Milda and Mira, led by her, finally stepped into this Workshop located on the west side of the Duke’s Residence.
Today, she had specially cleaned it once, tidying the place up much more than usual, just to welcome the upcoming guests.
The moment they stepped inside, the two felt a subtle sense of oppression, like invisible shackles in the air, making their breathing feel somewhat stagnant.
Milda’s brow furrowed; her perception had always been keen, and she quickly understood what this was.
She looked back at Mira behind her, whose small face was somewhat pale, clearly also feeling the discomfort.
“Don’t push yourselves.”
Helos, seeing this, immediately understood.
She walked to the side and took out the Potion she had prepared earlier from the table.
She handed the Vigor Potion, which shimmered with a pale yellow light, and the deep blue Focus Potion to Milda and Mira.
“Drink these. Although they can’t completely eliminate the influence of my Ability, they can alleviate it for a while and keep you clear-headed.”
She said in a low voice, her gaze a bit apprehensive, seemingly worried that the other party would refuse.
Milda stared at the Potion, hesitated for a moment, but still reached out to take it.
As the bottle mouth approached her lips, she could smell a fresh Aura, completely different from ordinary potions.
She glanced up at Helos, a hint of surprise secretly growing in her heart.
She seemed to have never seen this kind of Potion on the market before.
Mira, on the other hand, didn’t think much of it, tilting her head back to drink it all in one go. The cool liquid slid down her throat, instantly making her feel the grogginess in her head swept away, and her breathing became smooth again.
“Ah — much better!”
Mira lightly patted her chest, her eyes sparkling as she looked toward Helos, “This Potion, could it be that Duke’s Daughter you brewed it yourself? So amazing!”
Helos coughed and looked away, not wanting to seem too proud:
“Yeah, pretty much.”
Milda also drank the Potion. Although the sense of oppression on the Mana within her body was still there, it was clearly weakened; at least it wouldn’t hinder her actions and thinking for a short time.
She added a few new evaluations of the Silver Hair girl before her in her heart.
Although she looked young, she seemed to have some skill.
“Let’s go, I’ll take you to see the Golem.”
Helos spoke, turning to lead the way.
Behind a wall at a corner of the Workshop, a damaged Puppet Golem stood quietly.
Mira’s eyes immediately widened:
“Is this a Golem?”
Although she had seen Golems in books before, this was the first time she had seen one properly with her own eyes.
The Golem’s height was about 1.6 meters, similar to that of an ordinary girl.
Although the metal surface had been repaired by Helos and was no longer full of cracks as it was initially, it was still dilapidated.
The right arm was missing, and the left arm was supported only by a few twisted connecting rods, making its steps difficult.
One side of the face was still an empty frame, with only half of the exquisite doll carving remaining.
In the Magic Array at the chest, one could see the Composite Life Core embedded by Helos, slowly circulating with red light.
Seeing this scene, Milda’s gaze froze, and her whole person quieted down.
She stepped forward, carefully inspecting around the Golem, reaching out to lightly tap several joints, observing the texture and fixation method of the metal, and then leaning down to examine the traces of the Magic Array inside the chest cavity in detail.
The more she looked, the more solemn her expression became, until she finally stopped at the connection between the Golem’s neck and shoulder, then slowly straightened up.
“This craftsmanship … ”
She murmured in a low voice, her tone carrying a hint of disbelief, “It is not the work of the Empire.”
Helos was startled:
“What do you mean?”
Milda looked up at her, a bit more contemplation in her eyes:
“The construction method of this Golem is clearly different from the models popular in the Empire. Especially this puppet appearance, combined with the corresponding forging techniques — if I’m not mistaken, it should come from the Eir Theocracy.”
“Eir Theocracy?”
Helos widened her eyes; she was no stranger to this name.
It was a human theocratic state outside the Empire. Although its area was not large compared to the Empire, the Holy Church spread across the continent was an extension of it.
Including the Church within the Empire, although relatively independent and with weakened power compared to other countries, it still held a significant voice.
“Correct.”
Milda nodded, “In the Empire, almost no one makes puppet-type Golems. Even if someone tries, it is difficult to reach this level. But some details of this Golem are exactly the same as the Eir Theocracy craftsmanship I once saw.”
Speaking to this point, she fell into a brief silence, seemingly thinking about something.
Looking at her appearance, Helos couldn’t help but feel a bit worried, asking cautiously:
“What’s wrong? Is it very difficult to repair?”
Milda shook her head:
“Not necessarily. Although I am not a professional Golem craftsman, I know a thing or two.”
“The shell, the joints, and these parts, I can find a way to forge them for you. It’s just the internal Magic Array and driving structure …. then I can’t help, you’ll have to solve that yourself.”
Hearing this, Helos clearly breathed a sigh of relief, a hint of joy appearing on her face:
“As long as the external parts can be fixed, I will research the interior myself.”
Milda looked at her expression, secretly feeling a hint of surprise in her heart.
A young girl not even ten years old could actually say such words.
If it were anyone else, they probably would have been scared off long ago.
“However, you should be mentally prepared.”
Milda continued, “Forging these parts will take a lot of time. With my skill alone and the existing tools, it will take at least a month to complete the entire set of components.”
“A month, huh.”
Helos repeated softly, her gaze flickering slightly, but she soon became firm, “It’s fine, I can afford to wait.”
“And.”
Milda’s tone softened slightly, “Because this kind of Golem is not common in the Empire, you’d better not take it out easily. If it is discovered by some people with ulterior motives, it might bring unnecessary trouble. It’s safest to keep it in the Duke’s Mansion — it just means I’ll have to work harder and make a few more trips.”
Hearing this sentence, Helos’s heart moved slightly.
Having Milda travel frequently between the Upper District and the Lower City would inevitably attract attention, and it would also be quite troublesome for them.
Helos narrowed her eyes, the corners of her lips curling into a thoughtful arc:
“It’s too much trouble to have you run back and forth, why don’t I think of a way to make it more convenient for you?”
Milda was slightly stunned, then she lightly raised an eyebrow:
“Oh? You have that plan? If it can be done, then naturally that would be for the best.”
“Then what do you need to forge these components?”
Milda thought for a moment, reached out to wipe the thin sweat on her arm, and said directly:
“Actually, the requirements aren’t that high. A furnace, anvil, hammer, bellows …… these common tools are enough, I can use magic to substitute for the rest.”
“Oh, right, if there could be a suitable site where I don’t have to worry about being disturbed, that would be ideal.”
Ah, the power of money.