The study of the spiritual world, since Donald obtained the core talent, the environment here has undergone new changes.

There are elves made of flames flying around the chandeliers on the top of the study, small fish made of water cruising in the fish tank on the side of the study, and birds made of breeze rising and falling between the bookshelves... Various elements are here All have their own look.

Not only that, there is a pot of dark green plants on the desk, not flowers or grass, more like a tangled collection of vines, it grows up and down for a while, and then shrinks back into a dry branch. The three primitive oil lamps, as always, only lit one, with dark green flames churning above them.

Donald was sitting behind the desk. The clothes on his body were obviously more refined and real than the gray robe before, and there was some blood floating on it.

Holding a pen, the blue light flowing from the tip of the pen depicts the appearance of a clock on the white paper. Occasionally swinging his elbow to the side will cause the neighing of the demon snake in the Colosseum to the right of the desk.

Jingle ~ Jingle ~ Jingle ~

A metal tapping sound suddenly sounded in the ear, Donald's expression froze, the surrounding environment immediately turned into countless light spots, and immediately even Donald disappeared into the spiritual world.

"Sigh~"

After gasping for breath, Donald woke up from the meditation. The tingling sensation in his mind made him frown. The sudden interruption of meditation was a minor trauma to his spirit.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the ceiling in the hotel. It looked like a wallpaper painted with morning glory flowers. Although there is a heater in the hotel, Donald still prefers the fireplace, so the room is not dark now. Fire light illuminates part of the area.

The trance mental state made Donald feel irritable. He wanted to get up and take a sip of water to slow down, but found that his body was no longer under his control.

As usual, Donald would immediately think of a ghost press or some kind of special power affecting him, and then immediately turned on his mental defense to resist.

But at this moment, he didn't realize that his spirit had been enveloped by an inexplicable fear.

Everything in front of him seemed to have changed strangely.

The morning glory wallpaper on the ceiling suddenly deepened in color. Those flowers that were supposed to be stationary were now growing and hanging around the chandelier, and the swaying branches and leaves looked like the claws of some kind of beast.

The street lamp outside the window illuminated something and then the dark shadow imprinted in the room changed into a distorted shape that Donald could not describe.

Out of sight of Donald, several tentacles in shadow were climbing up the wall outside the room.

Meow! ! !

With a sharp cat meow, the pure white Finger suddenly appeared in front of Donald's eyes. It was standing on Donald's chest and roared in the direction of the window.

And its appearance has also successfully blocked the progress of a certain existence.

It was not because of the suppression of power or fear, but simply because other creatures disturbed the hunt, so it chose to leave.

The morning glory returned to the wall, the shadow returned to normal, what it should look like, what it looked like, Donald took Finger into his arms, and the latter purred happily.

It didn't take long for Donald to fall back asleep, and this night was barely normal.

The next morning, everyone woke each other up, because at 8 o'clock they had an appointment to meet next to the mermaid fountain, and it was impossible to think about returning to the cage.

"Donald, what's wrong with you, I think your mental state is a bit strange, you only have dark circles all night... Didn't sleep last night? You shouldn't, you are a wizard, as long as you enter a state of meditation, you can't Is it easy to recover?"

This is the first time Stephanie has seen Donald look so uninspired. He just picked up a piece of fried egg with a fork and bit it casually, looking at the table in front of him in an unfocused state.

"Did you not hear strange noises last night?"

Donald didn't think much about it when he slept last night, only treating it as a negative state after his meditation was disturbed by the outside world.

However, when my spirit recovered this morning, the more I thought about it, the more wrong it became.

"What noise? Are you being kept awake by the noise?"

Anthony squeezed some ketchup on the plate, turned to ask Donald, he slept well last night and didn't hear any strange noises.

"It's a bit like metal knocking... Anthony can't hear it when he sleeps on the other side, and none of you can hear it?"

If he remembered correctly, the voice should have come from outside, and Stephanie and the others were next door, so there was no reason they couldn't hear it.

"But we really didn't hear anything. I fell asleep as soon as I touched the pillow."

Julia said while eating the sausage.

So Donald turned his attention to Lilo, she didn't need to sleep.

