Infrastructure starts from the game

"You really want to go to Cecilia City by yourself? Can't I go and have a look instead of you?"

Nightingale asked unwillingly.

Their youngest son, Didi, wiped away tears: "I will never play games again, Dad, please don't leave."

The townspeople also persuaded: "If you care so much about the magic broom, you can get someone to bring one back for you!"

"I'm not willing to take a look at it myself." Singer shook his head with a wry smile. "For me, this is almost an obsession."

The decline of the magic gear began with the broomstick he made.

Although no one blamed the singer, and everyone thought it was a historical necessity, the singer always had a grudge.

He doesn't think that what Magic Gear is selling is the batch of magic brooms he made, but no matter what kind of magic brooms are, they are all magic commodities that people once thought were destined to be eliminated. Even trading with demons can't change people's thinking , so the singer wants to see how the current magic gear sells those brooms.

He even risked his life.

At this moment, the truck driver who was waiting on the side shouted unbearably:

"You guys are really enough, just go to the city of Cecilia! You don't want to die, okay?! How can I pull him over, and I can pull him back! If you don't believe me, you can hand over Give me a life guarantee, and I will refund the money if the promise is not fulfilled."

"Look, even the bus captain promised that," Singer hugged his wife and son, "I will come back safely."

But he didn't mean to pay a "life guarantee".

This driver is a goblin, but everyone knows the reputation of the goblins. No matter whether they have done something or not, there is a high probability that they will not want to get back the money given to them.

The singer only gave the travel expenses.

"Stingy!" the driver muttered, throwing the gold coin into the small pot.

"Whether there is a life guarantee or not, isn't it natural for you to guarantee the life of the guests?" the singer complained.

"That's not necessarily true. Most of my 'guests' are lifeless." The goblin driver patted the back compartment.

The carriage is full of waste magic crystals.

This is a very common magic material. Its ingredients are similar to magic crystals, but it is called "waste magic crystal" because of its insufficient magic power concentration. use.

The town of Geluglu has a very good vein of waste magic crystals, which was an important mining area in the age of magic.

——That's why the singer established a friendly relationship with this town when purchasing materials, and chose to live in seclusion here.

However, with the end of the magic era and the reduction of alchemy products, the sales of the waste magic crystals in Geluglu Town have disappeared, and it has become an ordinary border town.

Singer was surprised when he saw the waste magic crystals in the carriage: "So many? Can you sell them?"

"If I can't sell it, why should I pull it over?" The goblin driver said, "The demand for magic materials in Cecilia City has recovered a little bit, and I want to try my new car."

Has the demand for magic materials recovered?Then the big sale on the magic broom sounds more likely to be true.

The singer thought to himself.

Although he kept warning himself to lower his expectations, he couldn't help but look forward to it.

The goblin driver didn't notice the complicated mood of the passengers. It boasted: "Have you noticed my car? I newly remodeled it, using the steam technology that you humans have recently developed? The number of goods pulled has increased It’s a lot more energy-efficient, but it’s too smelly and dirty, even if I use the magic core to improve it, it’s too smelly, and it’s almost worrying that it will attract monsters!”

"Warcraft? Doesn't it matter?" Singer couldn't help but frowned upon hearing this, "I warned you that I could easily attract a monster, right? I even paid twice the fare for it."

Saying so, the singer rubbed his knees.

Under his empty trousers, there are two groups of black mist that cannot be eliminated, which are the "marks of the demons".

When the singer found out that his apprentice was sacrificed, he tried to regain the other party's soul, but the demons planted this mark, so that he would be perceived by the demons from a distance, which is why the singer did not dare to approach Sai The reason for the city of Silia.

As long as the demons still exist, the singer is really risking his life when he enters Cecilia City.

The goblin was unimpressed.

"Hey, this is a metaphor, don't you understand the metaphor?" The goblin driver said brazenly beating the horn of the steam car in the wilderness, "And the smell of coal is completely different from the smell of the demons! You human males My magic perception is so low that I can't even tell the difference."

But humans have learned, at least they can use magic!

You goblins have a completely forbidden magic physique, and you can't use a single magic.

The singer complained in his heart, but didn't say it directly.

After all, it would be no good to offend the driver during a long-distance trip. It would take them another week and a half to reach Cecilia!

"Boss, are you really going to let us take charge of this project?"

Erbi asked nervously.

Angel looked at Erbi with an expression of "What the hell are you talking about at this time".

At this time, they have already completed the plan for the magic network shop in the Academy City, and even completed the layout of several key magic power base stations in the periphery.

Erbi wasn't that unreliable, he just couldn't believe it.

"For such a big project, we just entered the magic gear..." Erbi laughed dryly.

