After chatting with Xilin in the hall, Garon sent her away, finished eating, and continued to return to the room to practice the exercise method, now all he practiced was the exercise method of the mechanic, and the eagle claw had no way to continue to move forward, and it was necessary to belong to the mecha alone to have resonance.

This life has been going on for nearly two years, and the third level training question bank of the Mechanic is calculated every day.

Sitting in a separate study room, Garon carefully calculated the large number of computational models displayed on the walls around him, while constantly superimposing them repeatedly with his consciousness, in the process of this complex calculation and horror, he could feel that his consciousness was gradually changing, becoming more adept at calculating, and the consciousness that poured out of the Mechanic's mark was completely different from the consciousness of the eagle's claws.

The eagle's sharp claws are entrenched in his arms, like two cold black air currents, which can be easily recognized by looking inward many times.

The consciousness of the mechanic is a vague air mass that makes people unable to distinguish the shape, sometimes it is round, sometimes it is square, and more often it is a distorted irregular air mass. The inside is transparent, without any color. If you don't look closely, you can't see it at all. Moreover, the consciousness group of the mechanic is stored in the void at the back of the head, not in the human body at all.

This allowed Garon to completely overturn the common sense of all the consciousness exercises he had previously studied.

In the white room, Garon sat cross-legged, his eyes slightly closed, and two transparent thorns slowly floated behind his head, exuding a faint transparent gas, constantly floating upward.

"Intelligence has reached eight points, and then every point after that. It takes 60 points of potential, and the remaining 30 points are simply not enough. You must do everything you can to find the Yin Cane!"

In the past few years, he has been looking for the whereabouts of the Yin Cane everywhere, with the help of multiple channels. I found a little clue, but because I had to get the exclusive mecha for the time being, I couldn't go out and look for it myself.

With the constant outbreak of war between the white light and the black disk domain, extremely dangerous encounters are likely to occur everywhere in the radiation belt. It's far more dangerous than it used to be.

After practicing cross-knee calculations for a while, Garon felt that the consciousness of the mechanic had increased a little more, and Garon opened his eyes with satisfaction. But I found that the time was fast, and it was almost eight o'clock in the evening, and it was already dark outside. Through the window, you can see a black shuttle-shaped battleship patrolling slowly in the sky. The surface is covered with a lot of flickering lights.

Garon exhaled and pulled out a black key from his coat pocket, with only a spike on it, no matter how you look at it. This key seems too simple. It doesn't look like it's used to open a door at all, and any door can be opened with just one serration, which can't prevent thieves at all.

Every time he finished his calculations, he would take out the key and examine it carefully. Intuition told him that this key was not such a simple thing.

Through the spikes of various high-precision instruments, Garon discovers that the material of this key is so hard that nothing can destroy it.

Take the key and look through it repeatedly in the palm of your hand. Suddenly.

Garon froze, and he gripped the bottom of the key. Put it up in front of your eyes and look closely.

Every detail of this key has been completely memorized in his mind in the past few years, and he is so familiar that he can't be more familiar.

But now, there is an extremely fine black diamond-shaped pattern on this key, only the size of a grain of rice, which looks very complicated and even a little dizzy.

Gallon looked closely at the pattern, and it looked like a lot of flower patterns were superimposed, and it looked like a lot of weird symbols were combined in a pile, giving people a mysterious and ancient feeling.

As he continued to focus his attention on this pattern.

Suddenly, a white light burst out from the pattern, splitting into two beams with precision and fierceness, and shooting into Garon's eyes.

airplanes

An inexplicable feeling of dizziness appeared in Garon's mind, his eyes were snow-white, and he only felt dizzy and lightheaded.

His eyes were obscured by white light, and he couldn't see anything, only his ears could hear the faint sound of breaking through the air, as if he was flying at a rapid high speed. But the skin doesn't feel any real airflow.

For a long time, after he slowly got used to the white light in front of him, he didn't know what was going on, standing in front of a small white wooden door, on which was engraved a complex pattern like a flower, but Garon had never seen this kind of flower.

"Welcome to the Mechanics Alliance. A crisp girl's voice came from the door.

"This is a place where the mechanics communicate, and your area is the A54 area of your home planet, with 789 people. You are the 790th new official Mechanic. Please keep your identity key, if you miss it, please go to the Mechanic Division of Central College to reissue it. Thank you for your cooperation and have a great day. ”

The female voice faded away.

The door in front of Garon clicked open.

Outside, a somewhat lively fountain pool square appeared in front of him, people coming and going were dressed in different clothes, not looking like people from one place, but more like a mixture of different races from many countries and nationalities, with white, black, yellow, red, all kinds of colors, and even Garon saw two humans with lizard tails squatting on a small stall and bargaining with the stall owner.

A lively crowd poured into the door, making him slightly stunned.

Trying to get out of the small door, Garon put away the key and looked at the sky and around.

The sky is a very ordinary blue sky and white clouds, but there is no sun, but it is still very bright, and I don't know where the light comes from.

It is surrounded by a small circular town structure, surrounded by ordinary single-storey houses that are neither tall nor short, and the gray-brown cloths of different patterns are hung on the sides of the houses, which flutter slightly in the wind. Strangely, Garon was able to recognize the meaning of the patterns on the cloth when he saw it, and it was the name of the various shops.

"Can you get out of the way?"

A voice rang to his right, a dark-skinned woman with a white turban, tall and thin, almost as mummy.

Garon was stunned and moved out of the way. Watch as the woman walks through herself towards a shop on the left.

He himself was standing on the left side of the stairs at the entrance of the shop.

"This place, is it a hallucination or" Garon frowned. Carefully distinguish your body.

