We may tell the story of craftsmen, but it is certainly not now.

Anyway, as long as you know, this is a person who is not popular and can even be said to be completely arbitrary.

And at this moment, what is this arbitrary person doing?

It is obvious that just by looking at the boiling furnaces, you will know that he is building something.

But this is just the surface.

If you don't pay attention to the magnificent scene in the sky, but carefully glance at the [Craftsman] next to the hydraulic press, you will find that this guy has a pot of wine, which is a very retro and old-fashioned wine pot, which is completely inconsistent with his age. Next to the wine pot, there is a very small audio device. This thing once appeared in a certain plane in the mid-20s. It also has a familiar name, called ‘mp3’, a headphone cable is connected to the ‘mp3’, and the other end is stuffed into the ears of the [Craftsman].

Well, it's not bad. He is creating the most sophisticated instruments in this universe while drinking, dazed and listening to music.

Although he knew that work is work and leisure is leisure, according to his own principles, as long as he listens to music and drinks, he will not delay his work, then there will be no problem.

No matter how unreliable you think this kind of words are, since it comes out of the craftsman's mouth, it is reliable, and you don't have to argue with him, because you can't argue with him. If you dare to attack, then [Craftsman] will definitely attack you. No matter who you are, and the most important thing is that you can't beat him.

What? You said that such a treacherous person should set up a plan to plot against him?

Come on, Ziliang and Chen Xiao were both unconspired at the time [Craftsman]. Don’t believe it, it feels like no matter how smart a person is, he can’t plot against a cabbage.

The craftsman has his own theory on everything. If you say something incredible, he will not be able to get into your trap because he ignores you at all.

This is [Craftsman]. Now, do you all have a more intuitive feeling about his "not liked"?

Then, let’s talk less, just when [Craftsman] was drinking wine and immersed in the singing.

"Hi Hello"

A voice came.

Through the music, the craftsman also heard the greeting, so he took off his headphones and turned his head to look behind him.

Not far away, there was an uncle about 50 years old, wearing an old brown robe, a pair of flip-flops under his feet, long hair, and tied around the back of his head with a particularly sloppy robe.

Perhaps because his face had a mixed oriental and European bloody feeling, the uncle's face seemed very firm and angular, but there was a clear irresponsible smell in his sleepy eyes.

The craftsman just glanced at this lightly and turned around, without any intention of paying attention to this guy, and also left a sentence: "I won't accept orders today."

"Oh, I'm not here to place an order," the uncle said a little embarrassedly: "Actually, I'm here to talk about things."

"I'm listening to music and don't want to talk about it." The craftsman said very quickly, and had already brought his headphones again.

Well, it's obvious. He said he didn't want to talk, so he would definitely not talk.

But at this moment, the uncle seemed very happy and said inconsistently: "I finally caught up, so now."

Well, he said that half of the sentence.

Well, the craftsman ignored him and continued his own affairs.

It seems that the pot of wine can't be finished, and I don't know if there is no upper limit on the songs in mp3 or it is repeated. In addition, there is no difference between day and night in this plane of [Factory], so I don't know how long it took

The craftsman finally closed the lid of the wine pot with satisfaction and took off the headphones.

That is at this moment

"Hu finally caught up, so now that you have finished listening, can we talk?" The uncle's voice came again.

The craftsman was stunned, then turned his head: "You haven't left yet?"

"Ah? I just came"

The craftsman frowned.

The uncle seemed to realize something immediately and smiled awkwardly: "Ah, it seems to be in chaos again. Wait, I should be able to meet this time. Cough, hello, I guess you are a [craftsman]. I'm here for the first time when I meet, I want to ask you for help."

"Who are you?" the craftsman still frowned and said to the uncle who was talking in a mess.

"Oh? Haven't I introduced myself yet?" The uncle was stunned: "Ahhaha, it's so rude, oh, my name is 'Saito Hanatsuki', please take care of me." As he said that, he bowed seriously.

The craftsman was silent for a while and said that you may not believe it. The craftsman is still very kind. He even has the almost extinct quality of "being helpful to others". However, he often rejects others.

Anyway, you can just try to understand this kind of personality.

So "What are you going to do?" he asked.

"Oh, nothing, I just want to ask you to make a tracker for [Eternal Coffin Residence] for me."

Just finished speaking!

A "buzzing" sound was heard.

The sound came from outside the sky. As soon as the streaming light pierced through the dense clouds and headed straight for the craftsman. Of course, this streaming light was not trying to attack the craftsman, but suddenly, quietly hovering beside him.

And the flowing light is a needle, one about the length of the forearm, and the thickest part is only an iron needle as thick as a thumb. If you don't see the momentum of it piercing the clouds, and it still hovering quietly beside the craftsman, this sense of incongruity of movement and stillness exchange may not even look at it even if you walk by it.

"What do you want to track the device?" the craftsman continued to ask lightly, but at this moment, the pressure around him had gathered with the needle.

"Haha, of course I want to track [Sin], you know, [Eternal Coffin Mansion] is in that guy's hands now, so"

"I don't care what you are?" The craftsman suddenly interrupted Uncle Huayue's words: "I don't want to help you, so please leave."

"Oh? No? Can that be considered again?" Uncle Huayue seemed to want to try again.

"No." The craftsman's tone was still so calm, and he was determined: "Please leave here now, otherwise I will kill you."

"Uh, don't be so heartless, I think we can."

"Puff!" sounded.
Chapter completed!