Mechanical Alchemist

"Sir, you..."

Sabina listened to Su Lun's words, her face filled with disbelief.

The information she heard was too astonishing; she didn't even know how to start speaking.

Although she did not know how strong the "forensic doctor" Servis Gerard was, the information she had gathered previously indicated that his abilities were very peculiar. He must have been one of the top powerhouses in Old Lington City, possessing strength far surpassing that of an ordinary third-tier powerhouse.

But now, he had been killed?

Who could have killed him?

Could it have been someone from the Mirror Organization that helped?

For a moment, countless doubts sprang up in her mind.

Although Su Lun hadn't explained the process in detail, he had made a commitment to Sabina when they signed the master-servant contract and thus said, "Gerald indeed died by my hand."

Although Sabina wouldn't question her "master", upon hearing this, her heart trembled violently.

He... he killed him with his own hands?

Just how powerful was her master?

As she recalled the insights from her previous secretive training about the third-tier rules, she suddenly understood something else.

Her master was far more mysterious and powerful than she had seen.

He was not merely at the standard of an ordinary second-tier professional!

The astonishment briefly flashed in her eyes, and Sabina quickly regained her composure. Stay connected via empire

She clearly knew her place and wouldn't ask questions that shouldn't be asked.

From the time they had signed the master-servant contract, she knew her future was bound to depend on this "Great Demon King."

The stronger the master, the more promising her future.

With her thoughts whirling in her mind, Sabina suddenly felt a weight lifted off her shoulders, and she whispered to herself, "He has been killed..."

All past grudges and enmities had vanished like smoke.

She suddenly felt that there was only this master in front of her in the world.

....

The tent's lamp emitted a faint glow.

Sabina's graceful figure was fully exposed in the air, for her skin was so pale and smooth that it appeared like jade under the dim light, emitting a faint white glow, looking like beads of jade.

The two of them were still talking, but their actions didn't stop.

The light flickered, and the graceful shadows on the tent seemed to sway gently with the light.

However, because the topic of their conversation was somewhat serious, the rhythm of Sabina's waist movements became gentle and soothing, her fiery-red, waterfall-like long hair glossy and shimmering, partly covering her chest and partly scattered over her shoulders...

Su Lun could clearly feel her body temperature had also risen slightly.

In the small single tent, faint breaths were clearly audible.

This enchanting Gang Lady always maintained an appropriate allure in any atmosphere.

Su Lun also enjoyed this comfortable and relaxing time; this charming maid always brought him ultimate pleasure.

He continued, "With Gerald dead, and Teresa's side completely wiped out, Black Tower might take major actions. Be careful on your end."

Without further explanation, Sabina, being a senior intelligence chief, naturally knew how to keep herself safe.

A major incident had occurred this time. Considering the duke's daughter had died here also, it wouldn't be surprising if Old Lington underwent a significant purge.

But, it wasn't too much of a problem.

Because he guessed that Mr. Jing and his group already had a plan to "storm the tower."

The shocking news was too much, and Sabina was instead completely calm.

Upon hearing this, she responded, "Mm~"

It sounded like a response, but the tone, flirtatiously teasing, seemed more like praise for some pleasurable experience.

She knew some of the intelligence from the duke's mansion.

But due to her permissions being mainly in the outer city, she hadn't accessed detailed intelligence. Presumably, only a few top officials like the leader Gerald knew the detailed intelligence about Princess Teresa's visit to hunt in the underground wilderness.

Although she felt that no one in Old Lington should have been capable of killing Princess Teresa and her party,

But if the master said they were killed, then they were definitely killed.

She didn't ask further.

Now that they were dead, she thought about making some arrangements in advance, finding a way to ensure she wasn't implicated.

At that moment, Su Lun thought of something else and said, "There's one more thing... I want to ask what your plans are for the future."

Although his tone was still casual, Sabina discerned the seriousness in his words and blinked as she looked at him.

Su Lun didn't hold back and added, "Do you know that there's a vast world above Black Tower..."

....

With just a few words, Su Lun had revealed the biggest secret of Old Lington.

This underground world was a place of exile, and these people were the "miners" of Duke Rafael.

The outside world was vast, and Su Lun was certainly going to explore it.

He felt it necessary to inform Sabina, "So, I want to ask you what your thoughts are for the future."

