"Are you hiring here?"

"Phew, don't answer a question with a question! But why would an assassin like you want to apply for a position in my workshop?"

Taking a deep breath, Karl first denied the other party's habit of not answering questions properly, and then questioned her purpose.

But Carl soon understood why the other party wanted to apply for the job, because she took out a piece of chain weapon that had been severely damaged by some kind of acid magic.

That thing looked like a gun tip tied to a chain. From Carl's memory, it seemed that only Medusa in "FATE" had used it.

"I need you to help me build a similar weapon."

The drow elf answered with a somewhat cold tone, and was very frugal with words.

"Didn't they just give you 100 gold coins as a reward?"

With his eyes wide open, Karl still didn’t quite understand why the other party wanted to work for him.

"it works."

After the brief reply, the store fell into silence.

Carl intended to compete with the other party in endurance, but this action made him miss several customers who came in.

"Okay, then you can do some odd jobs for me. But first of all, I won't provide food and lodging here!"

…

In the end, Carl still couldn't make up his mind.

Glancing at Zhuo Er who was wolfing down his food bowl, he sighed and stopped talking.

He originally didn't want her to stay overnight, but she insisted on sleeping on the beam and even planned to catch bird eggs from the bird's nest on the eaves to fill her stomach.

There was no choice, Carl compromised.

"We need to return to the academy tomorrow. It would be better if someone stayed at the workshop to look after it. I have already collected all the valuables. Even if she ran away with the items, she would at most take away some steel or something."

After returning to his room, Carl kept the dimensional bag close to his body and summoned out the power armor just in case.

What happened to Midris once was enough. Carl knew that he slept too deeply, so he could only sleep in power armor.

There was no conversation that night. Carl woke up early and went to the college.

What surprised him was that he was not the only one who returned to school at this time.

The two students who were previously assigned to the large workshop also sat listlessly on the same boat with Carl.

"Are you guys working overtime?"

Carl became a store owner directly, but these two classmates were not so lucky.

The larger the workshop, the more detailed the division of labor.

The two had just arrived, and although they were assigned there by Arkanix, the owner of the workshop was March, the master of the Tower of Wonders. How could they have the right to act arrogantly?

Then, the two of them became cattle and horses on the assembly line.

What made the two even more desperate was that because they wanted to show off their skills, they actually caused the assembly line to malfunction.

Just because of this accident, the grades of both of them for this school year are basically over.

Looking back to when they were first assigned the job, they both wanted to beat themselves to death for being so proud of themselves at that time.

Hearing his classmates' tears and blood, Karl didn't want to show how relaxed he was, so he deliberately changed the subject and asked about the problems they encountered while reading.

But how could they have time to read? They were making magic patterns or parts every day. Now they went back to the dormitory and fell asleep as soon as they touched their pillows. There was no sign of insomnia at all.

As they were talking, the boat had arrived. The three of them each rented a giant eagle and returned to the Tower of Wonders.

Carl even applied for a VIP card.

"Master! I have a new understanding of war figurines and artificial bodies..."

Pushing open Mooreban's office, Carl was about to share the joy of his theoretical knowledge progress with his master, but found that Mooreban was not in the office.

No. 1 was squatting on Moore's class chair, as if he had been left there specifically to help deal with things.

"Master Karl! Welcome back! The master is doing research in the laboratory. If you want to find the master, I can take you there."

"Thank you, No. 1, let's go!"

The eyes of the mechanical body lit up, and No. 1 jumped off the seat and walked outside.

When Carl arrived at Moore's exclusive laboratory, he found that his master was looking at the mechanical parts on the table with a frown on his face.

There was a cylindrical object covered with white cloth on the wall next to it, which looked mysterious.

"Master, look, this is something I came up with recently due to a burst of inspiration. Look at this prosthetic limb. Doesn't it look a bit like the arm blade of a warforged?"

Taking out a stack of design drafts, Carl handed them directly to Moore for inspection.

Moore took Carl's manuscript and looked at it, with a gleam of light flashing in his eyes.

"Tsk, it was a bit of a waste of your talent to let you learn the armor division. Fortunately, after reaching a high level, the special equipment division can basically share what they have."

After praising his apprentice first, Mooreban sat on a chair and wondered if he could apply some of his apprentice's designs to his own experiments.

"Master, what is that? Why is it covered with a white cloth? It's so mysterious?"

The relationship between Carl and Moore's class is more like that of grandparents than that of master and apprentice.

