"Your Majesty the Wild Hunt King, these Mechanical constructs are much stronger than Sea Monsters and Barbarians, not suitable for collecting Fairy Dust and Soul Gems, we should retreat for now."
With her reminder, Byron and Violet finally snapped out of their initial shock.
They exchanged a glance with tacit understanding, but instead of abandoning the idea of developing whale oil machines, they became even more determined.
Let's not mention the issue of quitting due to minor mishaps; moreover, as long as they are around, artificial intelligence won't be able to cause chaos.
Violet looked up at the flying Mechanical constructs swooping down again, and smiled coldly:
"Too strong? That depends on whom they are facing.
If the Old Gods are the knowledge source of the Kin, granting life or death at will.
Then I am their knowledge source! They're too green to play tricks under my hand."
