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Mechanical Alchemist

The dark underground dungeon was filled with countless ancient relics and treasures. Eerie, deformed, cursed objects... The abyss, catacombs, Ancient Gods, mythical races... Mechanics, cursed seal implants, and the gargantuan black towers... A peculiar mix of Alchemy, a drop of steampunk, two spoons of supernatural mystery, blending into a vibrant and colorful fantasy world. I am a puppeteer Alchemist. All that my eyes behold, becomes my puppet. Alone, I am an army!

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Chapter 77: Some Post-Event Matters

Qian led Lei Na away from the "Musket Inn."

Having gotten rid of such a hot potato, Su Lun also felt relieved.

He hadn't expected such an ordinary trial guide task to cause so many accidents, several fierce battles, and more than a dozen wounds big and small; he felt very exhausted.

Considering that Qian and the guild's executives were handling everything, he thought there was nothing left for him to do, so he decided to stay at the inn and rest for the night.

However, he didn't stay in room 304 but opened a new one next door.

In case of trouble, he wanted to have room to react if someone traced him here.

....

The next day, his biological clock woke him up from meditation on time.

He checked the time, and it was time to gather for the street patrol. With nothing to pack, he checked the bullets in his musket and walked out the door.

The neighboring room 304 showed no signs of a break-in, so he thought the matter had probably been settled satisfactorily.