than natural breasts but also more rigid.

Khayon's eyes, narrowed into slits, opened slightly to reveal a hint of contempt, which he quickly covered with a false smile.

"An absolutely safe and reliable identity." The necromancer said bluntly.

"Two, to be exact."

"Safe and reliable? Or two? This kind of thing is not easy to deal with." Bai Xia frowned.

"If I didn't need that kind of completely reliable identity, I wouldn't be embarrassed to trouble you, Miss Boshia." Ka Yang continued in a flattering tone.

"Please stop your useless flattery." The half-elf female spy leader rolled her eyes at him and said unhappily.

"For the sake of the money and the previous information, I will help you again." Boshia kicked the purse.

"How do you describe your identity and background?"

Khayang rolled his eyes, thought for a moment, and then said immediately:

"I'm a small mage from the southern provinces who came to Lutetia looking for a job. My style is ordinary, as long as I'm not a wild mage. In short, the more inconspicuous the better."

"As for the other man, well, he's an alchemist who came to Linde from Genoa looking for advancement opportunities. He studied under Master Isaac Newton of the Metallurgical School, the alchemist who invented the new coinage method."

"The first one is easy, but the second one is a bit troublesome. Things like forging identities are always the easier it is to be exposed." Bai Xia twitched his face, revealing a look that said, "I knew you were up to no good."

"Don't worry, the alchemist is dead. Of course, he died of natural causes. We are just borrowing his name."

"As for the alchemist disguised as the School of Molten Metal, don't worry, that guy has an absolutely reliable counterfeit Ring of Truth in his hand." Speaking of the ring, Khayon's expression became a little strange.

"Are you sure? The Ring of Truth is not easy to forge." Boshia looked at the other party suspiciously.

"Don't worry, except that it has not been registered with the Genoa Alchemist Association, the Golden Ring of Truth is no different from the real one." Khayon shrugged and said very confidently.

"If you're not lying, then it's indeed feasible." Bo Xia still didn't quite believe it, but since that was the case, she had no reason to continue refusing.

"So, do you have his portrait? Let me see it." The half-elf female spy chief said casually.

Khayon's expression froze, and although he concealed it well, a little cold sweat seeped out of his back.

"A portrait? Yes, of course." As he said that, the young necromancer immediately took out a lifelike sketch.

"The painting is very good. You are worthy of being a necromancer who has studied human anatomy." Boxia took the drawing and praised it.

Then, her eyes suddenly focused on the portrait.

"Why does this person look familiar?"

"Ahahaha, you must have seen it wrong. I just met him on the ship." Ka Yang lied without any hesitation.

"Oh, probably. You know that Elrond's last experience made me a little... sensitive." Boshia showed a very complicated expression, as if he couldn't bear to look back on the past.

"Indeed, that is indeed uncomfortable." Ka Yang nodded vigorously, absolutely certain.

After confirming to accept the commission, Boshia called out to Kayon before he left.

"By the way, during this period, you'd better stay away from the factory area at night. There are bad rumors there."

"Bad rumors? What exactly are they?" Ka Yang looked at the other party in confusion.

"I haven't got the detailed information yet." Boshia hesitated.

"It is said, just said."

"There are monsters out there."

Putting aside the shady dealings here, there were other people who also had trouble sleeping on this night that was destined to be bustling and noisy.

"Bring me some wine! Andy, bring me some wine! I'm dying of thirst!"

At the Abagnon Textile Factory, a rough voice cut through the night sky.

The butler Andy hurriedly walked towards the two-story villa where the sound came from with chilled wine.

As he pushed open the door of the master's study, he felt a wave of heat hitting him.

Then, the servant was a little surprised to see that although it was already spring and the weather was not so cold, the owner of the house, Mr. Abagnon, was still sitting in front of the blazing fireplace.

Although he couldn't understand the other party's thoughts, the honest servant didn't think much about it. He just followed his master's instructions and placed the chilled wine on the low table next to the sofa.

At this time, Andy was somewhat surprised to find that the heat wave did not seem to come solely from the fireplace, and Mr. Abagnon seemed to be emitting heat no less than that of the fireplace.

"What are you looking at? Put down the wine!" Abagon, with a pale face and sweating profusely, shouted harshly.

"Yes, yes, yes." Andy quickly put down the chilled wine and respectfully backed out of the room.

Only after watching the other party leave did Abagnon breathe a sigh of relief.

