As the Engineer Walker mourned the loss of the ultra-exquisite, limited-edition figurine, he rushed back to Da Xue's workshop. With the help of the blacksmiths and students, he rushed to produce a new scouting marionette. As for the other Voidwalkers, they had nothing to do at the moment. Now that they had regained their physical bodies, they did not dare to go through the portal recklessly. They could only sit in the living room and wait for the Engineer Walker to finish his new gadget while they discussed the current situation.
As the First Walker of the Void, the Archmage immediately put forward a very serious opinion. "Now, the main point is not to discuss the specific situation of this civilization, or the specific combat power and technological prowess of this civilization. The main point is a question that all of you have neglected. What should we call them? So, the most important thing right now is to give them a name! If you ask me, let's call them 'Skywalkers', since they're riding on sleigh-like flying devices. "
"Sounds like a good name, but why does it sound so lame? Like they're going to start sending links and QR codes in the next second? "Baiyi shook his head, disapproving of the Archmage's suggestion.
"Then … Skyhawk Warriors?" The Scholar Walker, who was analyzing the Otherworld's language, suddenly interrupted.
'Hey, you're revealing your age …
"The Flying Dutchman?"
Can we not plagiarize someone else's work?
As the Voidwalkers began to expose their naming skills, the people from the Otherworld were also analyzing them. The marionette that had been picked up by the Voidwalkers was lying on the office table. This was the most luxurious and most prestigious captain's room on the floating steam ship. A few humanoid creatures covered in fur coats were gathered there, looking at the unique creation and communicating with each other in their unique language.
"I've asked the best engineer on the ship to take a look at it. He said that he has never seen such exquisite craftsmanship before. He has no idea how it works, or how it flies," a middle-aged man said. He had wrapped himself into a ball with a cotton jacket, and his breath was still puffing out white steam. On his chest was a golden rudder emblem, indicating that he was the captain of the ship.
"This is the most exquisite creation I've ever seen. It's like a work of art that cannot be replicated." The first mate, who had a silver rudder emblem pinned to his chest, carefully caressed the surface of the marionette with his fingers, which were covered in thick leather gloves, as if he was admiring and examining its beauty. He then said, "But we should descend now. It's too cold up there …"
The captain nodded and gave the order to descend. Then, the steam ship spat out a large cloud of thick white smoke and slowly passed through the clouds like a submarine, descending to the most suitable altitude for the floating ship. The surrounding temperature rose rapidly, as if it had instantly turned from winter to summer. The first thing everyone on the ship did after descending was to take off their clothes.
"Although I don't like flying, if I can pick up another gadget like this, I don't mind making a few more trips." The bearded chief engineer said as he calculated excitedly. "This little thing can definitely be exchanged for a large sum of money! It's enough for us to replace the latest power systems and those ferocious cannons! "
"Do you want us to sell it? Sell this exquisite work of art, this priceless treasure from another world? " The captain asked angrily. His face was a little red, but no one knew if it was because of his excitement or because of the rapid change in temperature.
"Why not?" The first mate was puzzled. "We might be able to exchange for a few months' worth of supplies, and let everyone on the ship have a good drink! I know a guy called Crippled Hank. His ship is very rich, and he likes to collect these things. "
The issue of what to do with the marionette quickly sparked a series of arguments within the ship. The voices were so loud that many people outside could hear them. The rider on the sled, who was lucky enough to pick up the marionette, was leaning against the door to eavesdrop on the conversation inside. When he heard that the people inside the ship were planning to sell the marionette, he seemed to be in a bad mood.
"They're actually planning to sell it? They're just going to sell it? " The rider's face was full of disbelief as he spoke to his partner, who was on the sled with him. "This can't do! I can't let them do this! "Having said that, the young man impulsively wanted to barge into the captain's room to stop this short-sighted action.
Fortunately, his partner, who was a lot older than him, stopped him in time. He dragged him to the side and whispered, "Are you crazy? You'll be thrown off the ship if you barge into the captain's room! "
"Aren't we already used to it?" The young man said impatiently, straightening his clothes.
