Chapter 55 - Culprit Found
So, master Larchen, are we able to add jet pack to these golems... or some wings ? Someone at the fair inquired...
Ah, not a bad thought... but we thought it would cause too much.. I've left the option so that owner can mod it themselves...
And you'd be fine with those modifications ?
Well. guarantee is void if you do, but more importantly responsibility.. is yours in case crimes are committed with the craft.
How so ?
Its not hard to understand... if you had 500 of our fighting models and modify them, you could probably take over any
medium sized town... You could create your own sect... if you do crazy things like this.. its not our trade guild's responsibility..
More over, you could copy the method of production and wreac havoc on all lands...
So how do you resolve these problems ?
Each unit is bound to soul of its owner... but we are keeping the records, whomever does the crime, will be tracked to person... let
me tell you it'd be impossible for you to erase the production number from the units.. i made sure of it.
.........
The mechanical Larchen kicked a tree outside the large tent.. How could this happen.. my fiance.. I always kept a nice attitude in
my life, but i'm about to mental, join a religious sect or smt.. Raise armies, and roll them from mountain on to the land.. to
purify it all..
The investigator said nothing.. She just looked at Larchen, as if he was a shadow parcels made of breaking of frozen meat ..
Ehm, we 've to do this quickly.. otherwise people will rebel.. I'll give you all the authority that is proper for you to have to track
down the assassin.
Maybe next time, find a mechanical girlfriend.. instead of a natural human.. She said..
Larchen looked a the lady for a while.. He wasn't in the mood, was she insuniating that she might be interested ?
So, see anything you like ? Roused your spirit again ?
Mechanical Larchen laughed, as if he remembered some inappropriate stupid old memory.. If you solve this quickly, i
might be able to see something ... I'll set you up in the pavillion for high ranking guests..
Oh, we'll stay in the same room.... ?
You are almost at my mom's age...
Lady coughed suddenly.. ehm..
Hey sevens... Larchen shouted.. give her a hand, assist her in whatever she needs, and ..keep an eye on her.. Keep on the
trail.. Make sure no personnel gives her trouble..
......
So Larchen, you've done a special model for our personal use in the guild ?
Indeed, its the "real" version, instead of the commercial light version.
So what specifications does this mechanical craft have ?
I've used rocks....
Rocks ?
In the method of the spirit, i've used earth spirit, instead of a generic one, result is almost four times stronger abilities.. You
understand why i only reserved it for the guild..
....
Hmm, i sense nothing, strange... No changes in her room... Wait..
What is it ? Seventh asked...
If i'm not wrong, and we are lucky, how clever of me...i'm a genius..
What is it...
Bring the body here..
I guess...
So what now ?
Guard my body while i'm out of it.. She then made some gestures her spirit jumping into the dead body.
Ah damn, the body is a shredded suit.. i can't breath...
Take my body smw else.. let's see what's in her brain... What a tragedy of empty live, so much misery, i can certanly understand
why Larchen suddenly decided to marry her... Animalistic thoughts and human emotions mixed.. A very sad life.. Talented cultivator..
But, what about the murder.. ?
The memory is fragmented... She's nervous then the senses are gone.. Somebody definitely wanted to harm her, she noticed then
activates her inner cultivation as she does.. That's when it went wrong, the killer likely has poisoned her before hand.. Uh, its
too difficult to move this body... Plus her consciousness hadn't really faded completely.. Help me out a bit will you ?
She started stumbling about the room.. Ah yes, the dance.. night before the ceremony.. Someone from one of the obscure sects.. with
the cold manners... A very powerful elder, i'd say one of the strongest people here... His behavior is a bit strange..
What kind of art he's using.. Describe it to me..
Thirty moves overall finger needles..
Ah, its the rapid pressing art.. It'll cause blood to fill to one's heart when they first cultivate.. Seems like we've our suspect..
...
Come back here, don't run. Larchen shouted... Demon elder and Larchen were chasing a scholarly looking elder, at the shocked looks of the onlookers..
The trio have crashed into the plains beyond the castle, sprawling into various sides..
The moment the lady had told him what she gathered, he realized what happened. This elder was a carreer politican, he was one of the
leaders of his sect.. He usually never expressed hot headed opinions, or raised his voice during any discussion.. No one would suspect
him.. The lady also told Larchen, how intense the life of anti-tribe were.. Larchen were completely enraged, he dropped all decorum..
Lady also warned him that the elder were much stronger than he seemed.. She warned Larchen not to be rash.. The elder were
very mysterious... his talents unknown..
Unfortunaly as they crashed to ground.. any pretention of decorum went out of the window..
Larchen appeared near the elder, and threw a foot attack.. It exploded with a big boom, it was a very powerful attack..
The dust has settled after a while.. The elder were standing there stroking his beard.. How did you figure out ? He smiled a
with wicked friendly looking smile...
You are surrounded... and everyone's watching, the demon elder said.. No escape.. He also grinned..
Actually demon elder were much stronger than the fleeing elder.. His cultivation were much higher.. If it was old him, it'd
be an even match, but he had rapidly improved after he traveled to this world..
Surrender or I'll wipe the floor with you...
No need to be dramatic, the elder said.. His eyes have shone, it was some kind of perception art..
Larchen draw his sword..
Larchen, let me take the lead here, demon elder said.. You can help me out..
Hm, Larchen ignored the elder.. He took out a journal.. Ive read your diary.. bastard.. You've a schedule for your
murders eh ? What kind of sick bastard can lead such a grand sect ?
Ah, master Larchen, he said with a sour shrill voice.. Our sect was indeed grand.. But our original arts became public
knowldge by some unluck.. And in time, our sect's culture were replaced by outsiders.. Outsiders, like you.. His voice
creaked and he sentences were in a strange rhytm..
Forget it Larchen, let's get it over with, this sick bastard..
You really were a creative person, elder, Larchen said coldy.. You really chose a great method to kill her, good, very good..
People were watching from the castle ramparts... The story was out by now.. The others while not helping had guaranteed
his sect wouldn't help him either.. The officials of many sects were discussion the situation between themselves..
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