The seventy-third sunset in the world behind the door.
Outside the window was the last trace of dusk, and the golden setting sun was reflecting on the streets beside the canal.
Under the red clouds, there was no familiar noise and bustle in Kapka outside the window - although stars were falling in the city, and every shop on the street was lit up. There were bright lights, but the streets remained deserted.
Just like in this hall——
Everything is where it should be, the tall iron puppets, various teaching aids, and the huge metal furnace seems to have been operated by someone before, and the inside is shining with a golden-red light. And after night fell outside the window, the crystal chandelier above the head continued to radiate light, making the hall suddenly as bright as day.
But the hall was empty, except for Fang Plover, who was sitting alone in the middle of the parts and tools. The latter raised his head and looked at this scene, then remembered that he was still in the world behind the door - this was not Kapka, but the Hall of Thousand Doors.
Fang Yu rubbed his tight forehead before putting down the tool at hand. He took a long breath, as if to let out the depression in his heart, then stood up, walked slowly to the window, and quietly looked at the gurgling river outside.
Under the dark environment there, there was still a hint of red afterglow reflected in the waves, but the red had gradually faded into a deep blue-purple.
Then there are little lights.
He has been watching this scene for more than a month. Although he is not bored, it is still a bit too monotonous.
And Fang Yu never expected that that reminder would come true - he seemed to have endless time, but he would never be able to cross this hurdle. He looked over his shoulder at the parts scattered in the hall. When the zero hour of each day comes - everything here will return to its original state.
But the endless materials could not allow him to forge the works of his imagination.
Going one step further from the highest quality of magic weapon, 'A-level', seems to be only one step away, but it is actually a world away.
For a month - half a month based on twenty-four hours, he spent all his time in this place from the moment he opened his eyes every day until he was exhausted. But he tried every means, but the step from ordinary to legendary was always like a chasm.
Over and over again, he improved his control over every node and repeatedly improved his accuracy, but everything ultimately had a limit. When he reaches the point where he stops moving forward, neither the work nor the legendary inspiration is moved.
The improvement in accuracy has been without any movement for thirteen days, and there are even signs of retreat——
After all, people's patience has its limit. These days, he obviously feels a lot more impatient, but the obvious bottleneck is still lying in front of him, and he has no intention to move.
He put what little experience he had left into it, but it did little to improve his skills. Only at this moment did Fang Plover regret it. If he had saved a little more experience in other levels before, maybe he would be fine now.
Of course, this was just wishful thinking, but he couldn't help but think so. Once in a difficult situation, people can't help but regret every decision they made. This is not ridiculous, because this is a biological process of summarizing lessons.
Right or wrong.
The little fairy lady sat quietly aside.
She felt the same way every day and night and every anxiety that Fang Yu experienced. It's just the quietness and indifference in the girl's heart that also affects Fang Plover, preventing his knight from losing his cool.
She watched Fang Plover come back from the window, pacing in the hall with his head lowered. She knew that he had exhausted all methods, but she hesitated to speak. After thinking for a moment, it seemed that it was not the time to speak. But at this moment, a voice sounded in the hall:
"You're in trouble."
"Why not try something else?"
When Miss Goblin heard this voice, she looked up and disappeared in time.
Fang Yu was startled for a moment, turned around, and saw a door opened on the side of the hall - the door seemed to appear out of thin air - the tower guard appeared behind the door in a white robe, and was slowly walking out. , turned to look at him.
Nothing in those silver eyes seemed to surprise the tower keeper.
There is only the calmness of an ancient well.
"Mr. Tower Keeper."
Fang Yu didn't know what to call the other party. He scratched his head - the other party asked him to try other methods, but what method has he not tried? Fortunately, the tower guard didn't care about this and just said: "Have you forgotten what happened before?"
"What happened before?"
"I gave you a hint once."
"hint?"
Fang Yu was startled, and a flash of lightning flashed in his heart. He suddenly remembered that he still had a reward to use.
It's just that after he passed through the four red doors 2, 3, 4, and 5, he didn't get the relevant prompt, so he forgot about it for a while. However, Fang Plover looked at the tower guard. At this moment, no matter whether it was the Construct Lord, the Supreme Choice, the Immortal Knight, or the Controller, how could they help him?
None of them have anything to do with the alchemist's profession.
And it seems that until this moment, people will remember that the combat craftsman is actually just a branch of the alchemist, not his own profession. Why did the profession of alchemist come into being? Over the course of history, people often seem to forget this.
It is a craftsman first.
Then there are the warriors.
And warriors are not its purpose.
In an instant, Fang Yu recalled the two words that the tower guard said to him when he first met and talked to Odin that day:
'There are many people who yearn for him, but how many have actually achieved it? '
'Fighting craftsman may not be the right path. People always remember the glory, thus forgetting some essential things——'
What is the essence of a craftsman? The great alchemist Ed may have pointed out such a path for people. He himself is a top genius who has adapted dual elements and shines in an era. There are many paths to choose from on his way forward——
Whether it's becoming a Dragon Knight.
