Two days later in the afternoon, Mitris was walking in the underground commercial street that was connected to the Bastion Base, enjoying shopping.

At this moment, a sneaky man suddenly stopped in front of her and started talking nonstop:

"Hey! Ma'am, are you interested in learning more about the acting industry? We have insiders in our guild. With your appearance and conditions, you might have the opportunity to play some of the most important roles!"

Mitris subconsciously raised her arm, intending to show her mantis blade to let this guy who blocked her way without permission know that she was not someone to be trifled with.

But after hearing that the other party was complimenting her appearance, her vigilance eased a little.

Although her current appearance is somewhat different from before, she thinks that it is at least 70% similar to before, and she feels very pleased with the scout's words.

But despite all the talk and noise, Mitris had no intention of becoming an actress.

"You want me, a level 8 monk, to be your actor. Are you sure your guild can afford the price?"

Even if there are relatively many warriors, it would cost a lot of money to hire a level 8 warrior to act as a bodyguard, not to mention finding such a person to shoot a fantasy drama to entertain the public.

Although the actors in Eberron also belong to the upper class, they are definitely not as exaggerated as the movie and television stars in Carl's previous life.

Some magicians with excellent craftsmanship earn more than actors.

Upon hearing that Midris actually claimed to be an 8th-level monk, the scout paused for a moment, then immediately smiled apologetically and turned away.

As he walked, he whispered, "If you don't want to be one, then don't be one! What do you mean by level 8? Do you think you are a top student of Akanix like Lord Carl? Level 8 professionals go to the adventure zone to make a lot of money. Why would they hang around here? You don't know what's good for you, bah!"

With a perception of up to 16 points, Mitris is already very sharp, and Carl's prosthetic body allows her to hear most of the sounds around her.

These words reached her ears almost without any obstruction.

But what could she say? Show the monk's characteristics to the other party right there? That would be too stupid! "Huh? Wait! Are all the professionals above level 8 going to the adventure zone to make a lot of money? I haven't heard of any good opportunities to make money recently?"

Watching the scout leave in a daze, Mitris bought two pieces of clothing and then rushed back to the Bastion Base.

In the base, Nia was assembling a construct in the hall.

Judging from the style, this is an Iron Guardian that Carl jokingly calls a "heavy-armored bunny".

However, Nia made some changes to the head of this Iron Guard, making its appearance more similar to the helmet of Carl's power armor.

Similar to Carl's original design, this Iron Guardian can also transform into motorcycle mode.

As a battlefield craftsman, Nia's Iron Guard is more flexible to use than V.

"Nia, I just heard that all the high-level adventurers in Storm Bay have gone to the adventure zone. Has anything happened recently?"

Not long after receiving the three people, Mooreban went back into seclusion to study the Golden Spike Harp, and has not been seen since.

In the huge Bastion base, except for three living people, everyone else is a construct.

This meant that Nia and the other two did not know much about the news in the outside world, and they spent their whole days studying and doing nothing.

"Well, Lisanna asked around before and heard that it was a volcano that erupted. It is also said that the power of the wind elemental plane has penetrated into it, forming a storm that never dissipates."

While answering Mitris's questions, Nia finished modifying the structure of the Iron Guard.

With a tap of his fingers, the Iron Guard immediately regained its ability to move, floating quietly behind Nia.

At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open, and Lisanna ran back excitedly with spices and oil stains on her little face from eating barbecue.

"I think I have news about Brother Carl!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Nia and Mitris's eyes immediately focused on Lisanna.

But this girl put on airs at this time. She was obviously an 8th-level ranger, but she insisted on pretending that she was very tired from running and stood there to catch her breath.

After fully mobilizing Nia and Mitris' enthusiasm, Lisanna curved her lips and told them her own news.

“The first group of adventurers who came back said that the abnormality of the lonely mountain affected the entire core area. If Karl and his group really went to the core area to adventure, they would not have failed to discover it.

Since they haven't come back yet, they are either trapped in the ruins, or they fell into the dungeon like before."

After a very well-reasoned analysis, Lisanna put her hands on her hips, with an expression that said, "I'm awesome, right? Praise me!"

Fortunately, she is not a beastman, otherwise the tail behind her would probably leave an afterimage.

"Hmm! That's amazing! As expected of Lisanna! Any other news? For example, which ruins did Carl and the others go to?"

After praising Lisanna like coaxing a child, Nia smiled and asked the most crucial question.

"Wow~, I don't know about that yet. Those high-level adventurers have never seen Brother Carl and Sister Hope during their adventures."