"I didn't hear it."

Lilo's answer echoed in Donald's mind.

"What about special energy bodies, similar to ghosts or other beings that can affect the mental state of others."

Through mental communication, Donald asked Lilo again.

"No."

Again a negative answer.

Donald doesn't think Lilo will lie to himself, is it really just a negative state after his meditation is disturbed?

I didn't have much time to think about this. After breakfast, the group asked the waiter at the hotel where the fountain is. Just like Jacqueline said, as long as the locals live here, they know where this special fountain is. .

Arriving at the agreed place 15 minutes early, Donald held a black umbrella and looked at the fountain in front of him, which could be called a work of art, and was speechless for a moment.

The entire fountain is white, with a diameter of about three meters under the cover of snowflakes. It is divided into three layers. The layer is still a fish, but its body has obviously become longer and slender. The upper body also depicts that it seems to be undergoing some kind of special change, and this last layer is nothing special, not even a painting, just an ordinary water bottle, but This water bottle is held by a lifelike mermaid.

The water flowed continuously from the mouth of the bottle, filled the second pool and then overflowed into the third pool, which looked like three small waterfalls.

"This is what it should be."

Compared with this mermaid fountain, the surrounding factory buildings are like heaven and earth.

"It was one of the representative buildings in the former city of Corta, and there are not many similar buildings left today."

Jacquely came from the other side of the street holding an umbrella, changed into a casual dress, and tied his hair in a ponytail at the back of his head, neat and clean.

"The former city of Corta... Listen, this scene has only recently appeared?"

Pointing to the large chimneys and crowds around, Donald asked.

"Of course, these large factories are all buildings that have emerged in recent years. Because of the discovery of coal mines near Corta, the government has turned the city into an industrial city. I don't know how they persuaded the sect. The craft and blacksmithing sect actually agreed with this transformation, and believed that it was also a part of blacksmithing, and even helped the government to promote this aspect. Many former good places have now been demolished and rebuilt, just to make room for factories or warehouses. Just out of place."

Craftsmanship and forging, if the former Corta pursued the former, then the current Corta is going further and further on the latter road.

Donald doesn't have the power to manage the city's urban planning, so he can only express regret at this behavior.

As agreed, Jacqueline took them to one of several first-class magic item blacksmiths living in Corta in the Craft and Blacksmithing Cult.

"Uncle Grant is an elder who takes good care of me. I can help you introduce him, but whether you can convince him or not depends on yourselves."

At the door of a workshop, Jacqueline turned to Donald.

Pushing the door open, the workshop was unexpectedly quiet. Donald saw an iron furnace inside the house. There was no flame or bellows as he had imagined, and there was no hot air blowing toward him.

Just a cold and dark place.

"Wait a minute, I'll go in and call him."

Jacqueline was very familiar with this place, and went straight to the second floor. After a while of conversation, a burly man came down from the second floor.

With a full beard, suspenders, and rolled up cuffs, Donald couldn't help but think of the statue he saw at the entrance of the train station. It was obvious that this was a loyal believer in the sect of craftsmanship and blacksmithing.

"Everyone, I'm sorry. Although you are the guests brought by Jacqueline, I have no plans to create items recently. You have also seen that as a craftsman, my furnace has been extinguished."

The man known as Uncle Grant pointed to his stove and workbench, and refused even before he heard what Donald's job entrustment was.

"How could this be, Uncle Grant, why are you putting out your own stove? Didn't you say that the first thing a craftsman does when he wakes up should be to add coal or firewood to the stove..."

Before Donald could speak~lightnovelpub.net~ Jacqueline was rather anxious and said in a low voice.

"Because of some accidents, I can't forge right now... I'll tell you later, it's inconvenient now."

Grant didn't look like he wanted to bring it up.

"I'm not asking you to build an item, but I have an item on hand that is important to me and needs your help to perfect."

Donald's space ring has been completed for the most part, only the last and most critical step is left. After finally finding a craftsman, there is no reason to leave like this.

"I said, I recently..."

"What I want to perfect is a space ring!"

The expression on Grant's face immediately froze by saying his own things first.

For a craftsman, what could be better than watching a treasure emerge from his own hands?