On the other side of the square, an elderly man whose body had been partially modified into machinery couldn't help but marvel:
"It's simply a miracle, a miracle... How can he always have such good things happen to him?"
Beside him, the boy who had been kicked away just two days ago was sharing an old pair of binoculars with him, each holding one side, watching with great interest as the large square descended into madness.
Hearing the old man's emotion, the young man asked with a smile:
"Grandpa, will my legs start talking?"
The old man shook his head:
"I've also looked into that new thing called Machine Spirit these past two days. There's a necessary condition for this thing to be created: it has to be driven by Blood Corpse."
"While your legs are remarkably intricate, the energy that powers them ultimately comes from yourself; they cannot possibly be born with Machine Spirit."
Upon hearing the old man's words, the boy immediately showed a dejected expression.
The old man patted his head and said:
"This is a good thing. If everything can give birth to Machine Spirit, I should already be negotiating with this half of the mechanical body."
As soon as he finished speaking, the boy seemed to remember something and suddenly asked:
"Grandpa, those men you sent to intercept Gray... ouch!"
The boy covered his head in astonishment, then saw a mechanical leg grow larger and closer in his field of vision...
Just before he slid off the wall, he heard a voice that was both angry and confused:
"Nonsense! When did I ever send anyone to intercept the Grand Foundry Master?"
Get out of here!
Unlike Suolaer, who had already fainted from the dramatic ups and downs, Rein Hansen and Luke Aoziben knew from the start that they would lose because they received fewer votes than Suolaer.
Although inventor Rein was slightly saddened, he still managed a smile and gave Gray a thumbs-up as a sincere blessing.
Although the young general Luke's face remained expressionless, one could see the disappointment hidden in his heart. He simply nodded to Gray and then led his men, along with Hansen, to leave the high platform behind Suolaer's second mate.
Felix waved to the operator on the platform to remove the vote counting machine, then handed over this highly anticipated scene to the soon-to-retire Grand Foundry Master and the soon-to-be-appointed "young" master metallurgist.
The old man in gray looked at Gray and smiled from the bottom of his heart:
" Gray Griss, for a while I kept seeing your name on the official summary documents."
Gray, with his large beard, lowered his head somewhat shyly.
"Thank you for the kindness of the Grand Foundry Master..."
Unexpectedly, the old man in gray suddenly said:
The most recent one was issuing your obituary.
"Oh, this..."
Gray didn't know what to say for a moment.
"Say something to everyone, as Gray."
The old man in gray spoke rather gently, but Gray just turned his head blankly to look at the densely packed faces below, which could probably number in the hundreds of thousands.
His mind suddenly went blank. He, who was usually quick-witted and decisive, was now completely at a loss.
Why is this happening?
He was just an ordinary merchant, and there were probably thousands of such fellows in the Graycast Corridor!
And what about the Grand Foundry Master?
That's one of the strongest beings in the world...
He simply couldn't associate himself with that name in his mind.
Seeing the expectant looks on everyone's faces, Gray, whose mind was blank, suddenly laughed.
Immediately afterwards, he revealed a confident smile and shouted to everyone below:
"Fellow citizens, I believe that the Machine Spirit will lead the Graycast Corridor to a brand new future!"
After shouting these heartfelt words, Gray suddenly noticed that the gray-robed old man beside him had already reached out and handed him the microphone.
He clearly hadn't noticed this.
The gray-robed elder smiled slightly, then withdrew his hand and addressed the crowd below:
"Ladies and gentlemen, the new leader of the Grand Foundry Master has been selected, and today's election has been successfully completed."
" Gray and I are about to head to the Corridor Library for the handover, which may take a long time, so there's no need for anyone to wait here."
"Everything in the Graycast Corridor will continue to function normally. Wishing you all a pleasant stay."
The Grand Foundry Master, or rather the old man Balund, bowed deeply, then said to Gray:
"Let's go."
As soon as the words were spoken, the platform began to slowly descend, carrying them with it.
Gray then realized that the platform erected in the center of the square was also in the shape of concentric circles, and its internal mechanical structure was incredibly complex.
The shadows quickly enveloped him, Gray suddenly said:
"Your Excellency, Master of the Grand Foundry Master, may my wife observe the handover later?"
Now that things have come to this, Gray really doesn't want to miss this once-in-a-century opportunity to show off.
"Hehe."
The old man in gray smiled and pointed to Gray's right rear.
He turned his head and saw Nora standing there somewhat awkwardly, waving her hand stiffly in his direction.
The old man in gray lowered his eyes and said in a low voice:
"You two, please be my witnesses..."
"Clatter."
A light landing sound rang out, and two Short-Eared Elf appeared in the inner circle of the sunken platform.
"Isn't this an internal matter for you? Do I have to oversee it too?"
The elven mage's face showed surprise.
"It's considered insurance."
The old man in gray spoke with a slightly relaxed tone:
"I trust your noble character; I am confident that this matter will be handled even more successfully."
"Okay, but you have to promise me one thing."
Nuowa nodded and said.
"What's up?"
The old man in gray asked, the elven mage's tone somewhat serious:
"Your Great Labyrinth City has too many underground casinos; this trend must be curbed!"
"Fortunately, I have obtained the specific addresses of all the underground casinos, and you can have the army raid them at any time."
"Of course, I'll have to wait until I've cashed in the prize money before I take any action."
Upon hearing this, the old man in gray pointed at Gray:
"Tell him that reforming the atmosphere of the Great Labyrinth City would be a suitable policy for the new Grand Foundry Master."
Nuowa looked at this guy, whom he was meeting for the first time but who felt strangely familiar, and said with a smile:
"Alright, then we'll talk about it after you take over."
After saying that, he looked at the old man in gray and said:
"Could we let a few outsiders watch as well? They're my friends."
Psionic Energy light flickered at the gray-robed elder's fingertips:
"They need to accept being subjected to Psionic Energy restraint."
They will definitely accept.
Having confirmed the other party's permission, Nuowa vanished in a flash, and the next moment, he appeared behind [ Do Some Farm Work ] and the other four.
As the crowd in the square gradually dispersed, the five finally reunited with the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess.
Jiahao Machine Spirit was showing off his amazing skills when suddenly his cheap master appeared.
"Mr. Nuowa?"
[ Do Some Farm Work ] exclaimed in astonishment:
What brings you here?
Nuowa looked into the eyes of the people in front of him, yet it was as if he were looking into the distance.
"Something big is coming up later, and I'm sure you'll be very interested."