After sending Bais away, Angel returned to the living room and found Nausicaa, Salum and David chatting very enthusiastically, and laughter kept escaping from their mouths. After Angel entered the room,
Salum also gave him a suspicious snicker, and even Nausicaa, who was always meticulous in her words and deeds, smiled faintly.
When Angel got closer to listen, he realized that David was telling them about the glorious deeds of the "Milk Baron".
"Angel, why did you choose such a name?"
--Leave me alone!
"Angel, what is your relationship with Saka?"
——Enemy relationship!
"Angel, why did you kill the parasitic mother?"
——Because she deserves to die!
David is a very well-rounded person, and even though it was their first meeting, they were chatting happily. However, by betraying his embarrassing story, Sarum and Nausicaa looked at each other differently. This kind of behavior is really shameful!!
When Salum also left, he said secretly: "Angel, how come you have such interesting friends? You should have introduced them to us long ago!"
Salum just walked away, and Nausicaa followed suit. Before leaving, she patted Angel on the shoulder and sighed: "You... have made such a big noise. I really hope that we can grow up to be you one day sooner."
The day of support.”
Watching his two close friends leave, Angel remembered that what Salum said before leaving actually did not match his expression. He was relaxed when he asked the question, but his expression was lost.
Angel understood their feelings, but he couldn't stop and wait. The wizard's journey was long, and the only stop was the moment of death.
When he returned to the living room, David was still winking and grinning at him, and Promi came over: "Have you reached an agreement with Bais?"
Angel nodded, "It's settled. Baith is indeed worthy of being called a genius in the world. I don't know his true strength, but his strong character and exquisite adaptability are indeed beyond my reach. From the perspective of insight into people's hearts,
To put it bluntly, he is a born wizard."
Promi also nodded: "I knew he would see it."
"Then you still want me to cooperate with you in this play?"
"This is not a conflict. I am just telling him the fact that the weapon he wants to refine is indeed very difficult. He only needs to accept this information. We are acting to make him show the greatest sincerity
." Promi said with a smile: "A thoughtful person like him likes the pleasure of having full control of the overall situation. Our acting is actually a respect for his IQ."
Promi said earnestly: "Don't think too much, just get the benefits."
Angel glanced sideways at Promi, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: Sure enough, no one should be underestimated. Promi is also a man of old age. The reason why Baisi waited until he was alone to point it out was actually because he could see Promi's thoughts.
Really? Sure enough, they are all old foxes. He is just a little white rabbit, stuck in it obediently.
Promi didn't ask what information Angel had obtained, he just pointed it out, and his mind was as clear-cut as Baisi's.
Angel sat back on the sofa, took out the silver revolver from his arms and placed it on the table.
When Promi saw this silver revolver, his eyes suddenly burst into surprise, and he even stuttered a bit when he spoke: "This is..."
"The revolver that marked the prelude to its demise."
…
After Promi left, Angel let out a long yawn. He had been working for nearly thirty hours and was already exhausted. When he returned to the bedroom to rest, Angel discovered that Toby had woken up and was sitting down.
On his little bed, he pecked at a small soft bag and played with it.
Although its injuries have improved a lot, it has been very sleepy these days due to too much blood loss. This is the first time it has played so happily.
Angel got closer and wanted to smooth its hair, but found that what Toby was playing with was... a space soft bag.
After asking with doubts, Toby gestured lazily and said that Promi had left it behind.
Angel used his spiritual tentacles to explore and found that there were dozens of books in the space soft bag.
After crushing it, I saw that most of these books were books about alchemical blending. Although Angel also had these books, the classic cases and Promi's personal footnotes in the books were far superior to these books.
Something more precious.
The one at the bottom of the book was the most special coverless book. Angel turned the first page and was stunned.
"Prome's Alchemical Notes".
This is the most precious self-narrative note of an alchemist. Angel also has his own alchemy notebook, which records his personal thoughts and experiences since he refined his first work.
Promi actually gave him such a precious thing?
Angel flipped through a few pages quickly. From the immature writing and thinking at the beginning to the more familiar operations later on, Angel seemed to have followed Prome through an alchemical journey from shallow to deep.
It wasn't until the last page that Angel saw a sentence from Promi:
"Angel, thank you for your help. I'm sure you won't want the magic crystal if I give it to you. Just take these things that are of no use to me as a thank you gift. - I hope I can look up to you like you at the foot of the Alchemy Mountain."
"Useless thing?" Angel shook his head and smiled. To Promi, it was indeed useless. But to Angel, this was a priceless treasure.
