Chapter 85: Make or Break
The walk was completely silent, and for a mont Grey thought that it would take days to travel to where Esralda was going. What he didn’t expect was that there was a cabin stationed just half a minute from the vampire lair.
It was like Esralda had never had any real respect for the vampires at all and had just set up her abode here to taunt them.
’This cabin is practically identical to the Wicked Forest Witch’s...’ Grey thought, feeling that it couldn’t have possibly been a coincidence.
The introduction had said that this was a flash from the past, but there was no way that the Wicked Forest Witch and Esralda were one and the sa. The Wicked Forest Witch was far too weak.
The inside of the cabin was completely unlike the one Grey had been in, though.
The location of the fireplace was far further back, so there probably wasn’t so hidden back room beyond it. And, right in the middle of everything was a huge table that was easily six or more inches thick of just solid wood.
On the table, at its center, was a Cyber Mat with a scattered array of materials, Cyber Cores, and what looked like scrapped blueprints.
’Did she set this place up specifically to fix her eye? What does that have to do with the vampire pimp? Did she think they could help her?’
Esralda waved a hand and a gust moved quite a number of materials away into a scattered pile to the side. Then, she waved a hand again and three neat piles appeared.
Each pile was stacked onto the thick table and stood taller than Grey. His lip couldn’t help but twitch.
Were these the three sets of materials he asked for? The blueprint for a Proving Class eye required this much? That was just ridiculous.
Grey forced down his own doubts. There were too many of them. Whether it was his lack of understanding in what he was getting himself into or how Esralda would react when he failed, he couldn’t think about this right now.
"Here are the blueprints I have procured."
Esralda waved another hand and stacks upon stacks of blueprints appeared. There must have been at least half a dozen stacks and each one was just as tall as the materials piles.
’Holy shit...’ Grey cursed inwardly and looked toward Esralda. "You have no idea which one of these works, do you?"
Esralda gave him a sad smile. "Unfortunately, my crafting skill is not on the level of your chanical Jaw Lineage. Prosthetic ch blueprints are also exceptionally hard to co by. Whether they are fake or not, I do not have the expertise to tell, I could only try them all. But I have only been t with failure.
"To make matters worse, it is difficult for
to tell if it is my own lack of skill or the blueprint that is the problem. I’ll have to rely on you."
Grey’s brows pinched. There was no way he knew more about crafting chs than Esralda did. His education ca from a to he could barely read because his Nexis Suit wasn’t working properly.
By the ti he had been able to use the pinky ring as a replacent for his Nexis Suit, Sabrina had appeared and he didn’t get a chance to go over the to again before that damned holy knight took it.
He had never even heard of whatever this "prosthetic ch" category was. But he had his guesses based on the words alone.
The conclusion was simple.
He was screwed.
Amunet stood silently by the side. It was impossible to see her expression as she was shrouded by shadows. But considering how stiff her figure looked, it seed that she could feel the gravity of the situation as well.
Maybe she would have been inclined to believe in Esralda’s kindness if her forcing herself to co here hadn’t been such a blatant power grab. It seed that in her excitent, the witch had let her mask slip a little too much.
Grey walked forward and pulled out a random blueprint.
His mind imdiately went dizzy. Countless lines and symbols, branching points and numbers. It felt like he was looking at a chanical parts specification chart.
Materials, grades, each one layered on top of one another.
Grey put it to the side and picked up another, and then another.
They all looked the sa in terms of complexity. Compared to how simple the chanical Jaw had been, this was orders of magnitude different. It didn’t even feel like the sa level.
"This is not of the Proving Class." Grey finally said, looking at Esralda. But all he got was the sa sad, pitiable smile.
"I’m afraid that most of them are not, no. There are many of the Vector Class and Vanguard Class beyond. I naively tried to find the ones that were as powerful as possible."
Grey’s gaze flickered. ’She said many. Does that an that so of them here are of the Proving Class? Is she trying to test ? What is the point of this? If she just wants to know whether I can do it or not, just give
the best chance. What is the point of these gas?’
The only answer was that she didn’t believe he could anyway and wanted to watch him squirm.
That spike of happiness she had felt earlier had long plumted to nothing after logic took hold. She was already just going through the motions, waiting for a reason to act.
’This is a person with nothing to live for.’
Grey took a breath and turned toward Esralda.
"Tell . What are the thods through which I can increase my stamina?"
Esralda raised an eyebrow. "Is this one of your questions?"
"It is."
Esralda smiled. "I see. Well, as kind as I am, until you fulfill your end, I will not be answering any of your questions."
Grey’s gaze flickered. It seed he wouldn’t be able to con his way out of this one. In fact, it seed that his question had only made her more skeptical.
Why would soone who could build Prosthetic chs not know this already?
He turned toward the piles before him.
It was make or break now.
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