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In the knowledge city at the end of February, it was foggy every day, and many ordinary people complained that their clothes were not drying and that they did not have enough underwear.

A small number of people who bought the new clothes dryer from Jiuyang Chamber of Commerce smugly laughed at them for not buying something good, and regretting it now.

In addition to the weather, the most discussed on the island recently is the story that Earl McGarden was seriously injured during the adventure a few days ago. I don't know who was sent to the Affiliated Hospital of Guangming Theological Seminary, and then the Pope of Guangming Temple personally took action to heal him.

This story was normal, it's not uncommon for awesome people to venture into dangerous places and get seriously injured. But the strange thing is that after the treatment, Professor Wolf, Professor Erbach, He Dou Dagger, Victoria, Arnold and others who visited him together, as well as the Pope who treated him, were all sent to the next ward for rescue. .

"Oh, brother, do you know what's going on?"

An old fisherman asked the young man next to him when he was putting bait on the hook.

Charles sighed deeply, and said as he closed the line: "I went to visit Earl McGarden yesterday. He is recovering well. I don't know about other things."

If other issues were okay, he decided to perfunctory this issue.

When they first returned to the White House that day, his injuries terrified everyone.

At this time, Reimu made a move. He sent Charles to the gate of the Hospital Affiliated to Guangming Theological Seminary, and also kept Sybil's sister by his side.

The news of his injury spread all over the island in an instant, and a group of bigwigs rushed over.

The magic of the Temple of Light and the Fountain of Life of the Temple of Life were combined, and his injury healed in half a day, and then he was asked to stay for a few days to cultivate.

At this time, Professor Erbach and others rushed back from the White House by plane. When the principal went to visit him, he happened to meet other bigwigs.

So Charles briefly talked about his adventure in the Warp space. The bosses were relieved to know that he was injured because of the adventure, and thought that someone was going to assassinate him.

Then something happened.

When the expedition came back, it was natural to distribute the souvenirs brought back to everyone, so Charles directly released a piece of mithril, fire gold and black iron each one meter long and one meter high and half a meter wide in the ward.

He was just about to say that this was the medical bill for this treatment, but a bunch of bigwigs couldn't live up to their expectations and all lay down.

It's all right now, he can't say things like "everyone has a gift other than these treatment fees, each of the three metals is one cubic meter".

Fortunately, the ward is not big enough. If he released a few cubes of mithril just now, it is estimated that someone will suffer from a heart attack.

The big guys are lying down, and someone is going to run away.

After Charles made sweet and sour fish from the fish he caught, he went to the house of the Lord to find Philip, and then he knocked on the head for a round, but the fish was not left.

This stuff scared Queen Victoria to bed, and it's no wonder her daughter's father didn't clean up this stuff.

After being beaten, Charles rubbed his head and took out the elemental crystal, expecting that Philip would use it to make something good.

"I'll make a seal for you." Philip said while fiddling with the elemental crystals, "The prototype of this seal is the access control system here, and no one can break it."

A flash of light suddenly flashed in Charles' mind, and he asked, "So will it be sealed in the future..."

Philip didn't answer directly, just didn't deny his words.

The eight elemental crystals turned into eight isosceles triangles of the same size in his hand, with some concave bottom edges, and then formed a regular octagon.

When Philip was working, he said: "As the core of elemental creatures, elemental crystal has some soul power and can be transformed into a form of imitation soul."

Charles asked in surprise, "So it can fit in my soul?"

Philip replied as a matter of course: "Of course, what if it is made into a physical entity and I forget to take it when I go out or my car is stolen?"

"It's not a cell phone again!" Charles was speechless.

Then Philip said: "It doesn't look good when the eight colors are mixed together like this. Give it a color."

When Charles heard this, he felt bad.

Sure enough, Philip colored the seal on his hand, and the eight-petal element crystals were arranged in four red and four white adjacent to each other, which looked like the logo of Umbrella Company.

In the end, the seal changed from a solid body to an incorporeal body. At this time, Philip suddenly shot and slammed on Charles' Tianling cover, and the installation was completed.

"Hi..." Charles rubbed his head, "You're taking the opportunity to hit me."

Philip just sneered twice and said nothing.

At this time, Charles took out the ore dug up from this warp space trip, and said with a smile: "Old man, please help me make something."

Philip glanced at the pile of mithril, fire gold and black iron and asked, "What do you want to do?"

