Russell looked at Carpenter who was so excited that he almost hit the door of the aircraft. He shook his head helplessly: "It's really... please forgive me, Carpenter, this is, um, so happy."
Hilbert was not interested in this and just asked lightly: "You seem to have something to say?"
Otherwise, Russell would only choose to apologize and appease Carpenter, instead of standing at Hill's feet as if he had taken root.
"Teacher, this aircraft is a bit too beautiful, don't you think?
On the way to the Tower of West Asia, there was quite a lot of wind and sand. Maybe such a delicate thing would be a bit ruined?"
Hill stayed for a few seconds before looking at him in surprise: "Is this the black plate you're talking about?"
The corners of Russell's mouth twitched... The disdain in his teacher's mouth almost shot out of the sky and reached the sun!
But he could only suppress the throbbing veins on his forehead and spoke solemnly: "That graceful posture, even in world-famous paintings, can only be seen occasionally.
And this aircraft... almost every line is perfect."
Hill was so surprised by such a terrifying and incredible pursuit that he almost said "Huh?"
But he still knows something about his student...Russell is a very hard-working student and has a plan for his life.
Therefore, even when he was unable to meditate for a long time during his apprenticeship, he read a lot of books and learned a lot of so-called noble skills.
Painting is naturally one of them...and although the world-famous paintings he can see are all copies, there is nothing missing.
Of course he could hear what Russell meant... If he didn't want to reveal his identity, it would be best to file the black plate.
Let this aircraft go from a finished product directly to a defective product.
Otherwise, this is directly telling others: Gilbert has been replaced.
Neither the Heinalson family nor the Black Mystery Tower can raise anyone who has Hill's aesthetics and can turn it into a real thing.
When he thought that he had to reduce his daily life to such a level... Hill couldn't help but puffed up his cheeks and tilted his mouth slightly to one side.
Russell quickly lowered his head...and sincerely overturned all past speculations about his teacher.
Just for a moment, he couldn't believe that this person was an adult.
So, which god's son is he?
No, his teacher is obviously a mage... So, Russell was a little confused and thought, do humans in other worlds have longer lifespans?
By the way, it might not be human, right?
He suddenly saw some interesting legends and stories in the somewhat old books in the Tower of Black Mystery: there would always be some eternally young creatures in them.
But the similar creatures in those books didn't seem to appear as good people, and the best descriptions of them in the books he had read seemed to be a bit too much.
Moreover, after killing many people in his prank, he just said "He didn't expect it" and left directly with blood all over the ground.
In their fairy tale books, it is never a good thing to see these eternally young but very powerful beings.
As for the mage... no matter how powerful the mage is, if he lives for a long time, even if he has a young face, the traces of time will be written in his eyes and temperament.
Moreover, three hundred years is a hurdle.
Just like Gilbert, if he could live to be 300 years old, he would look a little more mature and not look like he does now, with a face of about 30 years old.
Even ordinary people would not admit their mistake when seeing the mages.
But that's not the case with those beings in the story... they are real people who will never grow up.
But Russell didn't feel that his teacher and those beings were the same creature at all.
In fact, whether it is a mage or a noble, they have always secretly speculated about that kind of creature: a bad boy who escaped from the Kingdom of God.
In their world, they still don't doubt whether the goddess is really kind and great... It's simply impossible.
Even if it was the case before, it definitely won't be the case after so many years of hard life.
The world is so dirty, how can the incarnation of the world be true, good, and beautiful?
No matter how beautiful their words of praise are, they know it clearly in their hearts... Only poor people who never have time to think think about nothing.
But their praise of the goddess will only be careless nagging.
Therefore, these so-called fairy tales have always been gossips that we understand by heart.
Everyone knows what they are talking about.
Therefore, in other worlds, there are real immortals like their teacher... Their teacher obviously cannot be a flower struggling out of the mud, but can only be the most brilliant flower among flowers.
Russell suddenly felt a little envious.
Although he doesn't hate his own world...after all, he wouldn't exist without this world, and Russell doesn't even think of this...but envy is always inevitable.
Although his life is not bad, he still yearns for a better life.
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Of course, Hill didn't realize that he had been exposed too thoroughly. He was just making a painful decision:
If he didn't want to be exposed as soon as he went out, he had to modify the aircraft.
But Hill absolutely did not believe that he could persist with de la Cruz until the end without being exposed...then this aircraft would most likely make him laugh to death.
The most important thing is that Delacruz will definitely consult Fran for his thoughts on this.
Even though everyone knew that this was just Hill's expedient measure...but Delacruz didn't have to be a human being, and he never wanted to.
Hill silently landed on the top of the flying saucer, stepping on the thing and lost in thought: So, if he wants to prevent himself from becoming a joke on Delacruz's lips, he has to work hard to catch that guy?
After all, he would definitely choose serious matters over that innocuous little joke.
Tsk~
Hill, who originally didn't want to pay too much attention to what Dela Cruz was doing, made up his mind... He had to at least understand how Dela Cruz came to this world, especially who brought him into it.
Although that person does care about Trasil's survival, he is definitely not the type to take risks... Just how dangerous this world is can be seen by anyone with a discerning eye standing outside the universe.
Hill would not believe that Delacruz would choose to jump in on his own initiative.
He must have been tricked, or even jumped in randomly when he was being chased.
Hill hasn't figured out what happened to the visitor from the astral realm who was dedicated to the goddess by the Tower of Black Mystery!
There might be an answer at the Tower of Theia... Especially, Hill always felt that the Tower of Black Mystery suddenly became like being rubbed by the hem of the skirt of the Goddess of Misfortune just because it presented the astral visitor.
Same, a little abnormal.
If the Black Mystery Tower is really completely rejected by some unknown existence because of this incident... then they shouldn't even be able to use the spell of summoning meteorites.
However, they can use it, but the number of summoned meteorites is not enough.
Unless there is some earth elemental god squatting outside the universe, specifically watching them blocking the road, otherwise, this is really difficult to do.
However, based on Hill's understanding of elemental creatures, they would rather use this time and energy to play a ball tossing game than waste it on a group of creatures that they don't care about at all.
Including evil-aligned elemental creatures.
So, in fact, Hill has always been a little curious about this matter...but after discovering Delacruz, he quietly suppressed this curiosity.
A guy like Delacruz, whose thoughts are thicker and finer than Rose's spider web... well, dirty... can only avoid being noticed by him if he doesn't look at him.
However, at this moment, Hill made up his mind: if he had to lose some face in front of the old guy, then he had to hold De La Cruz's handle in his hands.
Only in this way can that mouth that doesn't understand what it means to be human can be shut honestly!
Hill clenched his fist in grief and anger, and took out a large chisel made of fine iron... I never thought that one day, he would choose to scribble on his works!
The only thing that made him feel better was: Fortunately, this thing was round.
Then, De La Cruz himself is also a master alchemist.
The aesthetic blow suffered by Hill will only be more painful for the old guy who has lived for tens of thousands of years.
Even if he went to other worlds before, it would be the same: although devils have a little biased aesthetics, they still have aesthetics.
Unlike this weird world, the plates are not as good as those casually made by dwarf miners!
well!
This chapter has been completed!