"Because I don't have anyone," Angel said without any concealment, and isn't it normal for an important project to find a headhunter with sufficient skills?It's strange to be temporarily promoted to subordinates who are not strong enough!

The two rune masters have no concept of this, after all they have been used as technicians.

Hearing what Angor said, Erbi had a new worry: "Lack of manpower... Boss, if you don't know the magic power base station in the entire Academy City, let me and Neil build it!" Academy City is so big , even senior rune masters will be exhausted.

"Of course not," Angor said, "you follow me to learn the important base stations in the early stage, and I will send... some rune apprentices to help with the smaller base stations in the later stage."

When you said to send rune apprentices over, boss, you hesitated, right?You don't really want to send someone, do you?

Erbi was even more worried.

He had seen how busy the magic gear was, and he didn't think that Angel could spare many people.

In this regard, Nair is much more reliable than Erbi.

As a rune master trained by the Royal Mage Tower, he has a lot of project management experience.

Nair wrote on the slate: "I know some rune masters in the capital, can you introduce them to work on magic gear?"

He never mentioned that those rune masters used to be his subordinates, and he didn't ask to transfer them to his project, he was satisfied only by letting them enter the magic gear.

This request happened to be that Angel did not know how to mention it to Neil.

Angel nodded as if he didn't know anything: "Yes, if they are available talents, their travel expenses can be reimbursed by the workshop, and if they are successfully recruited, I can give you a certain amount of introduction fees."

"Really? I also know quite a few rune masters!" Erbi immediately said cheerfully.

The resource he has at hand is the wild rune masters like him. Maybe the number is not as large as Nair at the beginning, but it is a long-term resource.

Angor nodded in satisfaction, and was very happy that he had another stable employee extraction (X) employment channel.

At this time, the goblins shouted:

"Hei, Mr. Heipao, the mushrooms here are ready!"

At some point, this group of alien races seemed to become Angor's employees, especially the goblins, who almost took over the mushroom planting work in the whole city.

"Thank you." Angel nodded.

The goblins cheered, as if they had received some great praise.

Erbi looked at the fairies strangely.

He heard a high-ranking mage mention that goblins look cute, but they are actually very snobbish creatures who only please the strong (the strong in their eyes) and tease the weak, but these goblins are becoming more and more respectful to Angel look.

Unbeknownst to Erbi, the goblins have their own agendas.

"Praised!"

"Praised!"

The goblins are very cute and circle around, very pure.

Only the most arrogant one sang the opposite tune as always: "Why are you so happy! Although that human is also named Angel, it may not be Cecilia!"

The goblins chirped and said:

"Anyway, it's a name, there is no loss to please it first."

"That's right! Names can't be chosen randomly. The same name often shares the same fate, so no matter from which angle you look at it, it won't hurt you to please the human named Angel!"

"And the mushrooms he grows are very magical!"

"Yes, yes! Even if Angel is an ordinary person, as long as he can plant mushrooms in every corner of the world, we are willing to help him!"

The aquarium on one side couldn't help laughing: "You guys really like mushrooms!"

"Because the colony is the core of the forest," said the goblin, "if this Mr. Angel can really plant mushrooms in the entire area as he said, then he is the owner of this area. What can't be done!"

"Okay! Seeing this railroad track means that we are approaching the city of Academy, and the remaining distance is only halfway."

The goblin driver said happily.

He then glanced at his passenger worriedly: "Are you okay?"

"It's okay!" Singer poured down a bottle of alchemy potion with a pale face.

He has been in the car for five days.

In the past five days, the singer has been relying on the alchemy potion that he carries with him to continue his life.

He dared not drink water or eat, because as a disabled person, any physical activity would create unnecessary burden.

The goblin driver didn't think he was "okay".

Goblins never understand how human beings are willing to torture themselves like this for a little obsession.

"If you are too uncomfortable, how about taking the train from here? I heard that this vehicle is quite comfortable to sit on," the goblin driver urged, "Ah, of course, this is recommended in consideration of your body, and It's not that I can't perform my duties, so the second half of the travel expenses will not be refunded to you."

"...I'm not planning to transfer." The singer said.

"mean."

The goblin didn't know how many times he said it.

But even if Singer died in its car, it doesn't matter, anyway, it won't be responsible: "Then sit down, and enter the forest area from here, the journey below will be a bit bumpy."

"……Well!"

Singer wanted to answer, but the car jumped up immediately, and Singer had to drink the remaining half bottle of alchemy potion.

But when the singer finally recovered, he found that the car was not moving.

"What's wrong?" the singer asked dying.

"It's blocked." The goblin driver cursed.

The singer looked up and found that on the track ahead, a long train was lying here like a long snake, which just blocked the intersection ahead, so several other convoys also stopped here.