Or a combat craftsman.
All can leave a reputation that will shine through the past and the present.
But he chose another path, which opened a new era for the mortals after the elves of Numerin.
This path is just like the choice made by Fang Plover's nominal mentor, Hain Fam, but coincidentally, the latter is also the student of the great alchemist. It seems that in a certain sense, Fang Plover took over this inheritance from the two of them that continues to this day.
He suddenly understood what he should do.
He opened his system, and sure enough he found that after passing the sixth level test, in addition to the original basic craftsman skills and ether theory, another series of his skills also lit up, which was the professional skill of alchemy.
Alchemy and creation, as well as a series of blacksmithing, carpentry and material metallography, and natural history identification skills.
Fang Plover looked up.
The tower keeper nodded quietly to him.
Can strengthening these basic skills that have nothing to do with combat craftsmen improve his combat effectiveness? Fang Yu didn't know, but he only knew that this might be able to help him overcome this difficulty. And this is the only thing he needs to consider right now.
He thought about it for a moment before making up his mind and clicking on it.
The strengthening of skills is no different from before, and there is nothing earth-shattering. It is just a silent change that moisturizes things.
Fang Yu only watched the basic level of each of his skills related to forging and creation increase by one level. Apart from the change in numbers, there seemed to be no other differences that he took for granted. He just pursed his lips, picked up another piece of material from the ground, and held it heavily in his hands.
And at that moment, an inexplicable feeling arose in his heart.
It seems that the soil of dry thoughts is welcoming a trace of nectar, and a gurgling source of inspiration emerges from an unknown place deep in the heart, making a tinkling and sweet sound in the darkness. Fang Yu naturally heard the voice - naturally, an idea came to his mind.
In his hand was a piece of cold iron.
This is an aloof metal.
It has unruly ether conductivity, and its spiritual properties also make it difficult to tolerate other alloys.
Even goblins hate this kind of metal - because it is the enemy of fey, but other than that, it doesn't seem to have much effect.
Therefore, including dwarf craftsmen, few would use this kind of metal to forge weapons and armor. Only some craftsmen in the Deep Dark underground would consider refining such metals from minerals when fighting against the spirits there.
Cold iron will glow faintly in the dark, so very early in history people called it the vein of light.
It’s just different from mithril, which was also born in the veins of light——
The cold iron accompanying it will always be a shadow of the king, and it seems destined to symbolize the loneliness of the king.
Fang Yu suddenly felt moved in his heart.
It was in the dark, his eyes passed through the limitations of imagination, and he seemed to see a cold and windy coastline - the winding coastline spread in the severe cold, and those moon-white sharp rocks were covered with frost. Witnessing every difficult winter on the Baozhang Coast.
And it will be a long ice-covered season, a king betrayed by his subjects - walking with the raven under the lonely moon.
The cold wind swept over the monarch's worn cloak, and the long sword in his hand was shining with sparkling pale fire. The kingdom of the living could no longer tolerate the will of this lonely king. Wherever his iron hooves passed—— It seems that with the spread of the black forest, only the long-sounding horn remains.
The sound echoed in Fang Yu's thoughts.
The cold, ice-like metal was slowly changing its shape in his hands.
Five streams of light are traveling between the star-like structural points. This is not the limit of multiple parallelisms, it's just that Fang Plover closed his eyes and focused on nothing else. The light in his hands was almost visible, leaving five faint light patterns on the cold iron.
Glittering with a faint, silvery brilliance.
When the tower guard saw this scene, he raised his head and glanced at Fang Plover.
Five parallels.
Optical flow materializes.
What he saw now was no longer a boy, but the starting point of a legendary craftsman.
The tower guard knew that the man named 'Odin' never discounted what he said. He was just a genius in the eyes of ordinary people, and it meant that he would appreciate it. The tower guard has watched a long time and witnessed the birth of many geniuses, but he understands that fighting is not the whole meaning of craftsmanship.
The tower keeper occasionally reminisces.
Why are you here?
He couldn't help but think of the original promise he made.
Only after a long time did he finally wait for the second person.
But it was not enough now. The tower guard looked at Fang Plover silently. In fact, he caught his attention from the first moment he entered the Hall of Thousand Doors. The tower guard has seen many craftsmen, but there is only one type of people who will leave a deep impression on him at the first level.
The rock-solid foundation should prove their understanding of the essence of alchemy.
Facts have proved that this young man did not disappoint him. It was not a common thing for the tower guardian to give a verbal reminder. The many geniuses who passed through this place only left a faint glance in his heart, after a short impression.
