"Well, what's wrong? Do you want to change your fortunes? ”

The mechanic, who had accepted the challenge, turned to look at the young man, and the group of apprentices glared at him, and Barton and Fett looked back at him in amazement.

The black-haired young man blew lightly on a lock of long hair that slipped from his cheeks, and said coldly, "Mold...... I can help you make it today, but in 5 days, I will get 20 finished products, and I will give them a lot of money. ”

"You, what did you say? Do you want to make a mold in a day? I said, young man! Is your brain in water?! ……”

The mechanic apparently didn't believe it at all, and this is nonsense!

"Humph! Are you an idiot? What kind of crazy man's crazy dream is talking about here! Well, if you can make a mold in one day, I can guarantee that you will be given 30 finished products in 5 days, and the money will ...... I'll only take half of you! ”

"Heh—I'm not talking about a day, I'll be about an hour later."

"What?"

The mechanic was stupid in the local area and began to doubt his ears.

“……”

"I have all the materials, I don't need anything else."

……

Barton and Fitt waited anxiously outside the workshop, pacing back and forth anxiously.

Given Barton's years of familiarity with machine building, he couldn't believe that the young man could make that kind of intricate mold in an hour.

But he also knew that this young man's ability could never be viewed from the eyes of ordinary people.

This time of getting along has brought him too much incredible.

The old mechanic sat on a stool made of mechanical waste next to him, cross-legged in mockery, and poured a mouthful of strong tea into his mouth from time to time.

The old mechanic sneered, at this time, it is estimated that he has not even kneaded the clay mud of the mold!

Arrogant youth.

And yet—

"Poof!"

A sip of tea spurted out of his mouth and nose like mist.

"Ahem!" The old technician choked and coughed violently.

An hour later, when the delicate shell was carefully held in the hand of the technician with a slight tremble—he was already staring at the mold with his eyes shining, speechless in astonishment.

No matter how many times he used a magnifying glass to look at the mold, the details on it fit Bart's prototype of the shell by a millimeter.

Even many small flaws on the prototype were repaired by this delicate mold!

"Oh my God! You, how did you do it? Don't you even need to turn the mold? There are also etching lines and sanding ...... An hour, it can't be, it can't ......"

Excitedly, the mechanic took off the magnifying glass from his head, threw it on the table, and stroked the fine mold with his hand, even sticking his tongue out and licking the smooth surface.

Well! You can't go wrong with that, it's really the texture of 804 steel. There is also the residual temperature of the processing on it, and he will never go wrong with using it for decades.

Astound!

"You, aren't you an 'Infinite Power' guy?" The mechanic asked suddenly.

"Hmph—what the hell is that, I don't know."

Soon, cold sweat slid down his neck and back like a cascade.

This man...... It's a demon!

"In five days, I'll pick up 30 finished products."

The emaciated young man had already strode out.

A small package, from the direction from which the voice came, slowly "floated" to the table in front of the old mechanic.

"Whoa!"

The bag was spread out, and inside was fifteen thousand.

……

A few days later, they took the finished 30 "batteries" and drove through the bustling city center through the passage above ground to the location of the black market, a sprawling neighborhood underground.

There are various shops on the street, doing different businesses. Restaurants and bars, machine workshops and hairdressers, and even high-end establishments that do their secret business are doing very well.

The shouting and shouting, the noisy whispering, like some kind of high-tech little toy, swirled and fluttered over the streets.

Fashionably dressed men and women weave in and out, roaring locomotives and weird modified cars roar through the intersection.

The black market trade has fed many people here, and these businesses have become the daily work of many residents of the mining city. The centuries of human prosperity here are evident in the fact that the black market is held here for at least one month, benefiting from this massive black market.

In addition to the "regular" black market, more hidden transactions are also ubiquitous. Whether it is physical trading or intelligence information trading, there is a big market.

The nobles of the upper echelons, who lived on the ground and ruled in the buildings that were high above, also turned a blind eye to these transactions.

They know very well that the prosperity of this place is inseparable from the "business" that is open and covert.

But no aristocratic family dares to monopolize the fire of hundreds of years of human civilization - since "Good Friday", they do not want to control, but because of the intricate and huge chain of interests, they simply cannot fully control it.

Just as humans have been unable to control gambling and prostitution for thousands of years......

The "black market" is the product of this long-term human instinct and prosperity, a building converted from an abandoned farm greenhouse.

Information about the various items for sale, and images and text of the items traded, scrolled on a huge screen that surrounded the top of the farm's buildings.

The colorful lights make the nearby shopping block full of bizarre scenes, and it is also full of life.

Each building alone has a large footprint, but the "black market" is connected by a combination of three buildings of this different shape.

After several renovations and renovations over the centuries, it is no longer visible what it used to be.

"Wow! It deserves to be the largest trading place on the Central Continent! Fett sighed.

"Well, there are indeed a lot of good things in this mine city, right?" Old Man Barton said.

"Well, I haven't been here for a long time, I didn't expect the market here to expand so much!"

Of course, it wasn't the first time Barton had been here, but he didn't remember that the black market was so large and that there were so many merchants who traded.

He's still searching his memory for what the black market used to look like.

The streets of the neighborhood are full of remodeled vehicles, some of which are very shiny, apparently the cars of some very high-status aristocrats.

Some extravagantly dressed men, with pretty girls with even more exaggerated figures, got out of those cars and walked around the street flirtatiously as if no one was there.

Not far away, strange bipedal machines taller than humans patrol the streets. In the distance, near the Guardians' quartering camp, there were two even larger quadruped machines, motionless, guarding the tall buildings like bunkers.

Dazzling giant searchlight posts streak across the walls of towering buildings, intersecting in the air and reaching into the distance.

"Where do I think I've seen those walking machines?" Barton said.

"Let's go, it seems to be the entrance over there." The rocker strode towards that side.

He had already felt the wonderful fluctuations, right in there.

At the entrance stood a number of guards in alloy cuirass, all wearing advanced-looking helmets on their heads.

The two red round eye patches, with metal circles holding the lenses that adjust the focal length, and the doji mark on them, cover their eyes.

It's like the scope on some kind of weapon has been magnified, and it has a retro mechanical feel like a pre-civilization.

"Stop! What do you guys do? ”

A guard stopped the three of them.

"The VIP entrance here, idle people can't enter casually!"

"VIP entrance? Why, is there still a VIP and regular entrance? ”

Old Man Barton wondered.

A person in a black dress and holding an intercom device walked over next to him, and looked them up and down a few times: "VIPs must be invited to enter, look at your poor appearance, from other places?" Heh - I guess it's impossible to get a special invitation card, right? ”

After saying that, he looked at them contemptuously, and he looked like a black market janitor in charge of receiving "VIPs".