How many times do I have to say it? Gray isn't dead!
[ The Do Some Farm Work ] let out a wail.
However, the staff member in front of him remained calm and composed.
"Then you can have him come here in person to handle it."
"But he's not in the Great Labyrinth City right now."
"Then he can come when he gets to the Great Labyrinth City."
"Then it will be too late!"
[ On the Do Some Farm Work ] He paced anxiously back and forth, then after thinking for a while, he thought of something—
Should we ask the Short-Eared Elf to help us with this?
He took the small, glittering wooden piece out of his pocket and fell into deep thought.
After much thought, I still feel that " Do Some Farm Work " is somewhat inappropriate.
In their previous encounters, the Soul Returner had clearly received favors from the Short-Eared Elf Elves.
If we rashly ask them to take action again, those two elves might not agree.
The normal hiring price would be too expensive, and it wouldn't be worth using the favor owed from before.
After circling around in place a few times, [ Do Some Farm Work ] decided to try a different approach.
First, report the discovery of the Machine Spirit to another location in the city hall, and then attribute the achievement to Gray. This might save some time for later matters.
Meanwhile, the " Old Harlun Small Fortress Maintenance Center " was established.
A man wearing a mask and full work clothes was carefully wiping the underside of the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess aircraft carrier, which everyone usually called Little Harlun.
"Yes, yes, this is it!"
A somewhat unclear voice came through, causing the repairman to pause for a moment before nodding repeatedly.
He had assumed the fortress was deserted, but after replacing a worn part, he was surprised to hear cheerful voices.
Maintenance and similar procedures were clearly carried out outside, and the generous female boss never mentioned that there was no one inside the fortress.
Therefore, the maintenance worker naturally assumed that there was someone inside the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess directing all of this.
Hearing that the customer was satisfied with his work, the repairman became even more motivated.
Little Harlun thought for a moment and then asked:
"Guest, this fortress must have traveled quite a distance before arriving at the Great Labyrinth City. There's some dirt behind this barrier. Would you like me to remove it for a thorough cleaning?"
"Of course, it's free."
The repairman didn't mention that even if he cleaned and maintained the fortress from the inside out three times, the price would barely be one gold coin. He just assumed it was some kind of grand opening promotion for a century-old establishment to retain that generous customer.
"Oh, do we need to remove the panel?"
That indistinct voice came:
"Yes, but be gentle."
gentle?
What a strange adjective.
Little Harlun couldn't help but think to himself: This boss is really strange, as if this fortress is alive and must be treated like a living person.
"No problem, boss."
With this question in mind, Little Harlun bent down and began to carefully dismantle the fortress's panels.
"Hey, hey."
Not long after, the indistinct voice came again:
Can I ask you something?
"Certainly."
Do you know Psionic Energy is?
The voice asked.
The repairman thought for a moment and said:
"I know. There are very few Psionic Energy in the Graycast Corridor, but there are still a dozen or so in the Great Labyrinth City. I vaguely remember seeing them when I was little."
Do they all have hands?
"Um?"
Little Harlun never dreamed she would be asked this question, and she was momentarily stunned.
"There probably are... yes, but I've never seen a disabled Psionic Energy. Maybe I'm just not knowledgeable enough."
"I see. So, do you think it's possible to be a Psionic Energy without hands?"
The voice asked reluctantly.
Little Harlun finally realized what was going on.
A logical guess began to take root and sprout in his mind.
First, although this fortress is generally similar to the standard style of the Graycast Corridor, it actually employs unique structures in many places.
This suggests that this is a private fortress with some official backing.
Secondly, the person inside the fortress, judging from his tone, seems quite young, but he lacks the exuberance typical of children his age.
Finally, after mentioning Psionic Energy, the question of whether or not one has intact limbs suddenly arises.
Based on the above points, Little Harlun made a judgment in his mind--
This fortress belonged to a high-ranking official of the Great Labyrinth City, and the person currently inside might be his illegitimate son, while the one who generously paid for it is likely...
Well, this illegitimate child may have a congenital or acquired disability, so he doesn't want to see people and just wants to hide in the fortress and talk to himself.
His disability prevented him from using his Psionic Energy abilities, which is why he asked this question.
Good heavens, the logic is spot on! I'm a genius!
Little Harlun's gaze suddenly sharpened with fear, and he said to the fortress:
"We've run out of one of our maintenance supplies here. I'll go back to my room to get it. Please don't mind."
"Okay, it's alright."
An unclear, boyish voice came from under the cart. Little Harlun pushed off the ground with all his might, and the cart beneath him shot out from under the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess.
He got up, dusted himself off, and went into the room not far away.
At that moment, his father, the Old Harlun from the signboard, was over there calculating the accounts for the past few days.
Seeing her son approach before finishing his work, she looked puzzled, but also slightly annoyed.
"What kind of service is this?"
"Old man, stop with the nonsense, I have something important to tell you."
The father and son closed the door, and low whispers echoed in the room filled with spare parts and consumables.
A moment later.
"Hmm, your analysis does make some sense."
Old Harlun stroked his beard and said:
"However, since they are unwilling to talk about their background, you shouldn't bring it up. Just provide good service, and they will come back next time."
"Make a mental note of the layout of this fortress this time, and remember to bring some service packages next time you come."
"Don't worry, old man, I'm not so bad that I can't even handle this simple thing."
Little Harlun patted his chest confidently, then asked again:
"But then again, does it really mean you can't use Psionic Energy without hands?"
Old Harlun punched him on the head and said:
Why are you asking your father about Psionic Energy? How would I know?
After a pause, the old man continued:
"However, this matter is not difficult. Due to the influence of the Demonic Tide, many children born in the Graycast Corridor have congenital disabilities, and they only need to be fitted with artificial prosthetics."
Can someone with a prosthetic limb still manipulate psychic powers?
Little Harlun asked in surprise.
Can someone with a prosthetic limb still manipulate psychic powers?
At the very center of the towering bookshelves, the elven mage asked with a hint of confusion.