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'Mercury Spider Street' can be regarded as a neighborhood in Muya city-state famous for its "food". As for why "food" is used instead of "food", it is because there are many types of intelligent creatures in the city-state, and their diets are not the same, so it is impossible to define whether many foods can be called "food".

Barrett bought two 'frog skewers' for ten copper coins in front of a snake man's paving. The content on the skewer is quite rich. Not only is there an ordinary slap-sized peeled frog, but also a potato cut into a diamond shape, two cabbage, a section of green pepper, and a small tomato.

The skewers are smeared with red hot sauce and sprinkled with some green fragrant leaves, which looks quite tempting and smells full of aroma.

Barrett bit off the frog's thigh in one bite, chewing the meat with the bone in his mouth. The taste of the skewers is not bad. The animal fat and the rich and spicy hot sauce that have been burned by the fireworks are not bad at all.

The 'meat ball' on his shoulders grabbed Manzi's clothes with his small claws, and his whole body leaned out vigorously, "Is it delicious? Master, is it delicious?" It kept asking.

"I'll give you a taste." Barrett plucked a kale from the skewer with his hands and stuffed it into the meatball's mouth. After the little guy squirmed twice, he spat out the cabbage with a puff. "This is not delicious." It said resentfully, "Joey wants to taste the meaty one."

"You can't eat this." Barrett refused without thinking.

"Oh..." Meatball slumped back in frustration.

The fallen kale bounced twice on the ground and rolled to the edge of a shadow. There, a small spider like fluid silver poked its front claws out of the shadows. After it grabbed the cabbage on the ground, it quickly retracted into the shadows.

Barrett and some other nearby pedestrians saw the scene, but no one seemed surprised.

'Mercury Spider Street' was not originally called this name, but it was because there were many small spiders with a silky silver appearance that appeared just now, so people habitually changed their name slowly.

These ultra-small constructs help people clean up the neighborhood for free, and they are not owned by the Society, but belong to the shop called "Gear Heart" in the center of the street.

The owner of the shop is an odd-looking 'modron wanderer', and I heard it came from the 'mechanical realm' - the clock plane full of gears.

'Moron' is an absolutely lawful creature, the guardian of the mechanical plane. They maintain the axles, polish the cogs, and keep the entire plane functioning properly. Like other absolutely lawful creatures, Modrons also have a very strict hierarchy. The supreme and unique person who rules all Modrons is called the "Singularity" and is the creator of the laws of the entire Modron kingdom.

There are many strange creatures living in the vast multiverse, but in terms of the degree of strangeness, 'Moron' is definitely at the forefront. The appearance of this creature is not much different from that of ordinary construct creatures, but there are many essential differences between the two.

First of all, modrons need food, and they need to breathe and sleep like normal creatures. Of course, its internal metabolism must be very different from that of ordinary creatures.

Second, they can "breed" on their own. When a modron dies, its vital essence returns to the central energy pool within the modron realm, and an individual of the next tier modron is immediately promoted to fill the vacancy it created.

Of course, this will create a vacancy for a lower-tier modron, so a lower-tier modron will continue to be promoted. This process continues down to the lowest level of 'unit mounds'. Since there is no lower-level modron than the unit mound, when the unit mound is empty, the new modron is replenished by another unit mound through fission, and the energy required for fission is extracted from the central energy pool.

Modrons are typical hive minds, unable to understand feelings and have no concept of 'self', but there are still some individuals who often come into contact with plane travelers who go to the mechanical realm, and imitate the emotions of those travelers through subconsciousness , has emerged from the ethnic group of 'one thousand people with one face', and gradually has its own unique personality.

Such individuals will generally no longer endure the dull and boring life once, they will break away from the group, follow a plane traveler to wander through the multiverse, until they die of natural aging, or find a place that satisfies them. Settle down and live on.

The owner of the 'Gear Heart' shop is one of the latter.

After eating all the two frog skewers on Crystal Spider Street, Barrett asked for a few oysters in front of a 'Lobnail Fishman' stall. The kinder murloc skillfully used a knife to pry open the fresh oysters one by one, and then asked Barrett, "Do you need lemon juice, hot sauce, or plum wine?"

"Lemon juice."

After getting the affirmative answer from the barbarian, the murloc cut another green lemon, and the fresh, sweet and sour breath instantly diffused into the surrounding air. The murloc squeezed a few drops of lemon on top of each oyster, then signaled the barbarian to enjoy it.

Barrett picked up one of the oysters and poured it whole into his mouth. A creamy smooth and tender taste, carrying the original breath and salty taste of sea water, filled Barbarian's mouth, causing him to sigh involuntarily with satisfaction.