Without much consideration, Sabina replied, "Sir, I am your servant. Naturally, I will go wherever you go."

As a major in the umbrella organization, Sabina also knew some fragmented intelligence and had some speculations.

The failed rebellion fifty years ago and many subsequent silencing operations had confidential archives within the umbrella organization.

She had actually guessed some of the truth.

But because it was a taboo subject, no one dared to think too deeply about it.

Now having heard this "fact" from Su Lun's mouth, Sabina knew that this underground world was likely to undergo a significant change.

Her own fate would also take a major turn.

However, she was clearer about one thing, powerful men would never lack women by their side.

The capable ones, their followers would also certainly be strong.

This was an ancient proverb in Old Lington.

To be valued, one must have worth.

Pausing for a moment, Sabina seemed a bit tired, changed her position, and lazily pressed her upper body against Su Lun's chest.

Gentle touches, the contorting deformations from the pressure.

Her beautiful eyes shimmered as she continued, "Sir, I excel in intelligence work, I can be your ears and eyes. Just give me a bit of time, no matter where, I can build you an intelligence network. The more complex the power structure, the easier it is. If possible, I think the capital of Emperor Luying's empire is the most suitable place…"

Su Lun listened, and his thoughtful expression showed he was considering the response.

He had no doubts about Sabina's capabilities. Hearing these simple descriptions, it seemed that this woman had already planned her future operations. As always, there was no need for Su Lun to worry.

Although their relationship was that of master and servant, Sabina's competencies were to his taste, and she had strong execution skills, which Su Lun found very convenient.

But if she were merely a bed-warming maid, that would be dispensable. Su Lun would not intend to keep a vase by his side in the future.

Now her statement was just right.

Although Su Lun didn't know what he would encounter in the future,

As a transmigrator, he was very aware of the importance of valuing intelligence.

No matter what he would do in the future, intelligence was indispensable.

Su Lun nodded in agreement, acknowledging her proposal, "Hmm."

Sabina read the "satisfaction" in Su Lun's eyes, her smile blooming beautifully, "Ah, sir, it seems there are many strong individuals outside, I need to work hard and cultivate…"

Su Lun smiled, the succubus's talent for cultivation... indeed, not bad.

....

After all, Sabina was the big sister of the steam party; sneaking out was possible, but she could not stay out for too long.

After bustling about for an hour or two, a person cloaked in a cape quietly slipped out of the solitary tent.

The people in the camp were mostly exhausted, snoring sounds everywhere.

And nobody noticed the figure disappearing into the darkness.

Sabina's massage skills were impeccable; Su Lun felt refreshed and clear-headed.

He initially planned to continue meditating, but unexpectedly, a glowing fluorescent little head sneakily peeked into the canvas tent.

The scene was truly eerie.

With no sound made, even though Su Lun's perception had reached the point where he could detect the flapping of a mosquito's wings within a certain range...

Yet strangely, at such a close distance, he had not sensed it at all.

"Mr. Su Lun, are you free now?"

It was only when that silvery laugh echoed beside his ear that Su Lun suddenly opened his eyes, taken aback instinctively.

The moment he clearly saw that quirky little face and recognized the visitor, the wariness in his heart instantly dissipated.

"Pestoia, what brought you here?"

A twitch at the corner of Su Lun's eyes, he still felt slightly embarrassed. In a ghost state, indeed it was convenient to go anywhere.

However, had she arrived a few minutes earlier when Sabina had not left, and just barged in...

Pestoia blinked and seeing no one else in the tent, she moved herself inside and said, "I initially sensed you were here and wanted to find you. But Ophelia told me you were busy discussing things and asked me to come later..."

Su Lun: "..."

Ophelia?

So it was Mr. Jing indeed...

Hearing this name, he immediately knew who this ghostly miss was referring to.

But at the same time, he felt increasingly peculiar.

In front of a presumed seventh-tier professional, it seemed like there was no privacy, giving him the impression that his earlier tussle with Sabina had been broadcast live for someone to watch.

"Why do you take so long to talk about things..." Pestoia said, her voice carrying a hint of sulkiness as if she had been waiting for too long.

Eager to talk to you, yet I discover you busy.

Making me wait all this while.

Su Lun dared not dwell on this topic.