"Alright, I know you're Lar the Shining, the best rider in the sky. But dear Lar, we've changed ships too many times over the years, and I'm getting old. I don't want to live like a vagabond anymore. Plus, I've taken a fancy to your future aunt in the bar. So, my only nephew, can you please cooperate with me this time?" His partner tried to persuade him. He put his hands on his nephew's shoulders and said, "Don't worry. Even if you sell that thing, we won't be left out. Captain is known for his fairness and justice. Your good luck this time is enough for us to live a good life. I think this is a good thing, don't you think?"
The young man hesitated for a long time, but in the end, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue and nodded helplessly. He didn't want to hand over the magic puppet at first, but it was his uncle-cum-partner's persuasion that convinced him to make a decision that seemed to be the most beneficial to him. And now, it seemed that selling the magic puppet was probably the best solution.
Of course, no one on the ship could have imagined that if they returned the magic puppet to its owner, the owner would be so happy that he would be able to repay them. This was beyond their imagination.
"Will we fly again?" the young man asked.
"Maybe, maybe not," the middle-aged man shrugged. The middle-aged man shrugged. He obviously did not know what the captain was planning. "It's always a big risk to take to the sky. It depends on how much that little thing can sell for in the end. Besides, my intuition tells me that the black hole is very dangerous. There seems to be an extremely terrifying existence inside. Our offense might have caused it to be unhappy. Someone was attacked before, wasn't it?"
"That's not really an attack. Philip's ship was only scratched a little, and some paint fell off." The young man continued, "I think that if the person who made that little thing was really angry, he wouldn't do it so easily, would he?"
The middle-aged man shrugged and didn't comment on the young man's words. He immediately put his arm around the young man's shoulder and invited him for a drink. It was a way to celebrate his unexpected gain.
When both of them were a little tipsy and were about to take a woman each back to their cabins, the loudspeaker outside suddenly informed everyone to get ready to fly. They were going to take a stroll around the black hole again.
The young rider wondered why the captain would order them to take off twice within a day, but the excitement of exploring the unknown made him immediately push away the woman beside him. He quickly ran back and changed into his flying suit. After putting on his wind-proof goggles, he happened to see his uncle, who had also finished his preparations. The two smiled at each other and nodded, thinking that they would still be lucky enough to pick something up from the sky. After all, there was an old proverb here: good luck always lasts for one day.
Soon, more than twenty riders boarded their own ships and flew towards the mysterious black hole. The number of riders had more than doubled compared to the previous time. These people had all heard of the young man's story today and wanted to come and try their luck.
The captain's unusual decision to fly twice in a day was entirely due to the suggestion of an engineer. That engineer also agreed to sell the magic marionette, but because the buyer's ship was very far away, it would take a long time for them to go back and forth. They also needed to replenish supplies and maintain the ship's hull. It was likely that they wouldn't be able to return for a long time. In that case, they might as well take a stroll and see if they could find something else. After all, if they didn't come back for such a long time, the mysterious black hole would eventually be discovered by other ships. Wouldn't it be a great loss if the treasure was reaped by others?
With this thought in mind, the giant steamship approached the portal once again. The airship's knights approached the portal excitedly and began to toss the trinkets in their arms into the portal. Some of them were wine bottles, but most of them were amulets. For some reason, they thought that the young man had been able to pick up the magic marionette because he had tossed something suitable into the black hole.
It seemed that their guess was correct. Because soon, there was a reaction from the black hole. The thing that the riders had been waiting for — the exquisite, art-like magic marionette appeared once again. It had the same green paint and a round head, but this time, it seemed to be a little different. It was no longer a palm-sized work of art. It was a two-meter tall steel giant!
No one said that scouting magic marionettes had to be small, right? This new scouting magic marionette had been thrown into the black hole by the engineer, who was in a hurry to make it. He had modified the armored marionette from the warehouse and thrown it into the black hole. He didn't expect to be surrounded by a group of riders as soon as it appeared.
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