"You can get out of the car and rest. It seems that we can't leave for the time being." The goblin driver said that he had already opened the door on his side and wanted to jump down.

"Will the train stay at this station long?" asked the singer.

"Not sure, it depends on the concentration of magic power."

"Magic concentration?" The singer was taken aback.

"That's right, the concentration is different between the continental plates. From here is the area that officially enters the Cagoffin Plain, and it is also the area where the magic power is the most unstable. You don't think that the iron carriages invented by you humans can resist changes in the concentration of magic power. Right!" the goblin driver asked strangely.

The singer really doesn't know.

Before he left Magic Gear, he regarded technology as a competitor, and subscribed to related newspapers and magazines, but none of them mentioned trains and magic concentration. It seems that in front of technology, such as magic tide Magic storms and other magic riots that once caused all kinds of troubles to all creatures seemed to disappear by themselves.

Singer suspected that it was a commercial secret, so he never mentioned it, but that's not the case from the goblin's tone.

"...Doesn't the train have a way to deal with changes in the concentration of magic power?"

"Yes, old-fashioned! You can use the magic balance device," the goblin driver said, "but that consumes a lot of magic power, and ordinary people can't afford it, so they have to control the speed of the car and stop for a while at each station to wait for the magic power When the concentration becomes appropriate, we can start again.”

The goblin said so, and his big ears moved: "However, it will take a long time to adjust the concentration of magic power this time. Whether we can leave today is a problem!"

Hearing what the goblin said, Singer couldn't sit still in the car.

He didn't get out of the car for a few days, and he really wanted to move his body, but creatures like goblins don't have the character to help for free. Singer didn't want to spend money in this kind of place, so he had to hold up his wheelchair first, and struggled Put it under the car.

However, the singer's difficult situation did not last long, and he quickly supported his wheelchair with strength.

"Sir, do you need help?"

"Let me come!"

There was a childish voice from the car, and then the singer's wheelchair was placed on the ground smoothly. Several teenagers and girls were smiling at the singer, and the taller boy among them stretched out his hand to the singer.

"Thank you." Singer didn't refuse their help. He looked at the uniforms on these children gratefully and asked, "Are you from Academy City? But I remember that it's been a while since I left school?"

"Yes, but I have to go earlier because of the course/teacher's order/work-study." The group of students replied in a hurry.

Judging from the fact that they didn't take the train, but followed the convoy, they were about the same as the singer, and they were children living in nearby towns.

Singer was very happy to meet such kind-hearted young people, and chatted happily with them.

He had had enough of the goblins nagging.

It was just such a stop, but they didn't expect to be hit by the goblin's crow's mouth, and everyone really stayed until night.

The people who used to pass this route seemed to be quite used to this situation. They set up tents to spend the night here, and even gave a tent to the singer and the goblin driver.

At midnight, the singer was suddenly awakened by a goblin.

"Don't sleep! Something serious happened!" the goblin yelled.

It not only woke up the singer, but also knocked on the washbasin between the tents, waking everyone up.

"What's the matter, the monster is here?" the singer asked in a panic.

"No, it's worse than that!" The goblin cried desperately, "We seem to be trapped by magic power!"

What do you mean?

People looked at the goblin strangely, and some people looked around and realized something was wrong.

They noticed that the entire tent area was surrounded by fog, and the fog was like a wall, wrapping the entire area tightly, and even the nearby train disappeared.

Residents near the Misty Forest have heard of this situation:

"Is this the 'Hidden Fog' of the Misty Forest?"

"How is it possible? We haven't entered the foggy forest at all, we're still on the periphery!"

"We won't just be eaten by the fog!"

The people in the convoy shouted in panic.

Although these ordinary people are not aware of the "Great Disappearance Incident" in the magic world, they have heard horror stories about people accidentally entering the foggy forest and disappearing. No one thought that one day it would be their turn.

In fact, it shouldn't have happened.

Based on long-term exploration, people gradually found a road in the foggy forest that would not cause problems. For example, the train track chose such a passage. It is also because of this that the convoy needs to share an intersection with the train, and it is also because the vicinity belongs to the " Absolutely safe" area.

But today why...

Singer subconsciously glanced at his knees.

Then he shook his head and told himself not to be overwhelmed - even if this is the mark of the demons, it should not have that much ability to change the concentration of magic power - the most important thing now is how to get out of here.

Singer thought so, and noticed that the students who had helped him during the day were standing near their tents, looking at the chaotic camp in fear.

Ahh, they are the ones who are most afraid at this time.

The singer took a deep breath and said loudly:

"clam down!"

When he spoke like this, he revealed the magic circle on the tip of his tongue.

The magic circle glowed, and his words became like singing. The singing with the cool taste of mint chilled the brains of the chaotic crowd, and calmed down involuntarily.

"...Are you a magician?"

