Of course, ordinary repairs can, but Minnie herself is not ordinary!

As soon as she shrunk back into the music box, without even entering the gaps in space, the half-section of the mask she had been put on would fall out out of place.

Whether it is an anomaly or an extraordinary thing that has now become harmless, Minnie has been a mysterious existence from beginning to end.

Don't look at the extremely simple way to worship the Mechanica, even the roadside bicycle repairers can also be the most basic cultists of the Mechanicus Cult. Further up, those who can modify parts by themselves and build a small car almost with their bare hands are intermediate craftsmen.

Then, the reason why the Cult of the Mechanicus has the word "god" is that high-level craftsmen can start and create extraordinary mechanical equipment.

This is where the orthodox Order-Wing sect diverges from the Cult of the Mechanical God. For example, the Cult of Light tends to build a revolver that can fire bullets of holy light or something, but with the same revolver, the Cult of the Mechanicus doesn't mind using demonic bullets.

The more advanced the craftsmen, the more crazy they are when it comes to mechanics, and they often don't mind using any materials. Therefore, the Cult of the Mechanicus is nominally an absolutely neutral sect, but in fact, there are craftsmen in the three camps of chaos neutrality, absolute neutrality, and orderly neutrality.

If it is the turn of repairing high-level extraordinary items, it is necessary to start at least a master craftsman above a high-level craftsman.

Incidentally, this tends to be the transcendent of Sequence 6.

But Mark boasted that he wanted to help Minnie repair her body.

Although he is not a 'strict instrument', his words do not count, and he has snubbed his extraordinary existence, which is the seedling of a catastrophe!

Mark scratched his head: This ...... I'd better go find the 'King Sledgehammer' from last night!

Sometimes Mark feels that fate is like a circle. Once you are tainted with the cause, you will be given a fruit.

As for whether there is good fruit to eat, it is really up to you to decide.

It's not a big deal now, and Mark doesn't look like he uses the dice of fate at all. Don't look at this thing, it's cool to use every time, and it basically won't pit him. But what about the bright side, but behind the scenes?

He sat on the train for an unknown amount of time without any problems, and as soon as he sat down, he ran into two major cults, and if one was not good, he was involved in it and confessed.

"However, since the Mishur family is a land snake, their defense should not be bad, right? If his house was so easy to be breached, then the two cults would not have to intercept that Thiago halfway. So, let's go and see? ”

The place is really easy to find, just out of the city, I saw the majestic mansion standing on the hill on the edge of the city.

It's a big house, but it feels a bit like a castle.

The rectangular appearance is relatively square, and the white is flawless. The exterior of the building, which originally looked a bit monotonous, with its long, narrow rectangular windows that made it difficult for people to get into, and the golden minarets made of brass on top of them, looked like a castle on top of a bunker from a distance.

Walking up the slope of the singing of birds and flowers, I didn't even see many traces of industry, not even many wheel prints.

After taking a taxi and coming to the platform in the middle of the mountain, Mark's imaginary picture of people coming and going did not appear, but saw large areas of weeds.

Uncle Driver touched his head: "Mr. Mishul is a weirdo, although he occasionally helps the city with some things, such as helping to design a flood levee or something, but he doesn't want to be disturbed most of the time. If you force your way into his house, you'll be killed by the mechanical guards. After a lot of big people touched their noses, they didn't dare to come to him. ”

Mark nodded, not saying anything.

Every Orthodox church has areas that are forbidden to outsiders, and the core area of the great craftsmen of the Mechanicus Cult is not allowed to outsiders, which is normal.

"I don't think I'm going to hit a wall...... Right? He didn't know who he had saved last night. After meeting the master craftsman, how much does it mean to speak? He could only mumble in his heart and walk up the final stone steps.

The gate of the mansion is quite magnificent, and in terms of size, it is comparable to the previous walled city.

The four-man tall arch for a truck is cast in brass, and on the door, two huge minotaur reliefs are quite domineering.

Mark pulls on the movable nose ring on the bull's nose sculpture, and as soon as he knocks, he finds that the door, which should have been very heavy, opens extremely smoothly to both sides, revealing a glorious vestibule.

"This, excuse ......"

No one responded to him.

The foyer resembles a large museum, and the red carpet that catches your eye first seems to tell visitors that the host is not indifferent.

Although the glass display cases on both sides are showing some kind of parts similar to robots, anything with a booth made of red flannel, gorgeous high spotlights, and a sign and the signature of the master immediately becomes high-end.

Maybe this is the masterpiece of the great craftsmen of the Cult of the Machine God, but Mark really doesn't know how to appreciate the metal parts covered with clockwork and linkage bearings.

The walls are full of circular pattern wallpaper, and if you look closely, you will find that they are large gears with small bumps.

The standard one-line wall lamp with a very industrial style emits a soft yellow light.

