The texture on the surface of the sphere held in the hand's iron shell is varicose, like a wrinkled orange, with some weight and a slight sinking.
Fang Plover stared at the small object wrapped in the fabric of the glove with his dark brown eyes, secretly wondering, what should it be? The lightest No. 1 shell used is one standard thinner than the Clockwork Goblin, and its main core crystal only has one energy level - that is, it can only be stored and used for one tania moment under non-combat power consumption - —Four minutes of magic.
It has a built-in hinge drive device that can only be reused fifty times to drive a pair of 'Guy' fairy flapping wings with low power consumption.
These are also the wings of the Clockwork Fairy, except that the Clockwork Fairy has two pairs and is much stronger and more durable.
In addition, there is no visual contact crystal, no heat dissipation, no shock absorption, only a small space reserved, and only 14 grams of remaining weight. At first glance, it looks like a deformed version of a clockwork goblin.
But Fang Plover is not frustrated by failure. Everything must go through the stage of starting from scratch.
He raised his palms and watched as a gap opened on the sphere, from which a pair of thin wings protruded. The wing membranes reflected the sunlight, like a narrow golden light flashing through it. It vibrated slightly, causing the sphere to float up from his palm. During the process, the sphere swayed slightly from side to side, but overall it was relatively stable. It flew higher and higher, and gradually crossed the height of the roof.
Then it tilted forward and flew forward, letting out a howl in the process, like a sharp whistle, and shot forward like a sharp arrow. When the sharp arrow reached the end, the sphere seemed to be elongated in Fang Plover's field of vision. Starting from the fragile front cover, the shell cracked and opened, the wings flew out, and the parts and hinges inside bounced out one by one. Finally, the whole thing fell apart and turned into a golden raindrop, which was scattered all over the ground.
At about twenty-five meters, Fang Plover calculated the final distance, and the final impact had reached the level it should have, that is, two points of strength and six points of attack power.
He walked over, bent down, picked up a piece of shell from the ground, and held it between the thick gloves of his thumb and forefinger.
Under the gaze, the gray and curly shell is covered with fine cracks. It is like the sharp corner of a piece of glass, and then bends backwards and breaks due to its own weight like a page of fragile sandstone.
The remaining part in his hand was gradually weathered like gravel.
Fang Plover could feel the elements scattered in the air, with a hint of firework embers, which was the most abundant fire element.
He turned over his hand and rubbed his fingers. His heart seemed to be running on a flat field: the shell finally fell apart because the material structure composed of elements was still too fragile and unstable.
A thousand years ago, did the elves of Numerin encounter this problem?
Or is it because my skills are not proficient enough?
Or is it because the magic power output is too little?
He looked back and saw that the red pointer on the copper gauge of the magic furnace stayed at the third mark. This means that he output about one-twentieth of the mana in his previous spell casting.
This is the magic power of the main crystal, one-twentieth is already a heavenly amount.
At this time, Sylvide came over. The noble daughter put on a white gauze hollow glove and gently placed it on his hand. With a faint smile in her light blue lake-like eyes, she looked at him and asked:
"What's it called?"
"What's it called?"
Fang Yu couldn't help but ponder for a moment.
"gray."
"It's called gray."
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Fang Plover remembered that the last time he went to the Sand Journey House a few days ago, he had not seen these emerald-green wisteria plants hanging on the earth-yellow stone walls.
They were placed in a red stone basin. The soft, light red vines hung naturally from the edge of the stone basin as if they were opening their arms to welcome guests, with densely packed leaves growing on them.
Like all plants growing in this area, the leaves are covered with a layer of wax.
It looks like Abed decorated the 'Sand House' in a matter of days.
The hotel lobby was quiet. There was no other guest except for them who were walking in. Last time, there was a bar area where several guests drank alone. Now there was only a lazy yellow cat lying on that place.