After all, she was either his senior or junior disciple.

He changed the subject, "Pestoia, did you need something from me?"

"Oh."

It seemed that only then did Pestoia remember, saying, "I came to say thank you~ Thanks for the ring you gave me."

As she spoke, she flaunted the ring on her hand like a treasured possession.

The tent was narrow, but fortunately, this ghostly girl wasn't tall, so she just floated in front of Su Lun.

She seemed very interested in everything inside the tent, occasionally tinkering with the tent lamp and flipping through the books piled up beside her.

Su Lun said, "Don't thank me, it was the teacher who entrusted me to give it to you."

As he spoke, he also stretched out his hand, showing off the ring on his hand.

It looked like Mr. Jing's plan was very successful.

Pestoia touched the ring in Su Lun's hand, excitedly exclaimed, "Ah~ Did mom take you as her disciple?"

"Yes."

Su Lun nodded.

Now that her concern was resolved, Pestoia seemed very cheerful, always wearing a happy smile on her little face.

She spoke, her crystal-clear, large eyes twinkling, "So you're my junior disciple now?"

Su Lun wasn't too serious and laughed, "Well... more of a senior brother. After all, our teacher said I should take care of you."

Pestoia, making a face by pulling down her lower eyelids and sticking out her tongue, complained playfully, "No way, you're clearly a thousand years younger than me. You should call me senior sister!"

"Hehe..."

Su Lun chuckled and shrugged, not really minding.

Unexpectedly, this young ghost lady's future rank would be frighteningly high.

It was very likely he'd be under her umbrella in the future; calling her senior sister wouldn't be a loss for him.

They chatted a bit more when suddenly, Pestoia pulled out a butterfly brooch, "Here~ I'm also giving you something. Don't lose it this time."

After all, Su Lun was her only friend after a thousand years of dreary captivity.

In her heart, he held a very unique and special place.

"Oh."

Su Lun looked at the brooch, slightly embarrassed.

He was supposed to retrieve it, but then that Teresa's body blew up, and that was the end of that.

Unexpectedly, it had ended up in this girl's hands.

After assessing it, this time there were no incomprehensible messages, just an ordinary brooch.

So he kept it.

Su Lun also noticed that Pestoia seemed a bit tired, getting sleepy after just a short conversation, struggling to keep her eyelids open.

"You've been holding up well, wanting to talk to me, but I got held up for so long..."

With a soft complaint, she couldn't hold on any longer and said, "Okay, no more talking, I'm going to sleep now. I might sleep for a long time this time; when I wake up, I'll come and find you to hang out."

"Alright."

Su Lun guessed she was probably digesting something left by that fallen angel.

Pestoia waved her hand, "See you next time, Mr. Su Lun."

"Yeah, see you next time."

Su Lun said, as he habitually patted the head of the ghostly young lady.

Pestoia didn't mind, bared her little fangs in a grin, and beamed at Su Lun.

Then, her figure became completely transparent and disappeared.

Su Lun looked around the empty tent, his brow raised.

Thinking that Mr. Jing was nearby, he contacted him with the communicator and walked out.

After all, he still had the spoil of war from earlier, along with many "Sun Stones"...

.....

Due to the fog tide eruption in the Dawn City Ruins, all the monsters in the dungeon became very active.

The fleeing team briefly rested for a few hours, only to be harassed by the monsters again, and continued their journey.

In the following days, they encountered a few small-scale monster attacks, but none posed a big problem.

Su Lun followed the team, and his life became very regular.

Previously in the "Dawn Central Prison" curse space, he had acquired a large amount of alchemy materials and the "Puppeteer" profession books, which required a lot of time to study.

Now that his brain development had improved and he no longer needed to suppress negative emotions, he could focus all his attention on learning, and Su Lun finally experienced the joy of learning.

With gains and a sense of achievement, the brain was more than willing to accept new knowledge.

Instead of the previous state where he would look at a book for a long time and not understand anything, almost falling asleep from flipping through the pages.

The complexity of high-level alchemy knowledge increased exponentially, especially knowledge after the third level, which involved dense data and theoretical knowledge that was overwhelming.

But now, Su Lun found it extremely fascinating.

With the "Blessing of Sereya" and "Isaac's Alchemy Manuscript," bringing a double halo of learning, studying was like having divine assistance.