In the middle of the hall, there is a phonograph-like thing.

As soon as Mark entered the hall, on the table in the middle of the hall, a gramophone in the shape of a trumpet flower was immediately triggered by some mysterious force, and from it came the voice of Mr. Thiago Mishul with a cold and faint pride:

"A lot of people come uninvited! There are many reasons like bubbles in low-quality motor oil. ”

"If you're my friend, please prove it!"

"If you want to be my so-called friend, pull down the wrench!"

"But among those who dare to break into my workshop, there are very few who can find their way home......

After Mark's listen, he was really a little nervous.

In these years, there are as many people who have peeked at the craftsmanship of the great craftsmen of the Mechanicus Cult as the stars in the sky, and they don't see that the Mechanicus Cult has really been destroyed?

After thinking about it, Mark said loudly: "Last night, I saved the people of your Mishur family. ”

“……”

“……”

“……”

There was silence all around, and no presence responded to Mark's words.

This made Mark a little embarrassed and seemed to ...... The equipment left behind by the great craftsmen of the Divine Cult does not necessarily have AI, or has enough intelligence.

Next to the gramophone, there is a delicate typewriter.

Modern Celestial Empire young people can often only see this thing in movies or museums. Unlike lightweight computer keyboards, this old-fashioned typewriter requires a lot of effort to pull a random letter.

Well, or the Wright alphabet.

Presumably this is some kind of Cult of Mechanics password or password?

Mark was in trouble.

If he doesn't prove it, he's the uninvited villain.

After thinking about it, Mark took out another proof - he had previously played the mysterious man, and he used the rubbing of the god of wine to change it to a transcendent object, and exchanged it for a silver-level thanksgiving scroll from a nobleman.

As he placed the spirit-like Thanksgiving Roll on the tray next to the typewriter, the tray sank to the sound of mechanical gears turning......

After a while, the old man came again.

Thiago's hoarse pitch change voice suddenly came from the gramophone, and it was clear that the master craftsman was furious:

"Liar! You big liars! You actually used such a clumsy reason to deceive me again!? ”

At the same time, the entire hall shook violently.

For a moment, Mark's mind went blank, and his first reaction was that the damn male nobleman had lied to him! It's a fake thanksgiving roll!

When I think about it, I feel impossible!

A nobleman who has no divine power overflow and is obviously an ordinary person, how can he have the ability to hide the dice of fate?

Behind him, at the heavy brass gate, a terrible jack gate slammed down with a loud clang.

The back road was cut off in an instant, and the surrounding situation was terrifying.

As the dense and piercing sound of winches and gears sounded in all directions, the floor, walls, and ceilings that could be touched as far as the eye could see cracked together.

The counter containing the exhibits was rising, the floor was plummeting, and the seemingly empty walls were cracking, revealing robotic arms with circular saw blades that were spinning at high speed.

Mark never imagined that he would be able to see this kind of dazzling, purely mechanically driven transformation mansion through another world.

For a moment, he almost doubted that he had traveled not to a mysterious world, but to the belly of a Transformer.

If he weren't an insider, he would have been in the mood to enjoy this great mechanical performance, but the current situation couldn't help but make him hesitate.

The floor was rapidly sinking, and the two machine spirits on his body let out exclamations at the same time.

[Mark? 】

[Brother? 】

"Take me to the top of the showcase!"

The mechanical deformation of the hall cannot be said to be unpleasant. Those display cabinets with high lights are lifted by the mechanism and sent to the ceiling in three seconds at most.

The uninvited guest who almost reacted must have sunk down with the falling floor as soon as possible.

Miss Doll's spirit silk delicately wrapped around the tall lampstand above the display case, allowing Mark to fly lightly directly above the display case.

It's a very delicate mechanical structure. The rectangular space on the ceiling is just enough for the display case to pass through. That error can be called a puzzle.

What made Mark's scalp tingle even more was that just as the others were ascending with the display case, he heard the sound of mechanical metal footsteps coming from under the display case.

That's the sound of mechanical feet stomping on the carpet!

So, the robot responsible for ambushing visitors was hidden directly below the display case from the beginning?

At this time, it seemed to be safe, but there was a messy footstep sound from under the display case, most likely that the ambushers could not find the enemy and were scurrying around.

Miss Bison whispered, "How do you know it's safe here?" ”

Mark smiled faintly: "Since this is a showcase, it must be the place that Thiago values the most." If you break the glass directly, you will most likely trigger another kind of alarm, but for now, ......"

Mark looked around and saw that it was a ceiling mezzanine space filled with mechanical booms, cables, and more.

It was only when the mansion continued to deform that Mark caught a glimpse of light: "Go over there!" ”

Miss Doll pulled Marka over as she said.

Taking advantage of the last chance to close a trap deck, Mark slipped in like lightning.

As soon as he entered, he was a little dumbfounded.

"It's ......"