Then he rushed to the bottle like a desert traveler who had not had water for many days.

I don’t know where this strange strength came from, but Abagnon actually bit off the cork from the bottle with his teeth, and then couldn’t wait to pour the wine into the goblet.

Without taking the time to sober up, the fifty-year-old miser poured all the cold red liquid into his mouth.

However, as soon as the cold wine touched his tongue, it evaporated quickly like cold water falling on a hot pot, rising into a mist that floated outward.

"No! How could this happen? It's not right? It shouldn't be like this!" Abagnon threw the glass to the ground with a ferocious expression, and directly picked up the whole bottle of wine and poured it into his mouth.

The wine flowed out of the bottle freely.

As a result, the factory owner's ears and nose were like chimneys connected to a steam engine, constantly emitting large amounts of steam mixed with red water vapor.

Gradually, when the cold wine in the bottle was completely drained, a dark red flame lit up deep in Abagnon's mouth.

"Master, I forgot to open it for you..." Andy suddenly pushed the door open and was completely frightened by the horrifying scene in front of him.

"I'm so thirsty!" Master Abagnon said word by word, with red light coming out of his mouth.

The next moment, a short scream was heard in the house, followed by the sound of something heavy falling and the terrible sound of flesh being torn.

The night is not over yet.

Chapter 33: Difficult to Move Forward

When the cock crowed for the third time, the night was over.

Everything before the sun rose seemed to be swallowed up by the dark night, without causing any ripples.

Alvin, who was in Lutetia, the capital of Lind and had not yet obtained legal identification, did not act rashly.

He even tried to persuade Diana not to act rashly, telling her that doing so would likely alert the factory owner, causing the relevant evidence to be covered up or destroyed in advance.

So Diana and Mother Theresa stayed to take care of the sick children, while Dominic took Ivan to visit several workers who also worked in the Abagnon factory.

Although the sturdy young man was initially frightened by the large-caliber pistol that Ivan suddenly pulled out, he didn't ask any further questions after hearing Ivan's unreliable but convincing explanation: "As an alchemist, it's perfectly normal for me to carry around my own imitation magical equipment."

As a gang member living in the downtown area, Dominic knows that it is better not to know too much about some things.

Besides, Alvin cured little Julian and the others' illnesses, which was enough for Dominic to selectively ignore those suspicious aspects.

Initially, they interviewed several workers from other nearby factories. Although they were similarly sallow and thin, they did not suffer from acute heavy metal poisoning. Even if they were ill, their condition was not as severe as that of Julian and his companions.

In other words, it is very likely that only the workers at the Abagnon Textile Factory experienced such a situation.

So Dominic took Alvin to find a worker who also worked in the factory.

"Something is really wrong in that factory recently. Many people feel unwell, especially the young child workers. I heard that many of them have fallen ill." A worker who kept coughing and looked quite old said intermittently.

He looks like he is close to fifty years old, but in fact he is a middle-aged man who is just over thirty-five years old.

"Do you know where those child laborers usually live?" Dominic said while standing outside the door. This was also a necessary situation. Residents in the downtown area usually would not let strangers approach their homes.

The worker was able to open the door and talk to them only because of the jingling silver coins and the fact that he was a gang member.

"Ahem, most of the child laborers live directly in the factory. Most of their families can no longer afford to raise children, or they are simply orphans. But to be honest, we haven't seen them for a while." The worker leaned against the broken wooden door vigilantly and talked to the two people through the open door, as if this could give him some sense of security.

"When did this situation begin?" Ivan asked in a slow tone:

"Two weeks, no, almost three weeks." The worker's words were a little confusing, but he finally gave a relatively accurate answer.

"Three weeks ago. Oh, that's right, after that weird machine that's always spewing steam moved in."

"It's obvious that some hard work has been replaced by machines, but people are starting to feel something is wrong. But Mr. Abagnon said that's just because we have too much free time than before and want to be lazy, which makes us feel uncomfortable." The worker pursed his lips, which looked even drier after half of his teeth fell out, and looked quite helpless.

"Machine?" Alvin frowned. If the raw materials or production methods were changed, it would be consistent with his previous inference that 'harmful materials or dangerous production methods led to heavy metal poisoning of workers'.

But how could a machine, a steam engine used to provide power, cause heavy metal poisoning to the workers working around it?

His logic of thinking was temporarily deadlocked. Perhaps only by seeing the machine with his own eyes could he make further inferences.