My teacher is a deity.

Chapter 41 Mysterious Technical Support

Ross felt he was rather unlucky.

My first time venturing into the dungeon, I almost got swatted to death like a fly. I still have psychological trauma from it and haven't dared to venture into the dungeon again.

"I wonder how Gabo is doing now. I heard he's selling scrap at the market."

After swallowing a mouthful of bitter wine, Ross felt somewhat lost.

Just then, there was a knock on the door of the cabin in the residence.

"Who is it?"

"I am Gabo."

Ross rubbed his eyes, pushed open the door, and found Gabo looking extremely serious and focused.

"Uh? Gabo, what's this?"

"Shh! That person gave us some tasks. You probably know quite a few people there, right?"

That sir?

Ross's eyes lit up, and he immediately realized who the "big shot" Gabo was referring to was.

"Is it Ms. Vichy?"

"Keep your voice down!"

Gabo immediately lowered his voice and whispered, "Do you want to be punished?"

Ross immediately covered his mouth, not daring to reveal any more information.

"What are you talking about?"

"Don't ask yet. Just give me a list and ask them if they want some useful spell templates."

The price is negotiable.

Ross's expression turned strange upon hearing the spell template.

He also knew that this guy had been working on spell templates lately.

But isn't that secondhand junk, specifically designed to scam newbies?

Could it be that he has already swindled all the adventurer leaders he knows, and now he's setting his sights on solo players?

Before he could speak, Gabo said in a low voice.

"These are all good stuff. I'll only pay 4000 yuan tonight at 3 AM."

"The password for entry is: No mole, trading is allowed."

Soon, it was evening.

The underground city, which should have been deserted, suddenly became much more crowded.

However, these people were not equipped with many weapons, and they were covered in black robes, so they did not look like they were here to adventure in the dungeon.

Ross felt increasingly strange and soon arrived at the market he was in charge of.

He soon met Gabo.

This guy is so obvious; he's standing right in the center, without even trying to hide it.

"Ahem, everyone's almost here. I'm Gabo, the former leader of the Green Silver Adventurer's Guild..."

"Jiabo, we're all roughnecks, can't you be more direct? Don't act like those rats at auctions, okay?"

Gabo clicked his tongue, but didn't continue with any polite opening remarks.

"Alright, alright, one spell template, two gold coins."

"Huh? You called everyone out just for this?"

A familiar guild leader immediately expressed his dissatisfaction: "The spell template costs two gold coins. This is not cheaper than those city defense troops."

Dude, I thought you'd give me a discount if you sold scrap metal!

"Ahem, first of all, the price will not change; it will be sold at the market price."

"Secondly, this isn't junk! It's a genuine rare find!"

As he spoke, Gabo took out a spell template from his pocket. It was very clean, without any signs of damage, but the spell patterns were much more complex than normal spell templates, indicating a three-dimensional, advanced drawing method.

"Huh? I've never seen this kind of thing before with the city defense forces. What kind of magic is engraved on it?"

Several regimental commanders immediately gathered around, examining the item in Gabo's hand.

"First-tier bone healing technique, first-tier hemostasis technique, first-tier energy-boosting technique—one is equivalent to three! And the quality of the released effects is even better!"

"Huh? Three-in-one?"

Some guild leaders, not believing in such superstitions, took the spell templates, attached them to their puppets, and tried them out. Several spells were released instantly, and the effect was indeed just as Gabo had said!

In an instant, the entire room fell silent, and everyone looked at Gabo with a very strange expression.

They've been using the puppets a lot lately and love them, but there are still some major pain points they can't solve.

That's because the puppet's spell slots are too limited; it's just the same few over and over again. The Shadow Children are almost developing a special resistance to their spells.

To deal with golems equipped with healing spells, release poison mist and refuse to fight them.

The opponent's puppet equipped with attack spells immediately pressed forward, trading blows for damage.

The puppet's power began to wane, and the reason for this was that there were too few spell slots!

"Your unorthodox methods are a bit too unconventional, Gabo."

"Haven't seen you for days, where did you get this thing?"

Gabo shook his finger. "Two gold coins. If you keep arguing, I'll raise the price."

"Okay, okay! Anything else?"

"Yes, brother, yes, look at this lightsaber technique..."

.......

Edith has been having some troubles lately.

After she asked her powerful backer for help, he quickly responded.

They said they would try to pressure the Imperial Council to send some experts to support her, and also bring some new technologies to improve the puppets, so that the Empire would pay more attention to the vampires.

But time waits for no one!

Only a few days later, the Children of Shadows had almost recovered and started fighting with him again!

The puppet's advantages are being gradually eroded, while its disadvantages are being magnified infinitely.

The most troublesome thing is that the Queen's experts also seem to dislike the vampires.

They kept going around in circles and wouldn't come, clearly intending to be a fence-sitter and only coming when the Imperial Enforcer arrived.

"Tsk, looks like I really have to step in and play myself. I can't put it off any longer."

Edith sighed, preparing to lead his men into the dungeon to risk their lives.

But at that moment, the adjutant suddenly walked into the tent.

"Ms. Edith, here is today's battle report."

"I understand. More heavy losses, another stalemate on the front lines. It's been like this for the past few days..."

"Prepare to assemble the Night Knights, we..."

Before she could finish speaking, her adjutant suddenly interrupted her with a sigh.

"Uh, ma'am, today seems a little different. The adventurers did a great job."

"What?"

Edith took the battle report, glanced at it briefly, and was immediately stunned.

The battle lines, which were originally locked in a stalemate on the outer and middle levels, have inexplicably surged forward and have now reached the center of the middle level, where the Child of Shadows is being relentlessly beaten by the adventurers.

Could it be that the number of puppets has increased?

"How many puppets did they buy?"

"It's much less than before, even the number of modules consumed has been reduced by half."

"?"

Edith remained silent.

This is completely illogical!

She knew very well how strong this group of adventurers was; without the puppet, they couldn't defeat the Shadow Child at all.

She paced back and forth, trying to figure out what was going on for a long time, but still couldn't understand what was happening.

Could it be that some adventurers with the strength to slay dragons have come to support us from the front lines?

"Summon someone to come with me to the front lines."

"Battle reports can be deceiving, but the front lines can not."

"I want to see for myself what's going on."

......

at the same time.

The Underground Night Capital.

The Shadow Priestess Mansa is cursing.

She screamed, her eyes bulging like a mad sow.

The nearby boulder was smashed, and a large number of Shadow Children, soaking in the blood pool, were waiting to be reborn.

"Can anyone tell me?!"

"What's going on with those puppets?!"

"Where did they get all those strange spells?!"

"In just one day, we've lost eight of our compatriots! We can't even piece their bodies back together!"