Holding the sphere in the hand, the texture on the surface of the iron shell is varicose, like a wrinkled orange, with some weight and sinking slightly.

Fang's dark brown eyes stared at the small thing wrapped in the fabric of the glove, secretly wondering, what should it be? The shell is made of the lightest size, which is one standard thinner than the clockwork fairy. Its main body is

The core crystal also has only one energy level, that is, it can only store the magic power of one Taniyak for four minutes under non-combat power consumption.

It has a built-in hinge drive device that can only be reused fifty times, which is used to drive a pair of 'Guy' fairy flapping wings with low power consumption.

These are also the wings of a 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 seems to be a deformed version of a clockwork fairy.

But there is no frustration of 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 vibrated slightly, driving the sphere from his hand.

My heart started to float. During the process, the sphere swayed slightly from side to side, but overall it was relatively stable. It flew higher and higher, and gradually passed the height of the roof.

Then it flew forward at an angle, and in the process made a roar, like a sharp whistle, and shot forward, like a sharp arrow. When the sharp arrow reached the end, the sphere was in Fang's field of vision

It seemed to be elongated. Starting from the fragile front cover, the shell cracked and opened, the wings flew out, and the parts and hinges inside jumped out one by one. Finally, the whole thing fell apart and turned into a golden raindrop.

'Ding-ding-dang-dang' was scattered all over the floor.

At about twenty-five meters, Fang calculated the final distance. The final impact had reached the level that the energy level should be, 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 corners 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.

Only then can you feel the elements scattered in the air, with a hint of the smell of fireworks embers, which is 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 Numerin elves 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 meter of the magic furnace stayed at the third mark. This meant that he had output about one-twentieth of the mana in his previous spell.

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 wore a white gauze hollow glove and gently placed it on his hand. Her light blue lake-like eyes looked at him with a slight smile.

, asked:

"What's it called?"

"What's it called?"

Fang couldn't help but ponder for a moment.

"gray."

"It's called gray."

…

Fang remembered that when he last visited the Sand Journey House a few days ago, he had not seen these emerald-green wisteria plants hanging on the khaki 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 looked like Abed had decorated the 'Sand House' in just a few days.

The lobby of the hotel was quiet. There was no other guest except for them who were walking in. Last time there was a bar area where a few guests were drinking alone. Now there was only a lazy yellow cat lying in that place.

When mentioning cats, Fang couldn't help but think of Lady Delise. Unfortunately, they had never seen that beautiful cat lady since they left Idos. It was said that other people 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 looked around and 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. Erna'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 wants to see at this moment is this face.

He almost wanted to turn around and leave.

Elna walked towards him angrily

Fang 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 take the guild's

Return the things."

There was no cause or consequence for these words, so Fang couldn't help but be 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 'handicraft'. It was like a metal heart wrapped around the meridians, about the size of a fist. There was a row of tiny rivets on the silver outer skin of the heart, and there was a layer of rivets covering it.

Layers 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 was a Lingos Guard, and it was slightly different from ordinary Lingos Guards. Fang came to the conclusion that this was probably a mutant.

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 through a curveball.

"Okay." Fang 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 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, regarding the creation of 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 'rules of magic' into the crystal?"

Written into the crystal?”

Without any preconceptions, Ms. Erna was actually a very keen person in alchemy. She looked at Fang again, but this time it was very different from every time in the past. Surprise flashed in her green eyes.

of light:

"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 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 are mixed together... I had some preconceived ideas, and I have to apologize to you, Ed."

Fang shook her hand. Miss Giant's hand was soft but very strong.

He breathed a sigh of relief, as the unhappiness between him and the president was finally over.

Fang asked again: "Ms. Elna"

"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."

"It's amazing. You've been to the Hall of Thousand Doors at such a young age?"

"Because I am the Chosen One."

Erna nodded: "If Ed has a chance, he can come to the Artisans Association and we can discuss alchemy. But I have something to do today, so I have to do it first."

But how could Fang let her go? He finally created such an opportunity for dialogue. After thinking about it, he asked the question he had been preparing for a long time: "Miss Erna is studying the fairy user?"
To be continued...