The elven mage, who knew a little about this, reached out and stopped Collins:
"Don't rush, let them... uh, let her explain first."
Collins ' expression shifted, and he ultimately took a step back. However, the observant Soul Returner had already noticed that the city lord's arm armor began to slowly deform, revealing the sharp blades within.
"Wait a minute, I think I need to explain the current situation--"
The one who had to step forward was [ Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ]. Having finally made it to the Graycast Corridor, she didn't want to become a corpse so soon.
"Lord City Lord, you must believe us that we never intended to deliberately conceal this matter; it was meant to be discussed later."
Collins did not put away his weapon, but his tone softened slightly:
"Go ahead and say it."
"Simply put, our miniature fortress has developed its own consciousness and soul; the question we just asked was raised by it."
Do you think I'm an idiot?
Collins ' tone was somewhat unfriendly, after all, he had never seen or even heard of such an unbelievable thing before.
"I can vouch for this."
The elven mage spoke again:
"Although the underlying principles remain to be understood, it is undeniable that there is indeed a soul within this mobile structure beneath our feet."
"I teleported it here from the Wilderness of Chaos. If it doesn't contain a soul, even with my abilities, it would be difficult to locate it in the wilderness so quickly."
Hearing the endorsement of this "highly respected" elder, the elven mage, Collins gradually calmed down.
He thought for a moment and said:
"In that case, you ask first, and then I'll ask."
The soundproof barrier fell silent instantly. [ Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ] whispered a few words to the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess, probably reminding him of the proper etiquette to observe when communicating.
Soon, that voice that would send shivers down the spines of everyone in the Graycast Corridor returned:
"What I want to ask is, can I learn from you how you 'whoosh' and then 'slap!' got us here?"
The hoarse voice was full of expectation:
"Can you? Can you?!"
"Can...?"
The other person to ask this question was none other than the Short-Eared Elf himself, who had suddenly been taken as an apprentice.
He pondered for a moment and then raised his question:
"If I had time, I could teach you, but you don't even have hands. How would you draw a magic circle when needed...?"
Before the words were even finished, to everyone's disbelief, two tree roots emerged from the gaps in the deck of the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess.
The thick and thin roots formed two hand-like structures, which then clasped together in front of the Short-Eared Elf and began to frantically pray:
Please, please, please!
"Oh my god..."
[ Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ] couldn't hold back any longer and slapped his forehead, closing his eyes tightly to refuse to believe it.
At that moment, she felt a mix of emotions: resentment at whoever had corrupted the Machine Spirit, joy at the Machine Spirit growing up and knowing that she was learning, and a strange sense of shame beginning to sprout in her heart.
Could it be that this Machine Spirit has realized its creators are a bunch of incompetent fools, and is now preparing to jump ship and run to another side?
Thinking about it carefully, for Short-Eared Elf elves who need to roam the world, teleportation isn't a problem; if they can't teleport, they'll still need a means of transportation.
The King of Fall Resistance, I Guess can fill this ecological niche and establish itself, and with the Machine Spirit's talent, it might be able to use teleportation on its own in the future.
Isn't this just like the divine mounts in myths and legends, summoned and dismissed at will?
The corner of [ the Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ]'s mouth twitched, and he was momentarily speechless with embarrassment.
"... You can actually do such complicated movements..."
The Short-Eared Elf mage was clearly somewhat surprised:
"I sense a thirst for knowledge and a talent for Psionic Energy in you. Hmm, let me think about it and give you an answer later. After all, I have a lot to do, and I can't promise you something and then fail in my responsibilities as a teacher..."
"Yay!"
The King of Fall Resistance, I Guess emitted a cheerful sound, followed by a low hum. [ Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ] carefully listened for a while before realizing that it was the Machine Spirit humming an unknown tune. However, the sound quality of the Blood Corpse Cluster was so poor that it sounded like a car parked at an intersection in neutral.
Since the existence of the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess" was no secret, [ Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ] did not stop it.
At this moment, Collins suddenly asked:
"Are you done talking? Shouldn't you explain things to me now?"
[ Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ] instinctively glanced at [ Do Some Farm Work ], the most talkative among them.
Unfortunately, the other person still looks peacefully dead, showing no signs of coming back to life.
Because the Resurrection Tree in the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess" account inexplicably grew legs and ran away ( Ed: What happened?), [ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] and his brother and a few others couldn't get to the Graycast Corridor for the time being.
Now that things have come to this, she has no choice but to bite the bullet and go for it.
Fortunately, after joining the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess" crew, she had already heard others talk about the knowledge she needed to brush up on, so she organized her thoughts and said:
I assure you that everything I'm about to say is the truth.
"This small mobile fortress was built using a combination of Graycast Corridor and Second Holy See technology, and it can ensure that there will be no self-devouring among the Blood Corpse when it is stationary."
"At the same time, through some special means, we created a new life form inside this machine, which we call the Machine Spirit."
"Based on current observations, the memories of the Machine Spirit are stored in all the components that make it up, while the Machine Spirit's thinking and expression mainly rely on the Blood Corpse inside it."
"Although the Blood Corpse is also a part of the Machine Spirit's body, the Machine Spirit itself has no malice towards humans, and is exceptionally talented and eager to learn."
"Experienced Machine Spirit can even plan their own routes and make corrections along the way, but the Machine Spirit beneath our feet is relatively new and hasn't mastered this ability yet..."
As [ the Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ] spoke eloquently, Collins's brow furrowed more and more deeply.
It wasn't that he disliked it; on the contrary, Collins felt that all the qualities of the Machine Spirit were exactly what the Graycast Corridor needed.
The compatibility between the two can only be described as perfect.
After all, who wouldn't want their own parts or their car to be more intelligent?
So he looked at the [ Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ] and asked:
"May I ask this Soul Returner, who exactly invented the ' Machine Spirit ' technology? I will soon write an urgent report to the Great Labyrinth City about this matter."
"If everything is as you say, the Graycast Corridor might tremble as a result."
Looking at the old city lord's sincere face, [ Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ] recalled for a moment and gave the most complete answer--
"The inventors are Gray Gris, Nora Gris, and Antasia."