Elves: Dark Ages

Chen Yang left the mall.

He was walking on the street, but he was thinking in his mind.

Chen Yang was vaguely aware of the look in the young gentleman's eyes just now, and he felt a little strange.

Chen Yang took out his business card and looked at it carefully.

On the business card, it says: "Bolins Eric"

Chen Yang frowned when he saw this name.

Bolins Eric?

Where have you heard this name before?

Chen Yang couldn't figure it out and put the business card in his arms:

"The Eric family has nothing to do with me?"

The bustling scene on the street made Chen Yang feel calm.

"Sell newspapers! Sell newspapers!"

Suddenly, a burst of shouting broke through the noisy street.

Chen Yang turned around and saw a thin young man running over with a copy of "Morning News" in his arms.

Wearing steam-powered spring shoes on his feet, the boy could run very fast, constantly jumping in mid-air, and his speed was several times faster than that of a normal person.

The young man's complexion was pale and his face was tired, but his eyes were full of excitement.

He ran to Chen Yang and stopped, kicking his legs hard to stabilize his body with the help of strength.

"Want to buy a newspaper?"

"how much is it?"

Chen Yang asked with a smile.

"Sir, just eight gold crowns!"

The young man replied quickly.

Chen Yang grabbed the gold crown, handed it to him, and said:

"This is for you, don't look for it."

"Thank you!"

The young man quickly took it and turned around to run back, but he suddenly found that Chen Yang's palms had some stains on them.

"sorry sir."

He turned around apologetically and took out a tissue to help Chen Yang wipe off the stains on his hands.

"It's nothing, don't worry about it."

Chen Yang waved his hand and looked at the content published in the newspaper.

His eyebrows immediately raised:

[The new gym leader of Tuon Town has been confirmed to be Adam Owen, the eldest son of Baron Owen. 】

[The Survey Corps’ arrest operation has made progress, and three elf thieves have been captured so far. 】

[The Dark Parliament and the Light Cult are at odds with each other. This time they have joined forces to target the Light Cult, including three members. The identities of the members have not yet been identified. 】

[The Valk faction held a large march in Shacheng to oppose the rule and exploitation of the nobles and plutocrats. 】

Chen Yang watched with gusto, and the corner of his mouth curved:

"The Cult of Light..."

"One day I will step on it and let it become the dust of history!"

Chen Yang continued to read the newspaper.

The newspaper published information about the recent situation of the Illuminati Cult, as well as a photo.

The photo shows a group of priests from the Illuminati Cult riding horses.

There are more than a dozen people in these sacrifices, the most eye-catching is the old man riding a heavy mud horse.

I saw the Vulcan Moth behind him, emitting monstrous flames, making the entire photo look like a scorching sun.

"Vulcan moth..."

Chen Yang tightened his black robe tightly and remained silent.

He folded the newspaper and stuffed it into his arms.

Chen Yang raised his head and glanced at the sky, which was filled with white mist and the sunlight had been blocked.

"It's time to go to the next location."

He walked to the taxi and was about to take out his wallet, but found that it had been lost at some point.

Chen Yang's pupils shrank, the newsboy's movements flashed in his mind, and he suddenly turned his head, only to see that the newsboy had long disappeared.

"Damn, you were so careless!"

He cursed lowly and looked around quickly.

But at the moment, the sky was gloomy and there were many pedestrians on the street. Chen Yang searched for a long time but could not find any clues.

Looking at the docile horse, he was in a very bad mood. He shook his head and asked the coachman:

"Can I pay with a credit machine?"

"Ok, Ok."

The carriage master nodded repeatedly.

Chen Yang got on the carriage and the carriage drove slowly away, gradually away from the city center.

……

In a high-end villa.

"Father, I have found a suitable candidate to participate in the fighting competition."

The young gentleman entered the study.

In the study, sitting next to the desk was a man of about fifty years old. He was tall, with a restrained aura, and exuded strong coercion.

This man is the current head of the Eric family, Ted Eric.

Hearing this, he put down the newspaper and said calmly: "Who?"

"An interesting man."

replied the young gentleman.

Ted raised his eyebrows lightly: "Are you sure?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.

dong dong!

"Come in!"

Ted responded.

The door opened and an old servant in gray clothes walked in from the outside.

He held a letter in his hand and said respectfully:

"Master, this is an invitation letter sent to you by Baron Owen."