When it comes to cats, Fang Plover can't help but think of Ms. Delise. Unfortunately, they had never seen the beautiful cat lady since they left Idos. It is said that others stayed behind to look for her, but found nothing.
Tang De also asked about 'Chris' in private, but he was not sure that the two were related.
Fang Plover looked around, but did not immediately see Abed standing quietly at the same place where he should have been. Instead, he saw an unexpected person behind a dense clump of alder trees.
On Ms. Elna's serious face, her heroic brows gradually gathered together, as if two dark clouds were coming together, and her emerald green eyes were focused on him.
But the last thing Fang Yu wanted to see at the moment was this face.
He almost wanted to turn around and leave.
Elna walked towards him angrily
Fang Yu opened his mouth to argue. For example, he didn't mean to make her cry, but this seemed to make her more vulnerable to beating?
But Ms. Djinn had already come closer and asked him a series of questions: "Why did you leave the Craftsmen's Guild that day? Who do you think I am? - Well, take it, I, Erna, keep my word. But you must keep it Return the guild’s belongings.”
There was no cause or consequence for these words, which made Fang Yu stunned.
But the next moment, there was a slight weight on his hand, and Ms. Erna had already stuffed something over her.
He lowered his head and realized that it was a metal 'artifact'. It looked like a metal heart wrapped in meridians, about the size of a fist. There is a row of small rivets on the silver outer skin of the pericardium, and then it is covered with a layer of hollow thin pipes.
He had actually seen the wings that were folded up and wrapped around the pericardium like a thin film. The thing was translucent, with shadows like leaf veins distributed on the surface.
This is a Lingos Guard, which is a little different from ordinary Lingos Guards. Fang Plover concluded that this was probably a foreign body.
He suddenly understood what Ms. Erna meant.
But he was a little hesitant to ask him to return the constructed sea monster. Compared to this, he would rather not have this thing.
He thought for a moment and decided to save the country in a twists and turns.
"Okay." Fang Yu nodded.
After Erna cut the knot quickly and said that, there was still a trace of anxiety in her green eyes, but when she saw that he agreed, she couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.
So she said with a slightly unnatural expression: "Then I'll take my leave now... Well, if you have a chance, you can come to visit the Craftsmen Association again."
As for the last sentence, it was purely polite, and of course Fang Yu didn't believe it.
But he stopped the other party with words: "Wait, Ms. Erna."
Erna turned around: "What's wrong?"
"What I said that day."
Her face suddenly became confused again: "Then you win."
"No, Ms. Erna, this has nothing to do with winning or losing."
"What does this mean?"
"I just want to ask about the creation of the ether. Does it contain the rules and complex information that make up this world? Can we write the 'creation information' just like we write the 'magic rules' into the crystal?" Write it into the crystal?”
Without any preconceptions, Ms. Erna is actually a very keen person in alchemy. She looked at Fang Plover again, but this time it was very different from every time in the past. A surprised light flashed in her emerald green eyes:
"Wait, are you studying this? Who told you, and who is your mentor?"
"My mentors are Master Oswald of Kapka, Master Ander of Duron, and Mr. Anloser of Goblin House, who also taught me alchemy-related knowledge. These ideas mainly come from the latter, and are related to Nu. Merrill’s ancient alchemy has something to do with it.”
"I know Master Oswald. He is a very respected elder. I have also heard of Master Ander. He is the master craftsman of the Elfendor Council. Anloser, is he that Anloser? , have you been to the Hall of Thousand Doors?"
Fang Plover nodded.
Erna was even more surprised: "Which year is it from?"
"This year, March and April."
"Then you have to call me senior." Erna looked him up and down, and then stretched out her hand to him: "My name is Erna, Erna Vasa, last time I saw you and that Guys mixed up... I had some preconceptions, and I have to apologize to you, Ed."
Fang Yu shook her hand. Miss Giant's hand was soft but very strong.
He breathed a sigh of relief. The unhappiness between him and the president was finally over.