She threw herself into Nia's arms in frustration. Lisanna, who was actually more mature in terms of figure, acted coquettishly without any psychological burden.

"How about I go to the adventure zone and have a look?"

After arriving in Storm Bay, Nia and the others were ordered by Mooreban not to go out.

Nia also knew that this was for their safety, so she didn't make any more trouble.

V's existence is proof that Carl is still alive. Although Nia really wants to know Carl's location, she still shakes her head decisively.

"Forget it. If Carl happens to come back when we're out, we might have to trouble them to look for us. Let's just leave it at that for now. By the way, has the situation in Storm Bay changed recently?"

When talking about this, Lisanna seemed to have completely forgotten about her brother Carl and immediately introduced him excitedly.

"The City Hall plans to film the novel "The Great Adventure of Xen'drik" here. Many adventurers who were afraid to go out to explore because of the strange incident in Lonely Mountain were hired as extras. I heard that some of them became important characters in the film.

This fantasy drama will definitely surpass those fantasy dramas shot with crude props and become a benchmark fantasy drama for a period of time in the future! Ah~, Brother Carl’s original idea was really great! "

Intoxicated by the scenes and plots that far surpassed the usual fantasy dramas, Lisanna looked like a die-hard fan who saw her favorite novel being adapted into a film and television series for the first time.

"Oh? There is such a thing? Hmm~, I remember Carl mentioned something similar in his plan for the transformation of Storm Bay. This was a strategy prepared to deal with the unemployment of low-level adventurers. It seems that the changes in Lonely Mountain have made many low-level adventurers afraid to go out and explore."

Nia's extremely high intelligence allowed her to quickly recall the plan she had read before, and she analyzed it in light of the current situation.

Just then, there was a sudden noisy sound outside.

"What happened outside?"

Calling a moon maid, Nia frowned and asked with the air of a mistress of the house.

Soon, the maid Yueling answered the question: "Lady Nia, a group of nobles are filming outside the door. Do we need to drive them away?"

As Carl's base, the existence of the bastion is no secret to the people of Storm Bay. This can be seen from the fact that the construct has broken through the rock layer between the bastion and the underground commercial street.

Some time ago, there were indeed adventurers who occasionally ran to the nearby square to take a photo with the bastion, but this was the first time that a fantasy drama was blatantly filmed outside the bastion.

"Shoot a round of solid nitrogen at the ground around those guys!"

Without any intention of giving those people any face, Nia made a decision quickly.

The Moon Spirit Maid paused for just a moment, and soon, the muzzle above the bastion fired solid nitrogen wrapped in white mist, causing it to fall near the group of nobles.

The biting cold spread rapidly across the square. The noble ladies and gentlemen who were originally commenting on the bastion felt that the air they breathed into their lungs had turned into ice.

The white frost spread rapidly between their eyebrows and hair. Some of them who were afraid of the cold squatted on the ground, curled up and shivered.

"Damn it! How can the owner of this castle be so stingy! Isn't it just taking pictures here?"

When the white mist dissipated, the noble sons staggered out of the bastion's square with their equipment.

The wealth they brought with them was running out, and they had no idea how to rule Storm Bay as they had originally envisioned.

They are unwilling to do ordinary jobs, but they are unable to do higher-end jobs.

Most of them are just apprentices or level 1 professionals of a certain profession, and their combat effectiveness is not as good as those who have bionic prostheses installed.

And Joanna didn't even offer them a secure job.

So, in order to make use of their few special talents, these people pooled their money to buy equipment, intending to use their rich experience watching stage plays and fantasy dramas to make a small investment for the big win.

The best location they thought of was Karl's Bastion.

"Hmph! When I make enough money and return to Khorvaire, I will make sure my father gives the owner of this castle a good lesson! It's no use being so domineering in a small place like Storm Bay!"

"Yeah! Khorvaire is still the best! Running over here was really impulsive."

Amidst their outwardly threatening but inwardly weak denunciations, this group of noble young men disappeared into the streets.

Just when they were planning to find some other place to shoot, a guy with shifty eyes came over.

"My dear young masters and young ladies, are you worried about the filming? Our guild is planning to shoot a film recently, and we would like to invite you to learn about the nobles. Please do us a favor?"

Hearing the man's words, several noble sons straightened their backs immediately.

The other party's words immediately opened up their minds.

What do they know best? Isn't it the life of the nobility?

So, this group of noble young men followed the shifty-eyed man and disappeared into a building.

(End of this chapter)