Bulkesso was sitting in the middle of the somewhat vast hall, looking at the old man in front of him.
 Calling himself "War", he is in good health and his two hearts are beating very powerfully.
 Even the normal prime-age men on this planet would not have such a healthy body.
Not to mention that the beating of the two hearts sounded like a stereo sound.
 “How did you get here?”
Burkeso asked.
 Although he watched the old man get out of the cracks in time.
 But this is not important. What Bulkesso wants to know is whether there is any intuitive connection between this old man and opening the time rift.
“I’m curious too. After all, I just saw a hole in front of me.”
 War said so.
 Then he frowned and glanced at the sonic screwdriver in his hand.
 The analysis results are out.
 The Bulcaisel in front of him was not the same kind as the human beings in the War Cognition, nor was it any alien he knew.
But the analysis of energy makes War think that he may have to find a way to change to a sonic screwdriver.
 No more useful news could be observed at all, which made the war become irritable.
“I remember you said you saw those angels hiding their faces? What is the difference between those things and the angels in higher heavens?”
Johanna asked Bulcasso excitedly.
“That’s not something that can be compared. Maybe there is something in common only in being difficult to kill.”
Burkeso lifted up a brick in front of him, pulled out a bottle of wine from underneath, and immediately poured it into his mouth.
  Gu Yi just smiled, she was used to it.
 On the other hand, Johanna was a little resistant to the realization.
 “Have you met the Weeping Angel?”
 War frowned, and then glanced at Bulcasso and Johanna.
From his perspective, only the power of the paradox of time and space can destroy the Weeping Angel.
 And those things can increase in value almost endlessly.
“Everyone who carries an angel will eventually become an angel.”
 This is how Weeping Angels explode.
  All images include retinas and the like, and it is possible to be assimilated by just one look at the Weeping Angel.
This thing is much more difficult to deal with when acting alone.
  After all, a Weeping Angel would not look at himself in the mirror and then use his own vision to block his actions.
And not far outside is the place where Rasuk used to forge.
Over there, Tony is currently holding a gemstone and striking it carefully, but his movements are a little stiff.
He knew that the most important foundation for a gemmaker was to divide gemstones, but Rasuk always stubbornly asked him to use the hammer in his hand to hit the gemstones to divide them.
He even said that these gems can only be treated in this way.
It became a heavy physical job, so Tony resorted to mechanical power.
  The role of machinery is to "liberate productivity" anyway, and that's what Tony is doing now.
 And Rasuk lied.
 He is just a blacksmith and doesn’t know much about gem-related crafts.
 What we know can only be described superficially.
 Those things are better understood by the mages of Xiansedi. And there are no gem craftsmen on the holy mountain of Harrogath now.
There is definitely a problem with hitting gems with a hammer. After all, it will only break them and will not allow low-level gems to be synthesized upwards.
If Mr. Shen Lao Cai saw this, Rasuk would probably be ridiculed.
And now the only thing that can do this is Kanai's Box, which is like a wishing box.
 It's just that it's not important, at least not to Rasuk.
“Why can’t I take the gems back to study? How does striking the gems produce changes? Rasuk! You must be fooling me!”
Tony had a dark face and was still tapping his hands.
 Thanks to technology, this repetitive work can be done by a suit named "Saber".
 It's just of no use.
 The results obtained by taking the wrong approach will mostly be accidental.
 Fortunately, Rasuk helped him inject the energy of a gem into the energy source, and now electronic communication and other functions have been restored.
 “Yes, I lied to you.”
 Lasuk looked up at the sky and slowly said annoying words, looking careless.
 It seems that he has no intention of giving a detailed answer.
 That's why Tony's teeth gritted.
 He had already expected it, but he was too embarrassed to ask.
 After all, Tony is the one who lies most of the time, and being lied to once is painful enough for him.
 Although it is not to the extent that you will no longer trust others just because you were deceived by a steamed bun.
 But the sense of crisis has always been with us.
 So now I couldn’t help it, so I asked.
"Why!?"
 I think it's an accusation, but it's a bit frivolous.
“Ahem~” Rasuk coughed dryly before continuing: “Because, forging is not something only barbarians can do.”
Of course not only savages can make the best blacksmiths.
 It's just that most of the best blacksmiths are barbarians.
The first Bulcaisel was one of them, and he taught those humans this craft without any reservation.
 So the barbarians became rich in blacksmith groups.
 This has something to do with physical strength, but it is not absolute.
 After all, under the same circumstances, the strength of the Crusaders is not much worse than that of the barbarians.
But has anyone heard of the legendary blacksmith in the Crusaders?
 Lasuk thought for a long time, and it seemed that he had no other gift that he could give Tony except his forging skills.
 It’s just that he doesn’t want to give away his treasure easily.
The most praiseworthy thing about Rasuk is his craftsmanship. Even calling it a treasure is not enough.
“I want to know, is there any difference between the armor I made by hand and the armor made by a stamping machine?”
Tony smashed the hammer on the iron felt, and the gem used to fool him turned into gem powder.
 A little conflict is still within the controllable category.
 After all, Tony may still be unable to do anything to deal with Rasuk.
 Anti-ghost armor is still a concept right now, and even Tony hasn’t figured out what a ghost is yet.
"This thing is pretty good. It can be used as a material or something."
 Lasuk glanced at the gem powder and spoke nonchalantly again.
 He was still thinking about when Tony would discover the gift he had prepared.
To be continued...