touchnovel Chapter 62 You're not a warlock, and I'm not a mechanic.
Chapter 62 You're not a warlock, and I'm not a mechanic.
Didn't we agree that we'd be back in three hours? Only half an hour has passed.
Before Lu Zhao could think any further, his attention was drawn to the "master" in the long robe, because there was a line of golden characters above his head.
Blurry, indistinct, just like Old Ji Tou.
"I understand."
Based on the other party's identity as a sorcerer, he immediately realized that the reason why his special skills could not be copied was because they were not simply skills cultivated from martial arts manuals, but exclusive skills that incorporated sorcery.
"It seems that magic is indeed powerful, as it can actually block the system."
When Lu Zhao first transmigrated, he hadn't studied any martial arts manuals, yet he was able to copy Dog Breathing and a bunch of auxiliary special skills. It can be deduced that one can copy special skills without becoming a martial artist.
However, this conclusion fails when faced with warlocks: without becoming a warlock, one cannot replicate exclusive skills.
Fortunately, the system also offered a glimpse of the future; at least Lu Zhao could see that blurry line of light.
If there were absolutely no chance of copying, he shouldn't have seen it. The fact that he saw it means that copying is possible, but certain conditions need to be met.
For example, becoming a warlock?
Lu Zhao suddenly sensed something was wrong and turned to look at Fu Xixi.
No, she's not a warlock at all!
If someone has multiple special skills, only the one with the best overall quality and level will be copied.
The fact that Fu Xixi's special skill was revealed meant that it had nothing to do with magic; she was simply a sorcerer's apprentice!
The thought that she had deceived him from the very beginning immediately made Lu Zhao feel...
comfortable.
"That evens out the matter of me scaring her."
At this moment, the real sorcerer in the robes at the door spoke.
"Who is this person?"
This person also had a classic hairstyle, held in place by a hairpin. He was middle-aged and had a well-groomed, thick beard.
At that time, the Qin Dynasty did not consider having a beard to be beautiful, but it seemed that this fashion still existed among groups such as scholars and magicians.
Upon hearing the question, Fu Xixi began to tremble again. She didn't even dare to lie, and could only cautiously say, "He was sent by Master Wang Zhao, a mechanic."
Upon hearing this, the man next to the middle-aged sorcerer objected.
"He's a mechanic sent by the royal army, so who am I?"
Clearly, this is the real mechanic.
Lu Zhao said quietly, "Is it possible that... that Master Wang has more than one mechanic under his command?"
The other person paused for a moment, realizing there was indeed more than one.
However, the middle-aged sorcerer coldly remarked, "Does he look like a mechanic?"
Everyone looked at Lu Zhao, who was dressed in a clean and tidy training uniform, with his hands empty.
Then look at the real mechanic, dressed in work clothes covered in engine oil, carrying a toolbox.
"....."
Lu Zhao activated his rapid thinking.
I need to find an excuse.
However, Fu Xixi spoke up for him first: "Master, but he really did fix the machine."
The warlock narrowed his eyes: "You've broken the machine again?"
"..."
Fu Xixi was immediately embarrassed.
Lu Zhao returned the favor, saying, "It's not her problem, the filter is just clogged. Grinding machines are prone to this kind of thing."
This time, Fu Xixi narrowed her eyes and said, "Then why do you say the problem is very serious?"
"Just kidding."
"Why!"
"It's fun."
The middle-aged sorcerer narrowed his eyes even further: "Something's not right with you. Your words sound like an excuse, your behavior is illogical, and a crucial motive is missing. Could it be that you...?"
Lu Zhao thought to himself, "As expected of a sorcerer, his mind is indeed meticulous. He has indeed hidden his key motive, which is the system."
Oh no, what if he finds out? They're the mad scientists of this world. What if he takes me to slice me up for research?
The sorcerer in the middle continued, "Could it be that you're a spy?!"
"..."
It seems I was overthinking it.
Lu Zhao was completely numb.
Upon hearing the word "spy," Fu Xixi, the opportunist, turned against him: "What! I trusted you so much, and you're the spy all along!"
"A spy brazenly barged in just to steal a grinder?!"
Fu Xixi frowned and pondered for a while, then shook her head: "Hard to say."
The middle-aged sorcerer said in a deep voice, "In that case, I think we need to thoroughly investigate your identity, who you are, what your purpose is in coming here, whether you are plotting a conspiracy, and whether you have any accomplices..."