Meatball also jumped along his arm to the long paved table, and stared at the remaining few oysters with two small eyes. Barrett smiled and ignored it, but took another oyster and drank it.

Every time one oyster is lost, the meatball will involuntarily rub a step forward and move on to the next one. Sometimes it stared at the food, and sometimes looked up at Barrett pitifully. Although it didn't say anything, what it wanted to express was self-evident.

When the last one was left, Barrett picked up the oyster mercilessly and put it to his mouth. Meatball stared straight at the last oyster, and opened his mouth wide at the same time as its owner, as if he was eating.

"Give it to you." The barbarian smiled and handed the oyster to Meatball, who opened his mouth to the extreme like a snake and swallowed the whole oyster in its shell. That hideous action scared the murloc stall owner back a few steps.

After eating two more baked pies filled with beef, potatoes and onions, and a portion of smoked chicken nuggets mixed with diced pickled cucumbers, Barrett, half full, made his way to the Heart of Gears store.

He looked up at the store's sign, which was a heart made of many different-sized gears. Although the mechanical heart did not beat like a normal heart, the gears inside it continued to rotate for a moment.

The barbarian pushed open the door and entered the interior of the store with a pleasant banging bell.

There are many kinds of goods in it, and most of them are related to machinery. Clocks, music boxes, clockwork dolls, and some ultra-small constructive creatures crawling around, mostly small arthropods and insects.

"Hello, what do you need to buy?" The shop owner put down his work and asked Barrett with a smile.

This 'Modron Rogue' is about the same height as Barrett. Its body is a brass-colored metal cube with a side length of nearly one meter, with two arms and two thin legs of the same length. There are also a pair of broken metal wings behind him. This thing doesn't have a head, the part where it talks and smiles, it's the human-like face that grows in front of the cube's body.

One of the eyes of the human-like face also wears a pair of single-sided glasses, and the temples of the eyes are directly fixed on the face with screws, which is much more convenient than ordinary people.

"I'm taking the liberty to ask, are you... 'Fulbin'?" Barrett asked. The name was heard from the little mage.

Modrons do not have names, they are only divided according to their own class, unit mound, dual mound, ternary mound and so on. However, the wanderer who had left the group in front of him was obviously not among them.

"Have you heard my name before? That's really my honor!" The modron creature said happily, "This name was given to me by the plane traveler who took me away from the mechanical realm, and its meaning is "The Beans Planted in Spring"."

"Nice name," Barrett said sincerely, at least better than my name.

"Is there anything I can do to help you?" asked Fulbin. "How about a pocket watch? I'm sure most adventurers need it." Pocket watch, "Look what you like about it. Since you've heard my name before, I'll give it a 10% discount. It's only one hundred and eighty gold coins, and it's yours."

So expensive! I'm sure most adventurers can't afford it. Barrett took the pocket watch in his hand and watched it carefully. If he hadn't copied a lich's lair in the dark realm and found a lot of magic materials, he would definitely not have the money to buy this thing right now.

However, that's not what he came here for.

"Don't these little guys crawl around like this, don't they consume energy?" He pointed to the ultra-small constructs next to him and asked.

"The motion of any object consumes energy (regardless of the ideal uniformity)." The mouth in front of the cube opened and closed, "However, because of their small size, they consume very little energy. You are right Interested in these things?"

"I used to have a Construct Raven~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The consumption of that big metal bird was amazing, and it had to eat a broken magic crystal almost every week." Barrett said, "What about you? ?"

Raven 'Corn' was isolated from the red curtain in San Nino at first, and now I don't know what happened.

"The consumption of construct creatures increases exponentially with size, so the constructs I have here are all cute little guys who only need a small amount of magic crystal dust to keep them moving for a whole year. The shop owner stretched out his hand, and several small construct insects jumped into its hands.

It put these metal grasshoppers, ants, and dragonflies in front of Barrett, "If I guessed correctly, the raven you mentioned should be the creation of the Magic Association."

After getting a positive answer from the barbarians, the modron wanderer Fubin said, "The constructs made by the association have many functions, and some types have a lot of intelligence, so the consumption will increase exponentially. . These are just small toys for children and construct lovers for entertainment, and at most some simple cleaning work."

"I've heard that not all constructs are made of metal, and some are made of rock, clay, or flesh, aren't they?" Barrett asked.

"Yes, you are right," said Fubin. "The essence of the construct is not these materials, but the spark of life obtained from the alchemy circle." Modron gently used his fingers I touched the metal dragonfly's wings and watched it fly into the air. "These weak life sparks are extracted from the elemental plane, without consciousness or memory. Of course, when mages create constructs, they occasionally use some more special means, such as direct injection of memory-erasing soul."

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