Charles said seriously: "I have made a plan. Mithril will make the inner mail and a set of tableware, fire gold will make a mace, and black iron will make a batch of throwing knives. Do you have any other suggestions?"

Philip scratched his ears, and then asked him, "What do you think Mithril is going to be used for?"

Charles said as a matter of course: "Get a set of cutlery. As your old descendant, you must have a set of Mithril cutlery at home to be worthy of your status."

Philip tapped him on the head and said, "The Empress Dowager Cixi is not as extravagant as you are."

Charles exclaimed injustice: "How can I compare with her, she is sitting on the sidelines, but I risk my life to mine in the subspace myself, and all the income is from the labor of my hands!"

Philip felt that the boy had a point, so he helped him make some weapons and armor, as well as a set of mithril tableware that could accommodate a hundred guests at the same time.

During the period, Charles said: "I received a message that someone bought a set of aluminum cutlery at an auction last year and was going to show it off in front of me."

Philip reacted quickly and asked, "So you're going to put on a good show of pretending to be slapped in the face?"

Charles replied: "I'm not in the mood to stage a big reversal drama. I prefer to take the path that others are going to take, and let them have no way to go. To calm them down at once can save trouble later."

"I plan to entertain ninety-nine warriors who have made great contributions in eliminating the undead in the space gate in two days, and use this set of tableware at the banquet."

Philip glanced at the pile of mithril and said, "Just do it until the end, you just give them the knife and fork, anyway, you don't lack this material."

"Makes sense." Charles nodded.

The old ancestor is worthy of being a veteran who often slapped people in the face. First of all, this courage is unmatched by children.

The volume of a set of knife and fork is only about 20 cubic centimeters, and one cubic meter of mithril can make tens of thousands of sets, but this is a bit excessive.

Philip made 500 sets at once, and the anti-skid patterns on the handles of each set of cutlery and forks were different.

At this time, an unexpected visitor appears, and Reimu suddenly arrives.

The hard mithril was about the same size as dough in his hand. He grabbed a handful and handed it to Philip. Then he took out a crystal piece with a diameter about the size of a ping-pong ball and said, "Brother, help me make a pocket watch, girl. for children."

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The Brave Who Trouble the Brave Chapter 1105: Good materials must make good things

In the knowledge city at the end of February, it was foggy every day, and many ordinary people complained that their clothes were not drying and that they did not have enough underwear.

A small number of people who bought the new clothes dryer from Jiuyang Chamber of Commerce smugly laughed at them for not buying something good, and regretting it now.

In addition to the weather, the most discussed on the island recently is the story that Earl McGarden was seriously injured during the adventure a few days ago. I don't know who was sent to the Affiliated Hospital of Guangming Theological Seminary, and then the Pope of Guangming Temple personally took action to heal him.

This story was normal, it's not uncommon for awesome people to venture into dangerous places and get seriously injured. But the strange thing is that after the treatment, Professor Wolf, Professor Erbach, He Dou Dagger, Victoria, Arnold and others who visited him together, as well as the Pope who treated him, were all sent to the next ward for rescue. .

"Oh, brother, do you know what's going on?"

An old fisherman asked the young man next to him when he was putting bait on the hook.

Charles sighed deeply, and said as he closed the line: "I went to visit Earl McGarden yesterday. He is recovering well. I don't know about other things."

If other issues were okay, he decided to perfunctory this issue.

When they first returned to the White House that day, his injuries terrified everyone.

At this time, Reimu made a move. He sent Charles to the gate of the Hospital Affiliated to Guangming Theological Seminary, and also kept Sybil's sister by his side.

The news of his injury spread all over the island in an instant, and a group of bigwigs rushed over.

The magic of the Temple of Light and the Fountain of Life of the Temple of Life were combined, and his injury healed in half a day, and then he was asked to stay for a few days to cultivate.

At this time, Professor Erbach and others rushed back from the White House by plane. When the principal went to visit him, he happened to meet other bigwigs.

So Charles briefly talked about his adventure in the Warp space. The bosses were relieved to know that he was injured because of the adventure, and thought that someone was going to assassinate him.

Then something happened.

When the expedition came back, it was natural to distribute the souvenirs brought back to everyone, so Charles directly released a piece of mithril, fire gold and black iron each one meter long and one meter high and half a meter wide in the ward.

He was just about to say that this was the medical bill for this treatment, but a bunch of bigwigs couldn't live up to their expectations and all lay down.