Just as Promi said, if what he gave him were magic crystals, he would really return them. But Promi gave these instead. He originally wanted to use the silver revolver to settle his life-saving debt.
But now, perhaps the kindness is repaid, but the favor is getting worse.
Generally speaking, this is what Promi wants.
"As expected, it's the old fox." Angel sighed again, then threw himself heavily on the bed, "I can't even bear to refuse!"
When I woke up, it was already the next morning.
Today is the 6th day of the second half of the Moon of Breathing, and there are still 11 days left before the Harvest Moon (August). His current balance on the card is less than two thousand magic crystals, even if Bais' customized weapon is delivered in two days,
There are less than 20,000 magic crystals. It is still difficult to reach 100,000 magic crystals.
However, Angel didn't worry too much. There were many things he could exchange for magic crystals, but if it didn't work out, he sold the fragmented ephemera. One hundred thousand magic crystals would be enough.
But Angel had no intention of selling the fragmented ephemera until the last step.
Angel went to the basement to work harder to refine Bais' customized weapon, and he had another plan. If that plan succeeded, he would be able to earn a hundred thousand magic crystals without relying on fragmented ephemera!
Before going to the basement, Angel opened the curtains and took a look outside. There were a lot fewer people guarding outside, but there were still a few who looked towards his villa from time to time.
These are ordinary people. Angel guessed that they should be the eyes of some wizard apprentices.
It was really arrogant to set his sights in front of his house in such a big way. Angel pulled down the curtains in displeasure. When he saw Prome off yesterday, he even stood at the door for a long time, but the group of people just didn't come to him.
.
He wished he could put a sticker on his forehead: Taking orders! Alchemy taking orders! The master is here and will not wait when the time comes!
He was also planning to take advantage of a few more local tycoons like Baisi. However, no one came to contact him.
Since it's not for alchemy, then why are you waiting at his door? Being a doorman?
Angel returned to the underground laboratory with an unhappy mood.
This time, he still planned to use the revolver as the main weapon for the custom-made weapon for Bais. However, when selecting materials, he changed several materials to increase heat resistance and stability. Because Bais mainly wanted to attack in groups, he used
Power must be the largest, and heat resistance must obviously be ranked first.
If the materials are changed, the final refining effect will also be different.
One day later, when the sky was once again covered with layers of dark clouds, the 8th Apprentice Town once again became the focus of attention. There were even senior apprentices living in the Tree Spirit Courtyard who came over specifically.
At this time, Angel was admiring the new finished product.
Different from "Reincarnation" - "Reincarnation" is the name Prome gave to the silver revolver - this is a bronze revolver gun. The gun is made the same as "Reincarnation", but the pattern engraved is not as exquisite.
I just polished it randomly and deepened the grid pattern on the butt.
If it weren't for the purpose of preventing the gun owner from slipping, Angel wouldn't even want to make a grid pattern.
Anyway, as long as the effect is not compromised, in order to save time, Angel didn't bother to consider the issue of aesthetics.
There is no engraving, but the bronze revolver is still very beautiful. At least in Angel's view, this is a low-key luxury.
After the refining was completed, before Angel could warm up his hands, he heard a knock on the door from outside.
Angel came back from the basement, yawned and looked outside. As he expected, there was another strange sign, and more and more people were wandering outside.
"This omen is really annoying. Is it true that I can only go to the barren mountains and mountains to make alchemy in the future?" Angel muttered as he opened the door and came to the yard.
His appearance attracted the attention of many people. This time, they no longer just watched indifferently, but actively came closer.
Angel snorted when he saw this. Yesterday he was standing at the door wanting to take an order. If you don't come over, there's no need to talk now! The me of yesterday is not the me of today!
Angel then turned his attention to the door of the courtyard. Who knocked on the door just now? If you want to find him for alchemy, unless it is a large order of more than 50,000 yuan, you don't have to ask. Angel is already at the door.
When I was thinking about how to refuse coldly, I realized that the person standing at the door of the courtyard was Bai Si.
Today, Baisi is no longer the simple gray robe of yesterday. Instead, he is wearing a flamboyant fiery red windbreaker and white gold-rimmed trousers. Even his blond hair is flamboyantly combed by him, which is very consistent with his aggressive appearance.
consistent.
Angel opened the door, and Bais gave him a faint smile: "I came here following the omen, but Mr. Pat has successfully refined it?"
This question made him very embarrassed... He just said it was difficult to refine, but it came out the next day. Isn't this a shame?
"Uh, almost." Angel answered vaguely while welcoming Bai Si in.
"Even the omens are exactly the same. It seems that Mr. Pat is very good at refining them." Bais said with a half-smiling expression.