The stool also disappeared without a trace.
What surprised him was that the young man only hesitated for a moment before adopting his opinion. He originally thought it was just innocence, but later found out that it didn't seem to be the case.
This boy with the same name as that person seems to have more secrets. Moreover, the tower guard always felt that some of the other party's actions gave him a vaguely familiar aura - that was the way the Silver Tower acted, but the real Silver Tower had long since disappeared.
Anlose suddenly stopped thinking.
Because he saw Fang Plover open his eyes not far away.
The first pass of refining is over.
Fang Yu took a breath and looked at the shining cold iron in his hand. Its shape had turned into the prototype of a shell - it was obviously the alchemist's core tool, the shape of the control glove. But it is cold iron after all, far sharper than ordinary metal.
This makes the prototype of the glove look cold and sharp.
It was like a dragon's claw, dark and gloomy.
But what Fang Yu saw was not the appearance, but the inside. Among the stars in the vast sky, every star is shining brightly at this moment. Among the countless structural points, it is like countless new stars are blooming.
It is a universe filled with light.
Although it felt like only a moment, two hours passed quietly in silence.
There are still four hours until midnight of the day.
Fang Plover only rested for a moment, and then started the second round of refining, which came from the refining skills of the basic theory of magic of the Ithulian School. The second intensive training was longer than the first one, taking two and a half hours, but Fang Piao did not feel a trace of fatigue, but was in high spirits.
Knowing that he was almost successful, he put down the outer shell of his gloves and began to weave the inner bag. He used a rare animal fiber, the down of a jellyfish that lives above the sea of clouds, and some mithril threads.
Fortunately, there are inexhaustible materials here, and there is no need for him to dismantle Parker's mithril mask.
In just a moment, the preparations came to an end.
Then there is the engraving of the internal magic circle, the selection of crystals, the cable reel and magic engine device, various plug-ins to ensure stability - and finally the cooling system. But these parts are also completed one by one.
Fang Yu finally let out a sigh of relief.
He glanced at the time. There was still a quarter of an hour left, but it was far enough.
He only closed his eyes for a moment before starting the final assembly. His solid basic skills for a long time provided him with speed and precision beyond ordinary people at this moment, so that every movement was like art in the eyes of the tower guardian.
Anlose nodded slightly, this is the quality that alchemists and craftsmen should have.
Rather than those flashy surfaces that the outside world pursues.
last minute.
On a cold night in Kapka, on the long street, the midnight bell is about to ring.
But before that, Fang Plover had already completed the most important step. With an almost holy attitude, he carefully pushed a moonstone into the slide rail under the glove, and heard a soft 'click' sound.
And this soft sound witnessed the birth of the legend——
Just like the pair of daggers that Fang Piao made for Sister Alisa, this time the system still did not give him the opportunity to name a legend.
And when that legendary induction quietly passed from his mind with the last step of his work, the illusory inspiration also turned into reality - and was realized in his hands. The dark, sharp-looking gloves on his hands got a name of their own:
The Pride of the Lone King (magic guide, equipment level, S+)
Basic attributes: 112-127
Block value: +470
Plug-in add-on: dodge sensor, defeat enemy aircraft first
Special: Magic Repulsion
Weight: 0.4kg
Interface/output occupancy: shared by control gloves
'A lonely and arrogant king has no need to obey -'
Required level: Level 17 combat craftsman or related profession
The hall was actually quiet for a moment, and you could hear a needle drop.
Fang Yu took an almost solemn step back, then raised the gloves with both hands and placed them gently on the long table in the center of the hall.
This is the will of the king, and the legendary creation is like a perfectly refracted work of art, which seems to not be supposed to exist in this world. But it is still presented to the world with the help of the hands of the top craftsmen.
Its attributes seem to be irrelevant, as described by the words engraved on it: "The aloof king has no need to obey -" Although it is still only S+ level, compared with the dawn he gave to sisters Alyssa, it is obviously Not on the same level.
'Shuguang' is more like the first cry of new life, while 'Lone King' is mature and steady.
When Fang Plover put it down gently
At this moment, the bells rang in the cold night, and there was a soft sound in the hall. Not far away, the red door opened in response, and behind it was a faint white brilliance - that was the road leading to the eternal garden.
Fang Plover raised his head and only looked at Kapka in the dark night outside the window.
For a moment, he felt neither joy nor sorrow.
He knew that he had finally passed this level.
After the Universal Sword and the late executioner Loofah, the first alchemist who passed the seventh test was finally born - Fang Plover stepped forward and was pushing open the 708th wooden door.
He didn't think too much, because the eighth level was already in front of him.
It's just that behind him, in Etalia, which is completely silent at the moment, people don't seem to have thought about what kind of name they should give this newly promoted alchemist.
Only the tower guard watched him leave quietly, and then walked up silently.
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