Strangely enough, Karl was quite popular with old men and women both in his previous life and in this life.

"That's a patient who has lost most of her body. I'm trying to replace her skin and muscles with prosthetics. You'd better not look at it. It's a bit scary."

"It sounds a bit like transforming ordinary people into war forged. Then, Master, how do you plan to solve the problem of brain-machine connection? It's quite troublesome to let her control the mechanical body directly with her brain, right?"

Looking at his apprentice in surprise, Mooreban didn't expect that Carl could think of the current technical difficulties of the experiment at once.

Subconsciously, he asked, "Do you have a solution?"

With his chest and head held high, Karl said confidently, “No.”

Just as Mooreban was studying unhappily, Carl said, "But I have an alternative."

Mooreban paused, and asked in surprise, "What method?"

"Have her synchronize a strange device that can help coordinate nerve reflexes, and then have the device connect to the mechanical body."

This method is actually a bit tricky, and if the opponent's body is modified in this way, it will be far less sensitive than direct control.

But everything has to take time, just take it slow! Nodding, Mooreban agreed with his apprentice's words. Mitris's mental state has not been good recently, so it would be a good idea to let her control the mechanical body and go out for a walk first.

"Okay, let's stop this topic for now. Is there anything you don't understand during this period?"

Afterwards, Moore's class tested Carl, answered Carl's questions, and let him go back to reunite with Nia and Lisanna.

"Is he very talented?"

When Carl completely left the laboratory, a somewhat dull female voice sounded in the life support chamber.

That was the sound made by Midris using the strange machine made by Mooreban.

"At least in the field of strange machines, Carl's talent is quite high. After I make a new body for you, you have to help me take care of him for a while."

The white cloth was lifted, and a body mixed with flesh, blood and machinery appeared.

The electronic prosthetic eye placed in the eye socket of the skull looked at Mooreban, and Mitris tilted her head and asked:

"Are you kidding me?"

The person who caused Midris to become what she is now is Carl. Although Midris deserved it, no matter how you look at it, Moore's class should not have picked her.

"It's really a joke, because if I succeed, Carl might be able to kill you with just one finger. Come, let's try the plan Carl said..."

…

"Brother Carl!"

In the dormitory area, Lisanna saw Carl open the door and came in, cheering and greeting him.

The courses at the beginning of the school year were quite tight, so Lisanna had no time to go to the city to see Carl.

"Why are you still living directly in my dorm? Is Nia here too?"

Seeing Lisanna's outfit, Carl ruffled her bright brown hair and asked casually.

"Yeah! Sister Nia and I have been staying at your place recently. You don't know, but we are both annoyed to death lately!"

Sitting on the sofa, Lisanna started talking about what happened in the past week.

The matter is not complicated. Someone just wants to establish an inter-school club on campus.

As a well-known genius in the School of Transformation, Nia was naturally among those invited.

"Wait? What is this club for?"

The clubs of Akanix also need to have a specific direction, which is similar to the university clubs in the previous life.

Generally speaking, a club is just a place where a group of people with similar interests and hobbies get together.

But there's always someone trying to stir up trouble.

Sure enough, when Carl asked this question, Lisanna's expression suddenly became speechless.

"They want to set up a club to manage large-scale events of various schools. It is said that they have even gone to the famous seniors of the Tower of Wonders to solicit sponsorship!"

There are always people who think they are something special, especially in a place like Akanix.

In fact, this happens every year shortly after new students enter school.

Those middle school students with second-year syndrome who feel they have been blessed by fate talk nonsense and fantasize that they can bring their seniors under their command and dominate the campus just by relying on their eloquence and strong bodies.

When Carl entered school, his grades were not outstanding, so he was not looked down upon by the group of people at that time, and was not harassed.

"Well, this is really a happy trouble. Those people are quite perseverant, right?"

Carl suppressed a laugh and continued to ask.

Hearing the noise, Nia ran downstairs and hit Karl with a pillow.

"Don't laugh! Why do you always laugh so happily? Go away!"

As a well-known genius, this is the third time Nia has been harassed.

It was because of this incident that the two gradually developed a deep friendship.

"How about you come with me to the city? Anyway, your third-year course in the Transfiguration School only has one class a month, and the rest is practice. My workshop is pretty big."

With tears in her eyes, Nia kicked Carl's calf angrily, then squatted down to think about this possibility.

Those juniors are so annoying, especially their embarrassing remarks.

Nia has a similar experience at the beginning of every school year, which is really pitiful.

(End of this chapter)