Fang Plover asked again: "Ms. Erna——"
"Call me sister. I entered the Hall of Thousand Doors one year earlier than you, so I can be considered your senior. How old is Ed this year?"
"Seventeen."
"That's amazing. You've been to the Hall of Thousand Doors at such a young age?"
"Because I am the Chosen One."
Elna nodded: "If Ed has a chance, he can come to the Craftsmen's Association and we can discuss alchemy. But I have something to do today, and I have to first--"
But how could Fang Yu let her go? He finally managed to create such an opportunity for dialogue. After thinking for a moment, he asked the question he had been preparing for a long time: "Is Miss Erna studying the fairy user?"
Sure enough, when Elna heard this, her green eyes lit up slightly: "By the way, Ed, are you a goblin user?"
Fang Yu was slightly modest: "Let's count it as half."
Erna then showed a surprised look, took his hand without noticing, and asked: "I have a few ideas about the Fairy Envoy. If Ed is okay, can you come and help me?"
This is exactly what Fang Plover wanted. But he tried not to make his intentions too obvious and nodded.
Erna narrowed her eyes happily, the previous unhappiness and dark clouds on her brows having been forgotten. At this time, she looked at the items in Fang Yu's hand, and as if thinking of something, she stretched out her hand and patted it gently: "Then this, just treat it as my predetermined reward. When I have the opportunity, I will give you another one." A gift.”
In addition, she hesitated for a moment, and then said: "But remember to return the guild's things. They are the guild's property. We must keep public and private things separate."
Fang Plover nodded.
But that's not what he had in mind. Other things can be returned, but constructing the Kraken is definitely not an option. He could even provide money, but just to sell the guild supplies, he still had to convince the serious lady president to agree.
Fortunately, it seemed that she had taken a good first step. She was obviously more hesitant than before.
Squeak——
While the two were talking, there was a long sound of the door being pushed outside.
Fang Plover, Erna, and others couldn't help but look back, only to find that the person who came was still not Mr. Abed, nor a guest, but three people who were obviously wearing uniforms.
They wore a long purple shawl with yellow edges, which hung down to the ground, as if wrapped in a huge veil, and their hands were hidden under it, so it was not possible to see whether they were armed.
The leader was taller, almost as tall as Erna. In the sunlight at the entrance of the hotel, the other party almost looked like a long shadow standing up from the ground.
His sinister eyes scanned the hall, and finally looked in this direction.
Fang Yu originally thought that the three of them were here to find Her Royal Highness the Princess, or someone from the Penelope royal family, but he did not expect that the other party's eyes would finally fall on him, and he asked:
"Is Mr. Ed here?"
Everyone was stunned for a moment.
Including Tianlan and Jita, they also looked at each other in surprise. The visitor's tone was obviously unkind, but they didn't have any enemies in this place? Even if it was the Dragon Worship Cult, they wouldn't come to the door so blatantly, right?
But before Fang Yu could speak, Ms. Erna took the initiative to stand up and asked, "Who are you?"
The man then looked away from Fang Plover, looked at Elna, and replied coldly: "Madam, this has nothing to do with you."
"I am Erna Vasa, the president of the Tansnir Craftsmen Association. Please indicate your intention, otherwise don't blame me for being rude." Erna's tone was equally strong, and at the same time she reached into her coat and took out a Only the Lingos Guards are here.
The man frowned and then replied: "Ms. Elna, we are the royal family's spies. We have something to learn from Mr. Ed."
"The royal family, which royal family?"
"The royal family of Cowling."
Erna was slightly startled when she heard this name.
When Sylvide heard the name, she frowned slightly.
Fang Plover turned around and even saw that Baggins had stretched out a hand behind him. Since they were Her Royal Highness the Princess who came to meet Penelope, they did not bring any conspicuous weapons. The always alert boatswain hid a dagger behind his back. .
His heart sank, and he already had a premonition of something.