The owner of one of the car teams looked at the singer excitedly and asked.

In such a desperate situation, the existence of the magician can solve many problems.

"I am an alchemist." The singer said, but he knew that in the eyes of ordinary people, there is no obvious difference between a magician and an alchemist.

Singer is not going to correct this: "The current situation is not the worst! I can draw a magic circle and temporarily guard this area so that it will not be completely swallowed by the fog."

"Then what are you waiting for, draw quickly!" the goblin driver urged.

The singer glanced at it.

"But it's useless to just defend. There are so many of us, but we haven't prepared much water and food. Even if there is a magic circle to stop the fog, we are just waiting to die." The singer watched the people show panic expressions again because of his words, But without giving these people a chance to think, the singer continued: "So, before the fog swallows us up, it's best to let some people leave here and go to the outside world to help us!"

Saying so, the singer pointed to the students: "Considering that the city of Academy is nearby, it is the most appropriate way for these children to escape to find their teachers."

"Huh?" Surprised expressions appeared on the uneasy faces of the students.

Others discussed in low voices, but no one objected.

Singer secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and he asked the goblin: "You said before that your car can be modified with runes, right? Where is the core? I will add a few magic circles—if there is enough power, it will be enough to make it Break through the fog—but first, unload the cart."

Otherwise, the car doesn't have much room for people.

"Huh? But this is my most important cargo!" the goblin driver shouted dissatisfied.

At this time, a few nickels were thrown in front of it.

"Even if we bought it, it's okay, right?" said a strong man. He rolled up his sleeves and looked at the carriage. "Are you going to unload them all?"

"As much as it can be unloaded!" Singer glanced at the mist and said nervously.

The people in the other convoys nodded and started unloading. Singer also came near the engine, took out tools and began to draw a magic circle. Although the goblin driver looked dissatisfied, he did not stop him.

Only the students realized what was going on, and they said to the adults: "For example, if you need to ask the teacher for help, one or two of us can go out, and let the other seats be given to those who need it more!"

"Stop talking!" The adults yelled back their opinions.

Singer finally finished remodeling the car when the mist engulfed half of the camp.

"Rush out in the direction with the lowest concentration of magic power!" the singer ordered.

"Hey, I don't need a human to teach me magic perception!" said the goblin driver.

It didn't talk nonsense, turned the steering wheel, and drove the vehicle with the students into the fog.

The people present watched this scene quietly, hoping to witness a miracle.

And the truck drawing the magic circle really tore through the fog. Just when people wanted to cheer, the scene behind the fog made them stunned.

"Wait a minute, that's—"

wall? !

Why do mud walls appear in forests that were originally clearings? !Even if it is a train in that direction, it is normal!

But it was too late to brake at this time, and people watched the truck crash into the mud wall. Although the golden magic circle wrapped the front of the car, it prevented the goblin and the students in the car from turning into flesh. fate, but what happened next made people even more terrified——

They found that with this impact, not only did the wall shake, the floor under their feet shook, and even dirt and stones collapsed from above their heads!

"No, we're in a cave!"

And it's still a very fragile cave that collapses on impact!

People finally discovered the truth, and screamed in confusion, but to no avail, the soil fell from above, and everything was instantly buried.

But the dirt is mixed with shiny mycelia.

"Boss, a landslide accident occurred at directions 867 and 977!"

"However, it seems that it is outside the Academy City. Can the mycelium grow so far?"

"...Let's go and see!"

When the singer opened his eyes again, he found himself in a pure white room.

But before he could think of anything, he heard a cheerful voice: "Sir, are you awake?"

The singer saw a boy jumping in front of him.

It was one of the teenagers he wanted to rescue before.

"Here is..." the singer asked with difficulty.

"The infirmary of Academy City!" The young man happily reported, "The magic reaction created by your magic circle shook the school's newly built magic network. This black-robed gentleman discovered the collapse and rushed over to save us! "

But the young man spoke too fast, half of the singers didn't understand.

The singer only followed the boy's words, rolled his eyes and looked to the side, and saw a young man in black robe standing coldly near his hospital bed.

Is he a teacher at school?

Academy City will use black robes as teachers?

The singer was thinking chaotically, trying to organize words with his still not sober mind, trying to thank the other party.

The black robe looked at the singer and said, "I saw the magic circle you drew. It's very beautiful. I heard that you are an alchemist? Are you interested in working in my workshop?"

What do you mean?

The singer's brain couldn't understand the meaning of the other party's words for a while, but his tongue responded as if he had self-awareness: "...I'm sorry, I'm going to visit my former employer."

"Oh, that's fine."

The black robe left disappointed.

Wait, you are standing by my hospital bed just to ask this question?

Singer suddenly felt that he had done a big bad thing.