Ted took the letter and opened it, reading it only once, with a faint sneer on his lips:

"Pedantic old-fashioned aristocrat!"

"You guys go down and I'll think about it."

He waved his hand to the young gentleman and the old servant and gave instructions.

Everyone bowed and retreated.

Ted took the invitation and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, placing the invitation on the windowsill, overlooking the town of Tuon below.

……

In the noisy industrial market, the smell of engine oil mixed with rat urine floats in the air.

Chen Yang walked on the streets of the market, his eyes scanning various mechanical parts.

The most common ones in the industrial market are various gears, bearings, and spare parts, and most of the mechanical parts are very new, obviously they have just been manufactured.

The population here is dense and there is a constant flow of people.

Chen Yang saw what he wanted in a pile of brass-colored metal parts.

"Boss, how can I sell a continuously adjustable supercharger?"

Chen Yang looked at his boss.

The boss looked like a mechanic, short and fat, with freckles on his face, and a simple and honest look.

The two steam mechanical tentacles behind the back are transforming the parts of the aircraft.

There are several gear sets and gears floating in the air in the shop.

They saw Chen Yang's arrival and floated around him curiously.

The boss glanced at Chen Yang:

"Elf trainer?"

Chen Yang retreated slightly, avoiding these gears.

"how do you know?"

You know, he didn't release the swamp jumping fish. The boss actually saw through it at a glance.

"Adjust the supercharger to create load-bearing equipment for use on fighting elves."

"This kind of equipment generally has high performance and is suitable for elf training."

Chen Yang looked around and saw that there was no one else, so he asked:

"How to calculate the price of a supercharger?"

The fat boss held out five fingers:

"Five thousand gold crowns."

He paused and said:

"The equipment can be made in an hour."

"Five thousand dollars?"

Chen Yang felt a little painful, but he still nodded and scanned 1w from the credit machine.

I spent more than 3 yuan on this trip. Including the cost of purchasing a supercharger, I now have less than yuan left.

Trainer is a really expensive profession.

Chen Yang was silent for a while and then said:

"Remember to add some elasticity, gravity alone is not enough."

"By the way, please help me transform it according to my body data."

"no problem."

The fat boss nodded.

He raised the mechanical arm next to him, and a green light scanned Chen Yang's body.

Soon, the data composed of muscles and bones appeared in his eyes.

"Huh? Fighter!"

The fat boss said in surprise.

Chen Yang said doubtfully:

"what happened?"

This was the second time he heard news from the fighter today.

"Your physical strength is far beyond that of ordinary humans."

"As long as you take that step, you can successfully reach the standard of a fighter."

The fat boss stared at Chen Yang, his tone full of shock.

“What step does it take to reach the standard?”

Chen Yang asked curiously.

The fat boss shook his head:

"This is a secret among fighters, and I don't know."

After saying this, he began to manipulate the steam mechanical arm to modify the load-bearing spring device.

Chen Yang stood aside and waited quietly.

After about two hours.

Fat Boss is finally finished.

"You try it and see the effect."

The fat boss pointed at the load-bearing spring coil on the robotic arm.

Chen Yang picked up the spring coil, placed it on his chest, and pressed it hard.

Suddenly the gears started turning, and a steel ring-shaped spring rope quickly covered the body and limbs.

Along with the thick steam smoke, he felt two pressures instantly coming from the weight-bearing spring coat.

The force of gravity weighed him down, and his knees even buckled.

"Turn the button in the middle to adjust the gravity."

The fat boss reminded.

Chen Yang adjusted the gravity as the boss said.

Rumble.

Chen Yang only heard a violent friction sound in his ears, and then felt the pressure on his body suddenly reduce.

“Good value for money!”

This weight-bearing spring jacket is much stronger than the tattered ones I made.

Sure enough, professional things must be left to professionals.

The fat boss smiled and said:

"If you need anything else, just ask."

Chen Yang waved his hand:

"Next time I need you, I'll come back to you."

"no problem."

The fat boss nodded, turned around and walked to the back of the operation room, ready to continue studying the machinery.

Chen Yang was about to leave when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the steam aircraft:

"Boss, how much does a steam aircraft cost?"

The boss didn’t even raise his head and said calmly:

"Pton Flying Machine, priced at 200 gold crowns."

Chen Yang was secretly speechless.

"Ahem, I have something urgent to do, so I'll leave first."

He turned around and left towards the south of the city.