But how could anyone from the royal family find this place and know that he was in this place? How did he know that Sylvide was by his side?
He couldn't find the answer to the question for a while, but his mind was like lightning, and he immediately understood that he had to stand up at this time.
He took a step forward, looked directly into the other person's eyes, and replied in a neither humble nor condescending manner: "I am, what do you want from me?"
"Are you Ed?" The man's gaze returned to him, as cold as a poisonous snake.
The other party was not in a hurry, but asked again and again to confirm.
Fang Plover nodded.
"Very good," the man replied: "We have some things that we need your help in investigating."
As he spoke, his eyes turned to Sylvester, his gray eyes flashing coldly: "And the lady next to you, we will also take her away to assist in the investigation."
Sure enough, Fang Yu felt that the premonition in his heart turned into reality.
Baggins was about to step forward.
However, Fang Yu reached out to stop him and Sylvester, raised his head and asked each other: "Why?"
The other party said calmly: "Because we suspect that she has a close relationship with a traitor."
But Fang Pliance skipped this question and asked, "But how can I believe that you are members of the royal family?"
The man said calmly: "If you want to see it, we can prove it."
"Okay," Fang Plover replied, "Mr. Secret Agent, but there cannot be anyone in our team who is closely related to the traitor."
"It doesn't matter what you said, Mr. Ed."
Fang Plover turned back and looked at Sylvester - his dark brown eyes were filled with affirmation, which was a reflection of the girl's long-term unconditional trust.
Apart from that, he didn't have any extra movements or expressions, but the noble lady seemed to understand, and the slightly frowned brows flattened again, and she just stood there calmly.
Fang Yu turned around again, looked at the three people, and replied, "That's not necessarily the case."
The man's voice was even colder: "Your Excellency, do you mean to stand against the Kaolin royal family?"
"Not really."
"So--"
Fang Yu interrupted him directly and replied loudly: "But I keep my word, everyone."
The man stopped and looked at him coldly.
The next moment, no movement was seen from the man. Suddenly there was a gunshot, and a ball of sparks spread out from under his huge shawl - obviously, the other party had expected to take action.
But before the whirling bullets arrived, a large shield stretched out diagonally and stood in front of Fang Plover. With a muffled sound, the lead bullets shot into the large shield, embedded halfway into it, and caused sawdust to fly.
Luo Hao laughed ferociously: "Silly ×, do you think I don't exist?"
The man's face was ugly, and he took a step back. At the same time, he turned around and pulled out a seven-type tobacco handgun from under his shawl - six black muzzles. He changed the direction and pointed at Sylvester aside.
But before he had time to pull the trigger, he suddenly felt unstable under his feet, the ground bulged, and several sharp thorns stuck out. The man had to back away and was shocked - what kind of spell was this?
But when he took the last step back, a sharp thorn came across, pierced through his hand gun, knocked it away, and scattered it into pieces and fell back to the ground.
The man looked up and discovered that a huge nautilus structure had appeared behind Fang Plover. The tentacles were still emitting a slight fluorescence - and the young man was pulling out a silver hand gun from behind, and pulled Open hammer.
Not far behind him, the daughter of the Albert family held an identical silver gun in her hand, and raised it, pointing the black muzzle at him.
The royal spy did not expect that the other party was so decisive, and his strength far exceeded his expectations, especially the weird spell, which completely disrupted his rhythm.
In panic, he shouted: "Wait a minute, you are the Chosen One, you cannot interfere in our internal affairs!"
When Fang Yu heard this, an idea suddenly came to his mind.
He finally understood why the royal family's spies knew that he was in this place and Sir Ma Wei's daughter was by his side. It turned out that someone deliberately betrayed this information——
He was as clear as a mirror in his mind, but he remained calm on the surface.
He just looked at the other party and replied calmly: "Okay, I won't interfere."
There was a gunshot.
Fire burst out from the gun in Sylvide's hand, and the man flew out.
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