Chapter 130 Alchemy Golem Blueprints
Sixteen bronze-colored alchemical chariots rolled along the rain-soaked trade route, their steam pistons rhythmically spewing out white mist.
These transport vehicles, produced by the Federation of Lorthern, do not require animal power; instead, they are powered by miniature furnace engines embedded in the center of the chassis, which are now glowing a dark red light through the heat dissipation grilles.
Nick sat in the first carriage, his head resting on the Tiflin sorceress's plump, round thighs, looking quite relaxed.
"Maggie, is our truck still comfortable to sit in?"
Nick pinched the soft flesh between his fingers and said.
"You rascal, don't get too cocky."
The Tiaflin sorcerer glared with his sharp green eyes, slapped Nick's mischievous hand away, and said irritably, but the tenderness in his eyes was so deep that it couldn't be dispersed.
To outsiders, Nick is a glib and unreliable businessman.
But in Maggie's eyes, he was a lover who didn't mind her devilish bloodline and appearance at all, and made her feel comfortable in his presence.
Similarly.
To outsiders, Tieflin is evil and gloomy, but to Nick, he is a simple, honest, and innocent best partner.
He had experienced a failed marriage that left him with nothing.
He was utterly disillusioned with humanity, but found solace in Tifflin.
Six years ago.
Nick and Tifflin held a informal private wedding on the outskirts of Gilbert, inviting no more than five close friends, and became husband and wife in name only.
The reason it is said to be nominal is...
This is because the Lorthern Federation, to which they belong, does not support the union of humans and Tifflins, arguing that it would spread the demonic bloodline of the Tifflins and pose a potential risk to the social stability of the Lorthern Federation.
However, neither Nick nor Tifflin valued the marriage contract.
They cared more about each other and weren't bothered by it.
In the comfortable, smooth interior of the car, the sorceress gazed at the rain outside the window and suddenly changed the subject, whispering, "Nick, the mastermind behind all the monsters in the Scaled Earth Rift is no ordinary person. We shouldn't get any deeper into this mess."
"With our current wealth, the poison and curse on you can be resolved by paying a price."
"I know some high-ranking warlocks and spellcasters who can remove your poison and curses."
Nick's smile slowly faded.
He gazed into his lover's jewel-like, mesmerizing green eyes and said, "It's in my nature to pursue profit. I'm passionate about trading and enjoy the pleasure and satisfaction that comes from it."
He paused for a moment.
He continued, "Most importantly, I enjoy dealing with these monsters."
"They are straightforward and have clear goals, unlike our kind, who are deceitful, greedy, and may smile as they do business with you while secretly plotting to exploit you to the fullest extent."
He paused for two seconds, then sighed and said with some emotion, "Maggie, perhaps it's because I'm getting older, but I'm increasingly disliking all that scheming and backstabbing."
A deep bond with the Ironforge clan.
There was a threat of a curse originating from a warlock, but the most crucial factor was Nick's own thinking.
He was no longer young, and dealing with those more greedy and thirsty young merchants was becoming increasingly difficult and exhausting. So he simply focused all his time and energy on trading with the Ironforge Clan.
The sorceress looked down at her partner.
Nick is forty-two years old this year. As a pure human, he has entered middle age. Although he takes good care of himself, there are still many wrinkles on his face and some gray hair at his temples.
Time has left its mark on him.
In contrast, the sorceress.
With a trace of demonic blood, as a Typhoon, her normal lifespan is around 120 years, and she will gradually show signs of aging after the age of 60.
Thirty-six-year-old Maggie still looks like a human girl under twenty.
Her face was delicate, without wrinkles, and her skin was smooth and delicate.
"It's good to be deeply bound to the Ironforge Clan."
The sorceress said softly, "Nick, the lord behind the scenes might be the one who lets you live longer."
Nick nodded and said, "Not just me, I hope we can live together for a long time."
Although I have never seen the true form of the mastermind behind the scenes, nor have I ever had any dealings with him.
However, through years of in-depth cooperation, the two have also begun to have some suspicions.
"We've arrived at the agreed location."
A few minutes later, Nick leaned out of the observation window, his goggles fogged with the gloomy moisture of the rainy season.
Over the years.
The Ironforge clan traded with caravans directly along trade routes, rather than bringing the goods into their tribal territories.
The road directly ahead of the convoy.
Through the fine rain, one could see Frostfang, the warlock of the werewolf tribe, waiting by the roadside with his three-headed wolf rider, and a makeshift rain shelter set up nearby.
Then, look past the werewolves.
In the shadows around them, one could vaguely see some tall, muscular figures. They were indistinct and not clearly visible, but just by standing there without moving, they exuded an invisible sense of oppression.
The numerous guards in the convoy did not make any rash moves.
They had all been repeatedly warned by Nick that when they encountered werewolves in the Scaled Earth Rift, they must never draw their swords or show any hostility.
"Unload! Handle with care, do not litter!"
A young man of about twenty-eight years old, wearing a simple raincoat, got off the vehicle and directed the troll slaves to move the goods.
Cole, who was once Nick's apprentice, has grown up over the past ten years and is now capable of working independently. He is one of the key members of Nick's caravan.
Nick also got out of the car.
Although he had brought some rain gear, seeing the werewolves getting soaked in the rain, their fur drenched, Nick walked closer with a smile on his face, getting soaked as well.
"A total of twelve cartloads of black oil."
"The others are spirits, spices, dried fruit, and sweet wine. Forging molds with built-in temperature-regulating runes and crucible kits with embedded fire-attribute gems."
He pointed to the trucks that looked like giant beasts in the rain and said.
Black oil is an essential ingredient that remains constant.
Spirits, spices, forging molds and crucible kits were what Samantha wanted, while dried fruit and sweet wine were what the Iron Dragon Sorog requested, as this Iron Dragon unexpectedly had a fondness for desserts.
These are the sixteen cartloads of goods.
It's all used to satisfy the needs or enjoyment of a few dragons.
As for the monsters of the Ironclad Clan, the things their tribes wanted were mainly obtained through trade with other caravans traveling along the trade routes. The specific items that Nick's caravan brought each time, as requested, belonged to the dragon race.
Not long after.
All the goods were unloaded, counted by the werewolves, and then carried away box by box into the shadows, invisible to the naked eye, where they were carried away by those tall figures.
"Come with me, let's talk about what we need next time."
Frostfang beckoned to Nick, and together they went into the makeshift tent.
"The black oil and those little things remain unchanged."
Frostfang said, "In addition, we need an alchemical tool that can enhance gravity, a knowledge manual for each level of alchemy, and complete alchemical blueprints." After a pause, it added, "Ideally, we'd also need blueprints for an alchemical golem."
Alchemy manual, blueprints.
These were not Samantha's requests, but rather those of Iron Dragon Sorog.
Samantha proudly believed that the knowledge she had inherited was sufficient and the best in every aspect.
However, Tielong felt that alchemy was developing too fast, and the knowledge in the dragon lineage was likely outdated and insufficient. Therefore, the latest alchemy manuals and blueprints were needed.
And it wasn't just for Samantha's studies.
Those well-written alchemy manuals can train more alchemists for the Ironforge clan.
To construct large alchemical tools and alchemical golems, it often requires the collaboration of multiple alchemists.
It would take too long for a small number of alchemists to complete a large-scale creation, and they might not even be able to finish it even if they worked themselves to death. Even for dragon alchemists, completing a large-scale alchemical creation on their own is not an easy task. This is also the reason why Garos was unwilling to learn alchemy himself.
(End of this chapter)
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