133. Demolition Genius
Translator: 549690339
Inside the nutrient liquid mechanical workshop.
Talbot appeared gaunt and dark-skinned, like a walking wizened corpse.
Don't be fooled by his skin-and-bone appearance, he handled the steam valve with unmistakable precision.
"Damn the Golden Merchant's Sword, damn, damn, really damn..."
Talbot cursed while manipulating the valve, each turn accompanied by a curse, as if he was boosting his spirit.
He glanced at the gauges mounted on the wall.
After triple-checking that all gauge needles were below the "30%" mark, Talbot let out a sigh of relief.
He waved at his companions and hollered a few sentences:
"Everyone put your work on pause. Forget about clearing the filling room, follow me to the incubation room. Quick! Keep up! We need to adjust the steam valve there ASAP!"
Talbot gathered his companions and, together with three Blackbone Hermits and six Alchemy Slaves, headed towards the walkway corner.