Soon he discovered that the secret martial core of life in his body was gone, and the soul seed was also gone, obviously this place was purely a virtual community.

"Real hallucinatory simulation?"

He began to slowly learn from the others to walk around the town's circular shops, where there were a lot of people coming in and out, but there was more traffic in front of the stalls on the ground, and there were dozens of shops in the fountain square in the middle. The densely packed stalls are getting more and more placed, and it seems that as time goes by, there are more and more people setting up the stalls.

Garon tried to walk towards the door of a shop.

only to find a transparent barrier blocking him. A bald man strode up the steps and glanced at him contemptuously.

"I don't have any money and I want to go into the store. ”

Garon didn't move, as if he hadn't heard it at all, and continued to explore the place.

He began to try out all the dozens of rings around the square. But they found that none of them could get in. And over time. Some stores will suddenly disappear transparently, and then others will automatically move closer to expand themselves like building blocks, filling the gap left by the store pù.

"It's magical. Garon tried to break a corner of the wall at the edge of the shop, but found it so hard that he couldn't do it. It seems to be enforced by the rules here that cannot be broken.

"This idiot is still there, it's stupid, he actually wants to break the wall stone here?" the bald head happened to walk out of the shop again. Followed by a beautiful woman with a charming face, the two hugged each other. It looks like walking together intimately.

Garon glanced at him and ignored him.

"How can the alliance even have this kind of country pig, it's annoying to look at it. The bald head scolded arrogantly.

Another thin, red-skinned man was about to enter the store at this time, but he pushed him away at random.

"Get out of the way, I'm so upset when I see the red ghost. ”

The red-skinned man was silent and didn't dare to fight back.

The bald head walked out proudly and walked towards another shop.

Garon looked up at the cloth in the shop, the intelligence point.

Apparently a place to sell intelligence.

He tried to go in again, but unfortunately the transparent light curtain stopped him.

"Don't bother, you can't get into the store without money, and your funds will be automatically detected here. The red-skinned man who had been pushed away just now smiled bitterly and said to Garon, but he didn't go in, but walked towards Garon by the steps at the entrance of the store.

"You're in for the first time here, aren't you?" his lingua franca accent was standard, apparently because there was some sort of system for translating languages.

"yes. Garon nodded. "What the hell is this place?"

"You'll find out a few more times. The red-skinned man whispered. "This is a small trading market for the Alliance's mechanics, a virtual market, which only trades knowledge and technology, and belongs to the knowledge bazaar. However, after a while, there will be an item market to be held, and then there will be a real number of people. You can trade real items directly. ”

"Knowledge Bazaar?Item Bazaar?" Garon frowned, "Is this the alliance of the mechanics here?"

"Of course, all Mechanics will automatically be issued a Guidance Key by the Guide, and can enter this virtual world and conduct various transactions. This is where the real secret of the Mechanic is located, and only the Mechanic can enter here, and no one else has any way to get in and out. The red-skinned man whispered, "The first time you came here, you didn't have your mentor with you, and you were careful to lose money when you bought and sold. ”

"Who are the people here who are involved in the fair, is it all from the same area?" Garon continued, meeting a rare person who was willing to answer his questions.

"No, people here can be anywhere, and even some of them may not be real, and there are expensive makeover tools that can modify themselves. The people here may be from nearby planets, star fields, or even the mechanics of the passing ship caravans, anyway, it is possible. The red-skinned man shook his head.

"Thank you for explaining, I haven't asked for your name yet. ”

"Orsay, my name is Orsay, there is a long list of surnames behind me, there is no need to report it, it is a skilled mechanic in the caravan fleet passing by here, only level three. The red-skinned man smiled bitterly, "The third-level mechanic is the lowest level of Cheng Dù here." ”

"I'm Garon, isn't it, the third level is actually the bottom?" Garon was stunned. He had been practicing and calculating for two years, and now he was only at the second level, not even the third level, and the person in front of him actually said that the third level was only the lowest level.

"That's true, there's no way, there's no good artifact mark, I use the lowest-grade wasp mark, and the auxiliary calculation is only three times that can only make the lowest-level scout wasp. Orsay smiled wryly again, "A higher imprint is too expensive. Our caravan pooled all the funds to buy me such an ordinary mark, and the mechanic is a money-burning profession at all. ”

"Mechanical sigils, what's that?" Garon had heard of for the first time.

"Isn't it, don't you even know the sigil of the machine!?" "What kind of teacher did you teach you? Without the assistance of the Mechanical Mark, we Capable Mechanics don't even want to enter the third layer with their computing power!"

Garon was slightly stunned, sure enough, his grandmaster felt that he was probably missing something, but he didn't expect the facts to completely confirm his conjecture, and indeed what he lacked seemed to be something that was essential to a mechanic at all-the Skill Mark.

"Let's go have a drink first, I'm convinced of you, your mentor didn't even tell you the basic common sense and let you in. Orsay shook his head helplessly.

The two of them entered a tavern-like shop at the very edge, and Orsay seemed to pay Galleon so that he could finally enter the shop.

The tavern was very large, a large area the size of a football field, full of white tables and chairs of the same size, and some people sat sparsely, all of them sat very apart, and they could not hear any of their voices, obviously soundproofed.

The two of them found a place to sit down by the wall, and Orsay tapped on the table.

"I want two ales. Hot. ”

With a bang, two cups of hot hazel ale instantly appeared in front of the two of them, both of which were large glasses, and a large amount of foam kept gushing out, and when they were about to fall on the table, they immediately disappeared.

"Thank you. Garon nodded, there was no waiter here, it seemed that there was an automatic program to control it. (To be continued......)