Chapter 515
Chapter 515 Gazlowe’s Ambition
Even though Greem wanted to engage in a more in-depth discussion of the goblin political intrigues with Tigule, the reality of the situation didn’t allow for it.
As the ship wreckage slowly drifted closer and closer to the spatial vortex, the entirety of its structure was affected by the area of chaotic gravity. The ship was being pulled in different directions by hundreds and thousands of gravitational forces. The wreckage would probably have disintegrated and split apart if not for the goblins sturdy craftsmanship.
Even so, as more and more gravitational pulls started acting on the wreckage with increasing strength, the hull began to creak and tremble.
There wasn’t much time left for this remaining half of the ship!
“Move away. We don’t have much time left!” Greem didn’t have time to engage in more complex negotiations. He shouted under his breath and dove towards the hidden drawer.
Tigule carefully dodged to the side and kept a tight grip on the metal ball in his hands.
Greem arrived in front of the warehouse wall where the hidden drawer sat. He then smacked the wall hard with his hand and silently sensed the shape and size of the drawer using the vibrations in the wall.
Just think of it. Send a suicide soldier into the enemy’s plane world and detonate a Dimensional Ripper- no, ‘Plane Ripper,’ right in there. The outcome of it would be astounding.
On the other hand, the Thunder God Titan was meant to be a mighty and terrifying magical machine that rivaled the Fourth Grade in Gazlowe’s mind. It had a towering humanoid body and impenetrable metal shell. It would have a perpetual source of magical energy and wield ferocious and violent lightning storms.
Of course, the greatest obstacle to Gazlowe having all this was the miniaturization and functionality of the space furnace. After all, all magical machines needed a perpetual source of magical energy if they wanted to engage in sustained combat. The current version of the space furnace was too crude and rough for that purpose.
That was why the foundation for all large magical machines would have to be a magic energy furnace!
Greem flipped to the end and looked at the half-complete blueprints of a magic energy furnace. Blue light flashed in the depths of his eyes.
The Chip could only store the data in its information library with such a short glimpse. It didn’t have enough time to evaluate and make calculations based on the content. However, just by instinct, Greem could tell that Gazlowe was walking on the right path; as expected of the top goblin engineer and inventor of the Goblin Empire.
If he just had one or two hundred more years, all of these wild delusions and fantasies might slowly become a reality.
However, with the average lifespan of goblins, would Gazlowe have that much time on his hands?
Even Greem felt moved by the blueprints. He couldn’t help but start wondering if Gazlowe’s recent activities were related to the fact that he was about to die.
“Human Adept. As per our agreement, I will take all of this information with me.” Tigule could feel his heart rise to his throat when he saw Greem staring at the blueprints. He quickly reminded the adept of their deal.
He might possess a deep hatred for the two adepts before him, but it was far more important for him to complete the task that her Highness the Princess had given to him.
“Oh, you meant those registers.” Greem came back to the present and started flipping through the registers by the blueprints. As expected, lots of goblin names were written on it, along with trade records that took place in various places and times.
Greem intentionally kept count and found that the significant last name of Anderme showed up often.
It seemed this was the critical information that the goblin royalty so badly wanted!
The other register contained the records and staff roster of a goblin financial group known as Risk Investment Company. The names listed at the front all had impressive titles like Mayor, Commander, and General attached to them.
Greem casually assessed the thickness of the register. All of the members of the Risk Investment Company were probably recorded in this book!
“According to our previous agreement, you can only take these registers away with you!” Greem smiled coldly as he said, “These blueprints will be my spoils!”