The mixed solution that was as clear as water in the container flashed into colorful brilliance after being heated, which was very bright.
Raymond, who was standing next to him, was holding two flasks in his hands, which contained bitter water extracted from the body of the porcelain man, as well as bitter adhesive that he had processed and refined himself.
The jelly-like bitter water was carefully poured into the heated container at a volume of five milliliters at a time, while the bitter binder was added at a volume of three milliliters at a time.
Raymond, with red dots flashing in his pupils, had two curves in his sight. He nervously watched the temperature of the container displayed by the chip, and the curve representing the degree of viscosity. From time to time, he had to make adjustments according to the chip's prompts.
, so that the mixed solution in the heating container can be improved.
One thousand three hundred degrees...
One thousand five hundred degrees...
When the mixture in the heating container became as viscous as slurry, the temperature displayed in the sight had reached 1,800 degrees, just above the temperature required for the porcelain man's body to melt.
A large amount of data was refreshed in the field of vision, and soon the chip displayed the final amount of materials required.
Two milliliters of bitter binder, six milliliters of bitter water, and 170 grams of purple clay from the East!
Raymond, who no longer poured the relevant materials directly into the container, immediately weighed the relevant materials according to the chip's requirements. After confirming that the quantity was correct, he returned to the heating container and poured the three materials together.
Go in.
Gudu, Gudu...
The mixture in the still-heating container made a low sound, and with Raymond's slow stirring, it finally turned into a large piece of viscous substance, but the bright color was intoxicating.
The vague energy breath diffused from this gelatinous mixture, attracting the breeze formed by the free energy in the environment, and even caused the heater flame to flutter.
A smile appeared on Raymond's face. Upon seeing this, he took the wing-shaped mold placed next to him, carefully picked up the heated container, and slowly poured the glue mixture weighing more than ten kilograms into it.
in the mold.
The sticky and shining glue material finally entered the mold, but even this kind of wood, which can withstand high temperatures of more than 2,000 degrees, smelled burnt due to the heat.
The mold, which was two meters wide but only fifteen centimeters thick, was carefully buckled by Raymond and placed on the long table in the center of the room, waiting for it to slowly cool down.
Raymond, who was sitting quietly in the room waiting, couldn't stand the slowly lowering temperature after a while, so he had to give instructions to the porcelain girl Anita who was in the corner of the room with a worried face. "You monitor the changes in temperature.
, please notify me after the temperature of the mold drops to 100!"
The porcelain girl Anita, who had been looking at Raymond with her lips pursed and nervously, let out a cheer when she heard the sound, but after she jumped up, she trampled the floor of the room again, causing one of her feet to sink.
Got in.
Anita stuck out her tongue in embarrassment and made a face, carefully avoiding the floors that had been broken by her feet and walked over, but she didn't even dare to sit on the chair, but sat cross-legged directly.
On the floor. "Sir, can it be installed after the mold cools down?"
Without giving a direct answer, Raymond reached out and rubbed the porcelain girl Anita's head, but such an action immediately aroused Anita's complaints and anger.
"Wait, the final fusion control is the most critical, it's too early to say anything now!" Raymond chuckled, looking at the porcelain girl Anita who hid her head aside, but there was a picture in front of her eyes.
He smiled at little Stacie. "Stasi won't complain. She likes being so close to me..."
"Who is Staci?" Curiosity flashed in her eyes. The cute and cute porcelain girl Anita moved her body to Raymond's legs, raised her head and stared into Raymond's eyes, and said
Questioning. "Is she your wife?"
Raymond, who laughed heartily at the sound, immediately shook his head, with a longing expression on his face. After hesitating for a moment, he told the story about little Stacie.
The same stubborn, but orphaned little Stacie gradually grew up beside Raymond, and became cheerful and mature. Eventually, Stacie gradually transformed from a little girl into a graceful young girl. In Raymond's mind, Stacie
has an irreplaceable position.
There was no desire, no calculation or planning. As he told the story to the porcelain girl Anita, Raymond finally discovered that little Stacie had become an inseparable relative for him.
Unknowingly, listening to Raymond talking about little Stacy's porcelain girl Anita, her eyes became a little moist. Although she was not breathing, her chest was heaving violently. In the end, Anita snuggled against Raymond's legs.
He murmured like he was dreaming. "I envy Miss Staci so much. Your disappearance must have made her very sad..."
"Everything in the world is unpredictable. Who could have predicted that something like this would happen," Raymond, whose eyes became wandering, also sighed bitterly. "Besides, I was burdened with such a high debt before I left. I hope that during this period of my departure,
I hope she doesn't suffer any difficulties..."
Raymond, whose thoughts were lost in memories, no longer spoke, but recalled every detail of his time with little Stacie, with a smile of relief or joy on his face from time to time.
But the porcelain girl Anita, whose eyes shone with envy, put her cheek on Raymond's leg, leaned her body against it, and then turned her attention to the temperature placed on the wooden box of wings.
Display, anxiety appeared on his face.
Time passed slowly, and when Raymond felt that he was being pushed, he woke up and saw the smile on Anita's face next to him, and the temperature display on the table that had dropped to within 100.
"Take off the clothes on the back and prepare for installation!" Raymond gave the order, and immediately stood up and pulled the wing mold on the table in front of him, and started to remove the mold with a sharp knife on the table.
A moment later, the complete wings, shining with dazzling light, were taken out of the mold. Raymond, who examined them carefully, was very satisfied with the condensed and cooled wings.
The two pairs of wings, two large and two small, are designed to imitate butterfly wings. Although they are not light after being taken out, after Raymond used the chip's amplification function to conduct an internal inspection, the large amount of material that makes up the wings was found.
The blowhole put a smile on Raymond's face.
Carefully placing the heavy wings on the table, Raymond turned around and saw the porcelain girl Anita, who had her back exposed and was ready.
Raymond took the drill-like tool placed on the table in his hand, found his position again, and said softly, "It hurts a little, so don't move!"
The porcelain girl Anita agreed with a slight hum. She straightened her body and her fair and smooth back skin trembled slightly.
After carefully fixing the drill bit in the right position, Raymond immediately started to twist it. As the sound of the porcelain being polished appeared, the porcelain girl Anita also let out a cry of pain, and her body also appeared.
An uncontrollable tremor.
There was unavoidable damage, but there was nothing Raymond could do about it. He could only speed up to form four mounting holes on the back of the porcelain girl Anita, and according to the size of the connecting parts of the two pairs of wings, he finally installed it on Anita.
There were four inches of scars on his back.
"It's the last step, be patient," Raymond put the tools in his hands on the table. Looking at the porcelain girl Anita who had no blood flowing out but was about to faint from pain, he could only continue to encourage her.
."If you can't help it, just shout out!"
"No problem, I can persist!" The crisp voice became hoarse, but the porcelain girl Anita still kept her body straight. "You start!"
His face had turned pale, but Raymond, who had brought the wings and the flame nozzle over, had no choice but to install the wings, and then directed the white flames at the parts where the wings were connected, and started burning and roasting...
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