It's all right now, he can't say things like "everyone has a gift other than these treatment fees, each of the three metals is one cubic meter".

Fortunately, the ward is not big enough. If he released a few cubes of mithril just now, it is estimated that someone will suffer from a heart attack.

The big guys are lying down, and someone is going to run away.

After Charles made sweet and sour fish from the fish he caught, he went to the house of the Lord to find Philip, and then he knocked on the head for a round, but the fish was not left.

This stuff scared Queen Victoria to bed, and it's no wonder her daughter's father didn't clean up this stuff.

After being beaten, Charles rubbed his head and took out the elemental crystal, expecting that Philip would use it to make something good.

"I'll make a seal for you." Philip said while fiddling with the elemental crystals, "The prototype of this seal is the access control system here, and no one can break it."

A flash of light suddenly flashed in Charles' mind, and he asked, "So will it be sealed in the future..."

Philip didn't answer directly, just didn't deny his words.

The eight elemental crystals turned into eight isosceles triangles of the same size in his hand, with some concave bottom edges, and then formed a regular octagon.

When Philip was working, he said: "As the core of elemental creatures, elemental crystal has some soul power and can be transformed into a form of imitation soul."

Charles asked in surprise, "So it can fit in my soul?"

Philip replied as a matter of course: "Of course, what if it is made into a physical entity and I forget to take it when I go out or my car is stolen?"

"It's not a cell phone again!" Charles was speechless.

Then Philip said: "It doesn't look good when the eight colors are mixed together like this. Give it a color."

When Charles heard this, he felt bad.

Sure enough, Philip colored the seal on his hand, and the eight-petal element crystals were arranged in four red and four white adjacent to each other, which looked like the logo of Umbrella Company.

In the end, the seal changed from a solid body to an incorporeal body. At this time, Philip suddenly shot and slammed on Charles' Tianling cover, and the installation was completed.

"Hi..." Charles rubbed his head, "You're taking the opportunity to hit me."

Philip just sneered twice and said nothing.

At this time, Charles took out the ore dug up from this warp space trip, and said with a smile: "Old man, please help me make something."

Philip glanced at the pile of mithril, fire gold and black iron and asked, "What do you want to do?"

Charles said seriously: "I have made a plan. Mithril will make the inner mail and a set of tableware, fire gold will make a mace, and black iron will make a batch of throwing knives. Do you have any other suggestions?"

Philip scratched his ears, and then asked him, "What do you think Mithril is going to be used for?"

Charles said as a matter of course: "Get a set of cutlery. As your old descendant, you must have a set of Mithril cutlery at home to be worthy of your status."

Philip tapped him on the head and said, "The Empress Dowager Cixi is not as extravagant as you are."

Charles exclaimed injustice: "How can I compare with her, she is sitting on the sidelines, but I risk my life to mine in the subspace myself~lightnovelpub.net~ All the gains are from the labor of my hands!"

Philip felt that the boy had a point, so he helped him make some weapons and armor, as well as a set of mithril tableware that could accommodate a hundred guests at the same time.

During the period, Charles said: "I received a message that someone bought a set of aluminum cutlery at an auction last year and was going to show it off in front of me."

Philip reacted quickly and asked, "So you're going to put on a good show of pretending to be slapped in the face?"

Charles replied: "I'm not in the mood to stage a big reversal drama. I prefer to take the path that others are going to take, and let them have no way to go. To calm them down at once can save trouble later."

"I plan to entertain ninety-nine warriors who have made great contributions in eliminating the undead in the space gate in two days, and use this set of tableware at the banquet."

Philip glanced at the pile of mithril and said, "Just do it until the end, you just give them the knife and fork, anyway, you don't lack this material."

"Makes sense." Charles nodded.

The old ancestor is worthy of being a veteran who often slapped people in the face. First of all, this courage is unmatched by children.

The volume of a set of knife and fork is only about 20 cubic centimeters, and one cubic meter of mithril can make tens of thousands of sets, but this is a bit excessive.

Philip made 500 sets at once, and the anti-skid patterns on the handles of each set of cutlery and forks were different.

At this time, an unexpected visitor appears, and Reimu suddenly arrives.

The hard mithril was about the same size as dough in his hand. He grabbed a handful and handed it to Philip. Then he took out a crystal piece with a diameter about the size of a ping-pong ball and said, "Brother, help me make a pocket watch, girl. for children."

Charleston felt that something big was about to happen.