The Legendary Mechanic Wiki Novels & Stories

Elena's POV Dante Romano's gaze faltered slightly as he looked at the die on my desk. He recognized it immediately, having personally ordered its creation years ago. He had placed a weighted core in it, meticulously engineered to ensure that regardless of how it was thrown, it would always land on the exact same side—one. He raised his hand to rub his temples, letting out an exasperated sigh. "Please quit playing around, Elena. You ought to know how troublesome this case is. If the Romano Famiglia loses its business in Vallenzia, the entire Famiglia's foundation will be shaken.

replied Howard. "Actually it is, to them. They revere machines, the more complicated the machine the more revered the contraption is. They will do anything to maintain it and keep it in working order. They will risk their lives to prevent others from desecrating them. On another note, if you insult the Mechanicus gravely enough they turn you into servitors. Mindless automatons. A word of warning." "Noted" Both the Colonel and Commander gave each other meaningful looks as if to say: 'this will be interesting'.

“He wasn’t going to talk, Lys. And even if he did, everything that came out of his mouth would have been a lie. It’s better this way.” I turned to the mechanic who stood there watching the whole scene, his eyes wide with terror and he stepped back as I pointed at the dead body. “See that?” I told him, my voice deadly cold and hard. “That's what happens to anyone who tries to screw me or my brother over.” The mechanic swallowed hard and nodded quickly, his hands shaking visibly. “I-I didn’t mean any harm, honest.” I stepped closer, towering over him. “I don’t care. You tried to set us up.”

Very soon, with Christmas around the corner, her biggest surprise awaited. When the car pulled up in front of the shop, I exhaled once, steadying myself. The sign above the bay door read Joaquín Hernández Mecánica, sun-faded but proud. Sparks flew from inside as a mechanic welded something. The smell of oil, metal, and old engines filled the air. I stepped out. Demetria’s father turned at the sound of the SUV door closing. Older, strong build, grey in his beard, grease on his hands. His gaze sharpened when he recognised me.

I gave him a pleading look. He shook his head. “I’m sorry, miss. We don’t work that way.” A car screeched to a halt behind us, and I turned to check. It was the tattooed killer and his black Jeep Grand Cherokee! How had I forgotten him? Strangely, the mechanic smiled at him. “What’s up, bro?” “Just dropping by to meet Joe. Is he in?” “Yes.” They hugged, and I groaned, turning to trudge back to my car. Maybe I would look for another auto repair shop.

“Okay, that’s insane. I mean, what sort of self-respected mechanic would ever agree to make such dangerous alterations to a car?” “Thankfully, Michael managed to find, probably, the one and only mechanic in the region that possesses a strong sense of morality and a heavily guilty conscience,” he remarked. “After our trip to the junkyard, we were directed to Matteo’s Mechanic shop. The guy looked guilty prior to us even asking him any questions.” I couldn’t imagine trying to live with that kind of guilt. But why would this guy have agreed to do something so reckless if he already knew that it was wrong?

He smirked at my expression, his lips tilting in amusement. “Don’t you have a mechanic?” I continued, unable to keep my mouth shut. And then he laughed. A rich, throaty laugh, deep and warm. My cheeks reddened in embarrassment and if not for that, I might have been glad that I could make him laugh in these trying times. “I am the mechanic” he replied. “it is my hobby and I love doing it.” He replied, chuckling. I blinked. That was…unexpected. Not in a million years would I have imagined cold, calculating Dante loved fixing cars. He must have noticed my confusion because he leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table.

Because the moment you say yes, you are one step ahead of the person who said no, that makes you important, successful, decisive, generous, and that makes you special. . . . . . . Suddenly, he heard footsteps coming from behind him. “Hmmm…?” He slowly turned his head and looked behind him. He saw five kobolds emerge from the bushes. They were armed with sword and spear. Shing! The kobolds aimed their weapons at his back. 'accommodate! accommodate! Why are you referring this to me? Do you really want to die so much? Uh! There is an item that will help him a lot. He referred to one of the most powerful and advanced countries in the world, Mechanic Country. Country Mechanic had that technology.

The brass shined dully from the small slot in the ignition. She growled lightly, furious at her carelessness. She needed to be more careful; this old piece of junk was extremely frail. Terra stomped back inside the gas station, too tired to be angry anymore. She leaned on the counter, slightly from exhaustion, and spoke carefully to the thin man. “Do you know where the mechanic is?” The man, whose name tag said ‘Stewart’ studied her for a second as if amazed she was still there. He looked out the only window in her car before looking back at her.

"Fix it and we start moving." Alex immediately got to work not wanting to waste any more time, he had learned how to do some car mechanics from his grandfather when he was younger and now he was glad it was helping him in such a situation. In no time he was done and they embarked on the road as the darkness in the sky approached, he could see that they were approaching the city. The driver stopped by the side of the road where a man in black stood while smoking and waiting for someone who turned out to be the driver, he got down and approached the man who seemed somewhat familiar to Alex.