My Players Are So Fierce

1782: 595.

I just knew that my ill-fated relationship with the Circle Tower was far from over_2.

1782: 595.

I just knew that my ill-fated relationship with the Circle Tower was far from over_2.

After that, Professor Old Bach Gaslamp basically stopped touching Burning Gold techniques and turned to studying steam engineering.

In his later years, he finally broke through the bottleneck of engineering and created the marvelous Steam Puppet.

That’s me, a guy like this.

This is the proudest achievement of Professor Gaslamp’s life.

In his autobiography, he didn’t even mention the discovery of Burning Gold, which clearly represents my ancestor’s disdain for Burning Gold…

Of course, we all know now that’s because the birth of Burning Gold is related to subspace.

It is synonymous with the word ‘danger’.

“Hmm?”

Murphy blinked and said:

“Earlier, Old Flywheel referred to you two as students.

I thought it was some kind of quirk of his, but it turns out you two are really his students?

How did you end up being made into puppets?

Was it because you didn’t listen?

Or because of that endlessly infuriating tone you use when speaking?

Take my advice, little Jasmine, if you want to stay in Transylvania for the long haul, you can’t be so sharp-tongued, or you’ll be disliked by my warriors.”

“Tch, who cares what you lot think?

I’m already dead, okay?

And my story, that’s a really sad tale.”

The assassin-type steam puppet Jasmine theatrically pretended to wipe her eyes and said in a sharp and venomous tone:

“Back then, after Old Flywheel was kicked by Little Bach, he went a bit crazy, and later accidentally stumbled upon Little Bach and his junior brother Minkus being intimate in the laboratory…

uh, I probably shouldn’t have said that.

Anyway, Flywheel’s craziness had something to do with this.

He irrationally linked Little Bach’s love to his and His Excellency Minkus’s engineering prowess.

So, he and his genius disciple had a duel in the name of engineering, but that fool, in a fit of anger, didn’t do repeated calculations when making his ‘Doomsday Battle Device’, causing it to explode as soon as it was activated.

He himself was fine, just injured one eye.

But we sisters were unlucky.

Dina and I, as his apprentices, were blown up right on the spot.

Old Flywheel was exiled from Charldo Harbor because of this, but he had a conscience.

He found some familiar friends to dig us out from the grave and cobble together to settle our ‘resurrection’ issue.

Sigh, although Old Flywheel was indeed a jerk, he wasn’t too bad to the two of us.

I think part guilt was involved, and certainly, it can’t be ruled out that Old Flywheel is a senior pervert, just like some of the bastards from those mysterious craftsman gatherings at Charldo Harbor who don’t like the living but fall for machinery.

Your simplistic vampire brain can never imagine what those sickos would do to machinery…

yue, just thinking about it makes the third energy pipe in my chest shiver.”

“Wow, you Half-body Men really live a thrilling life, completely different from any other race on this continent.”

Murphy felt the gossip was well worth the trip.

And Jasmine, despite becoming a puppet, couldn’t change her chatty nature and intended to spill more dirt.

But just as she started, her body seemed to be switched off, and with a mournful cry, she plopped down in place, head lowered, as if “shut down”.

Murphy looked up and saw Old Flywheel, carrying a small bag, walking over with a sullen face from the corner ahead, holding a mechanically styled large controller in his hand.

“Ah, this motor-mouthed mechanical puppet can’t be kept.

I knew I should have operated on Jasmine’s brain at the start and sewn her mouth shut.

This guy liked to talk nonsense even when she was alive.”

The grim wild warlord cursed, strode forward first to check the operation of the mining walker, then looked up at Murphy and said:

“A Half-body Man Airship arrived outside, your city has been alarmed, and it bears the Hoffman Family’s flag.

So, Murphy, my partner, are you planning to ‘double deal’?”

“No, no, no, that’s just the military aid I requested from Lord Hether, some urgently needed Burning Gold products.

After unloading, they’ll stay in the city as our transportation force, and we’ve already paid for it.

Rest assured, I haven’t disclosed any Burning Gold information about Transylvania to the Hoffman Family.

Don’t be paranoid, my friend.”

Murphy gestured with his hands and said:

“Is the refinement in the lab going smoothly?”

“So-so.”

Old Flywheel pursed his lips, took something out of the bag in his hand, and threw it to Murphy.

The latter caught it to find it was an energy crystal the size of a pinky finger.

This was obviously a crude Burning Gold product after several rounds of processing, unsuitable for direct use, but its transformation from an ore state to the current form fully proved Old Flywheel indeed had some skills.

“Why not make it into a usable powder or alchemy catalyst?”

Murphy asked, to which Old Flywheel shook his head and said:

“That requires special filtering and separation devices, such devices are only available in dwarf mineral companies and Charldo Harbor.

Here, I can only make it into this semi-finished state, but it can already be sold as a commodity.

Especially for Psychics, Burning Gold in this form can even be used as a ‘casting medium’ to enhance spell power.