He could now keep his brain alert for long periods and often had "epiphanies," making his learning efficiency extremely high.

After harvesting the Soul Shards of Clark and Oliver, two elite-group members last time, he mastered knowledge below the third level very solidly.

With this foundation, he could quickly get started on the fourth-level knowledge.

He was very busy now, besides reading, he was also learning "Runic Symbols."

He planned to get himself a batch of new puppet dolls...

He also planned to try enchanting the witch's hair and inscribing runes on the thread to give the yarn the sharpness and toughness of a blade...

The runes on the zombies could also be replaced with more advanced ones, making the corpses stronger and more agile...

Every moment of time was incredibly precious.

Su Lun voraciously learned, and his reservoir of knowledge visibly soared.

Meanwhile, on the other hand.

Sabina's "training" was also very diligent.

After setting up the camp, someone in a mysterious cloak would always sneak into Su Lun's tent.

It might be late, but they would never miss it.

This also added some fun to Su Lun's somewhat monotone academic life.

Moreover, to everyone's astonishment, Sabina had actually managed to break through the long-troubling third-level bottleneck!

....

The fleeing group was getting larger and had grown from a few thousand people to tens of thousands, stretching over dozens of kilometers.

The Dawn Relic had been completely destroyed, and the fog-filled underground had turned into a playground for monsters, bringing an end to this massive national hunting spree.

No one dared to venture into the deep mist-covered caves anymore, and the fog might linger for many years.

Many secrets were also buried underground.

One day, the fleeing group finally arrived at Old Lington.

On the walls of Old Lington City.

A pale youth, flanked by a group of burly men in suits, scrutinized the people entering the city.

A maid carefully drew a few drops of blood from the space between his fingers with a fine needle and handed it to a dark-faced old man in a costly robe not far away.

The old man smeared the blood on a crystal ball in front of him, muttering words, with a complex pattern of the Seven-Pointed Star Formation glowing beneath his feet. He was clearly performing a very sophisticated "Bloodline Divination."

The Lei Jia family had not only brought a demon-exorcising team for Princess Teresa this time.

But also these few people.

At that moment, a man in a tailcoat hurried up onto the wall and reported to the pale youth, "Young Master Ewen, I just got reliable information. The fog tide erupted at the Dawn Relic, and Princess Teresa's team has vanished. The family's Master Matic has also lost contact, and it seems likely an accident occurred. It's unknown whether it's due to the fog tide or that evil spirit..."

"Forget it, those don't matter anymore."

Hearing this, the pale youth's expression grew even darker, then he said, "Is it clear yet, is Fick that transmigrator called Su Lun?"

"It's confirmed!"

The butler nodded, then added, "Both the inner and outer city have been divined clearly; he's not in the city. And since the divination shows he's still alive, he could only be with the hunting group and should be coming back with them this time..."

The pale youth listened and frowned even more, "This coup failed, and the Bonar regime was restored, with the Empress taking the throne, the main family will definitely regain power. We absolutely can't let that fellow escape alive..."

The butler listened silently, nodding now and then.

Just then, the divination concluded.

The pale youth turned to look and asked, "Master Cade, how did the divination go?"

The dark-faced magician in robes shook his head and said, "I've tried three different divination methods, but the outcome of this assassination remains very unclear. I suspect that Fick might have a high-grade cursed artifact interfering with the divination. The only thing I can be sure of is that if he appears within a three-kilometer range, I can definitely pinpoint his location..."

The pale youth seemed to think of something and nodded, "Thank you for your effort, Master Cade."

After a pause, his tone slightly scornful, "It must be that 'Xiupunos's Night Scythe.' I heard that fellow used this scythe to kill quite a few second-tier professionals, making quite a name for himself in this Old Lington."

The robed magician shook his head slightly, saying, "Young Master Ewen, such a situation has never occurred in my divinations before, it's probably not just the scythe's doing. We shouldn't take this lightly."

The pale youth dismissed the concern, "Heh... no matter how powerful, how significant could a third-tier be? Commander Milo, to make absolutely sure, when you find that guy, please strike to kill on sight!"

Upon hearing this, a flicker of light flowed beside the pale youth and a cold response came through, "Yes, Young Master!"