Novel & Cerita Legendary Mechanic

The last thing they wanted was to lose the cash they were after. No key, but they had to get that chest open somehow. Without missing a beat, Alexander whipped out his phone and dialed Grasshopper, the lock-picking legend. "Mister Kane," Grasshopper's voice crackled over the line, "I can crack just about any lock or mechanism out there, but this Thousand Mechanism Burst? That's out of my league. It's a Stormrider Sect heirloom, crafted by very few." Grasshopper was stumped, but he could not resist a little bragging.

I believed that almost as much as I believe in Santa Claus or the Tooth Fairy. He crossed his heart and held up three fingers like he was some sort of modern-day fucking Boy Scout. "Never touched the stuff." It was easier to remain aloof if I wasn't lost in his brown eyes. I let my gaze linger on the stop sign where Sam should have been waiting. "Probably best in your line of work." "Yeah, mechanics and narcotics don't mix." He snickered. "Heavy equipment, moving parts, and all that jazz. My cat-like reflexes would be dulled, and I'm not interested in losing a finger...or any other appendage."

I said plainly, stating the faults caused by the race. “Okay, Sir!” The mechanic replied. He signalled his co-worker. The co-worker nodded and ran towards the other route. He returned shortly, sitting behind the wheel of a tow truck. I watched as the mechanic attached the winch to the car’s axle. He gave the driver a thumb up as a signal to start driving. “So, ready to celebrate? 156th win so far.” Jasper said enthusiastically. Hm! I slid my hand to my pocket and got a pack of cigarettes. I took out a stick and discarded the rest in my pocket. I lit it with a lighter.

“Riley, take these down to the mechanic in the underground lot. He finished my Beemer early. Tell him thanks from me.” I froze, keys in hand, heart slamming against my ribs. Mechanic? No way. It couldn’t be. But Hargrove’s garage spot was in the building’s sub-level, and the keys had a familiar tag—Jax’s Auto. “Uh, sure, Mr. Hargrove. Be right back.”

Felix had never heard of the title "legendary healer" before. Stacy asked, "Aren't you Mr. Felix Zeller, the legendary healer?" Felix was puzzled. "Yes, I'm Felix Zeller, but I have no idea what a legendary healer is." Stacy suddenly became excited. "Oh, my God! I'm actually standing in front of the legendary healer! Even Mr. Lemuel Morris, the number one master healer, admitted that his skills couldn't compare to yours.

She must have lots of money, I thought… After 3 minutes of waiting, a young man and his driver's head in the direction of this pretty-looking car. The driver held the car open for the young man to enter. Damn, I've never seen a man so beautiful. The young man looked terrifying but tall and handsome. He had dark, shiny, and full hair. His eyes were blue, almond-shaped, and had a radiant sparkle. His wrestler's shoulder perfectly complemented his Spartan physique. His movement was tiger-like. It seemed like he possessed a latent, leonine power or he was filled with purpose and authority.

Highlighting it as a business right with the present, and ripe with potential to diagnose, build, or repair mechanical constructs. Lucas Chuck: I'll call her and tell her we can't accept it. I'll just have to return the five grand she paid. Lucian stops, then turns to face Chuck at the glass entrance of his office—usually behind rolling blinds. Raised to display the clean, moderate interior which boasts a desk with an offset corner-end with three display surfaces seen from any view with the main desktop being a glass surface. The end support leg is tastefully designed using a round rod piercing a rectangular metal leg. Fit with a simple lamp, modern computer, and a wooden race car—made and g

Joshua took out a 1,000 dollar for a tips to the mechanic staff of the automotive car dealer. “Sir this is too much” the mechanic staff said surprisingly. “keep it for you, that was a tip for you, thank you man for repairing my car” Joshua replied to him. “Sir, if anyone you wanted to help about your car, please don’t hesitate to come here, I’m willing to served you in a good service, once again sir, thank you” the mechanic staff bowed his head and he was very thankful for the tips of Joshua. Joshua left and drive his car, the people who look at Joshua’s car was stunned because the Rolls Royce sweptail is rare and so expensive car in the world.

According to the records, Enneagon's parents passed away at an early age and he had worked as a laborer for a local employer to make ends meet. Later in life, he joined Wyvern Peak and went on to achieve legendary status. The second statue was of War Legate Celest. He sported a long beard and a golden battle suit. Brandishing a great ax, he exuded a strong murderous intent. Celest, whose real name was Marcoh Artois, came fifty years after Enneagon. He was the blacksmith of Vanglesville, known for having crafted remarkable weapons. During the war, he wielded the ax he had forged himself and gained fame in battle.

“Report: Unique Skill, Illusion Manipulation, acquired!” D*mn, what was that? Now, it starting to scare the hell out of me. Maybe this is what happens to people who are about to die. I heaved a deep sigh mentally. Am I just going to accept my fate? How I wish I had the courage to tell Iris all the love I feel for her. “Report: Special skill, Leo, the Zodiac of pride and bravery, acquired!” I’m really going to die. There's no helping it. There was no hope anymore for me to survive in this lake of fire. It’s like I’m in hell right now.