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"...Are you here to steal technology, or do you have other motives? If you want to assassinate me, then you are guilty of a heinous crime. Even if you want to assassinate Neishi Xiangyang, it is unforgivable. If you want to harm Ji Ye, then I can turn a blind eye."
Hey?
"But that's unlikely. No one with a brain would want to challenge him, so that motive can be ruled out. In that case..."
At this point, the middle-aged sorcerer's robes fluttered without wind, as if he were about to transform.
"...I had no choice but to arrest you and hand you over to the military prison for interrogation."
???
Lu Zhao finally understood why Fu Xixi was so afraid of her master. This girl was not only good at making a big deal out of things, but also had a strong ability to take action.
The military supervisory team was dispatched by the Imperial Military Supervisory Bureau to various military units, with the purpose of supervising the troops.
I've heard that anyone taken away by them, whether guilty or not, will be severely injured when they get out. If they see that Lu Zhao was sent there by a high-ranking sorcerer, he might be injured twice as much.
You absolutely must not go there.
Lu Zhao quickly said, "No, my name is Lu Zhao. I learned machine repair from Brother Wang. I really was sent by him. You can go and verify with him if you don't believe me!"
The sorcerer's robes still billowed.
Fu Xixi hesitated for a moment, then gritted her teeth and said, "Master, why don't we ask him? He doesn't seem like a spy to me."
call.
The middle-aged sorcerer's robes fell to the ground.
"Then ask him. I'll contact him directly."
After saying that, he reached into his robe.
The transport ship was sailing in the virtual sea, where cell phones could not be used. So Lu Zhao, who had already put himself into a state of perfect tranquility, was still a little curious about what means he would use to communicate remotely.
Could it be some kind of magic, like using paper cranes to send messages?
Or could it be a direct connection of thoughts?
Then the warlock pulled out a walkie-talkie.
"..." Lu Zhao was still a little disappointed.
"I am Cen Lanqi, please connect me to Wang Zhao."
"Hey! Old Cen, what's up?" It was Wang Zhao's voice.
Cen Lanqi: "How many mechanics did you send over?"
Wang Zhao: "One."
Cen Lanqi glanced at Lu Zhao and continued, "Master Xiong came with me, but there's another person here who claims to have been sent by you as well."
Wang Zhao flew into a rage: "What?! This is outrageous! Who dares to impersonate one of my men?! What's his name?"
Cen Lanqi: "Lu Zhao."
Wang Zhao: "...Um, what did you just say?"
Cen Lanqi: "Someone is impersonating the mechanic you sent."
Wang Zhao: "No, the previous sentence."
Cen Lanqi: "How many mechanics did you send over?"
Wang Zhao: "Two."
"..."
Apart from Lu Zhao, the other three remained silent.
The middle-aged sorcerer named Cen Lanqi could tell that this was blatant cover-up, but he was also certain that Lu Zhao was not a spy.
"Why did you come here?" he asked after hanging up the radio.
Lu Zhao told the truth about 90% of the story, claiming that he came to find Shen Xianke and her group, but accidentally entered this place. He said that Fu Xixi said the machine was broken, so he helped fix it. He changed his motive to kindness, rather than to replicate the special effects.
Cen Lanqi still seemed to have some reservations: "Then why didn't you say so sooner?"
"If I'd told you earlier, would you have believed me?!" Lu Zhao was completely convinced.
Cen Lanqi is both meticulous and suspicious, so he would never believe it.
The good news is that he was quite self-aware and frankly said, "Indeed, I won't believe everything you say. Since that's the case, for Wang Zhao's sake, let's just consider it a misunderstanding for now. You can leave."
Lu Zhao immediately slipped away.
This sorcerer is difficult to deal with; he'll send people to the military supervision team at the drop of a hat. Old Ji is much more easygoing.
After he and the mechanic surnamed Xiong left, Fu Xixi lowered her head and whispered in a voice barely above a whisper, "Master..."
She was still worried about the machine.
However, Cen Lanqi didn't bring up this issue, and instead said, "Something's not right with him."
Fu Xixi: "Huh?"
"Since Wang Zhao vouched for him, his identity is definitely not in question. But he said his motive was to help others, which is unrealistic. He doesn't seem like the kind of person who lends a helping hand unconditionally. He must have another purpose..."
Cen Lanqi's gaze lingered on Fu Xixi's face for a moment, then moved to her chest, which didn't quite match her youthful appearance, before quickly looking away. He then clapped his hands.
He's interested in you.
Fu Xixi: ?