The seventy-third sunset in the world behind the door.
Outside the window was the last trace of dusk, and the golden setting sun was reflecting on the street beside the canal.
Under the red clouds, there was no familiar noise and bustle in Kapka outside the window - although stars were falling in the city, and every shop on the street was lit up.
There were bright lights, but the streets were as deserted as ever.
Just like in this hall——
Everything is where it should be, the tall iron puppets, various teaching aids, the huge metal furnace seems to have been operated by someone, and the inside is shining with golden and red light. And after the night outside the window, the crystal chandelier above the head
It also radiates brilliance from time to time, making the hall suddenly as bright as day.
But in the empty hall, there was no one else except Fang Plover, who was sitting alone in the middle of the parts and tools. The latter raised his head and looked at this scene, then remembered that he was still in the world behind the door - this was not Kapka
, but the Hall of Thousand Doors.
Fang Yu rubbed his tight forehead before putting down the tools at hand. He took a long breath, as if to let out the depression in his heart, then stood up, walked slowly to the window, and looked quietly
Watching the gurgling river outside.
Under the dark environment there, there was still a hint of red afterglow reflected in the waves, but the red had gradually faded into a deep blue-purple.
Then there are little lights.
He has been watching this scene for more than a month. Although he is not bored, it is still a bit too monotonous.
And Fang Yu didn't expect that the reminder would come true - he seemed to have endless time, but he would never be able to cross this hurdle. He looked over his shoulder and looked at the parts scattered on the floor in the hall, thinking that every day was like a piece of cake.
When the time comes - everything here will be restored to its original state.
But endless materials could not allow him to forge the works of his imagination.
Going one step further from the highest quality of magic weapon, 'A-level', may seem like only one step away, but it's actually a world away.
A month - half a month based on twenty-four hours. From the moment he opened his eyes every day, he spent all his time in this place until he was exhausted. But he used
Despite all efforts, the step from ordinary to legendary has always been like a chasm.
He improved his control over every node over and over again, repeatedly improving accuracy, but everything eventually had a limit. When he reached the moment when he stopped moving forward, neither the work nor the legendary inspiration was indifferent.
The improvement in accuracy has been without any movement for thirteen days, and there are even signs of retreat——
After all, people's patience has its limit. These days, he obviously feels a lot more impatient, but the obvious bottleneck is still lying in front of him, and he has no intention to move.
He put what little experience he had left into it, but it was of little use in improving his skills. Only at this moment did Fang Pulver regret it. If he had saved a little more experience in other levels before, maybe he would be just fine now.
Of course, this is just wishful thinking, but he can't stop thinking like this. Once in trouble, people can't help but regret every decision they made. This is not ridiculous, because this is a biological lesson learned.
the process of.
No matter right or wrong.
The little fairy lady sat quietly aside.
She felt the same every day and night and every anxiety that Fang Plover went through. But the quietness and indifference in the girl's heart also affected Fang Plund, preventing her knight from losing his cool.
She watched Fang Plover come back from the window, pacing in the hall with his head lowered. She knew that he had exhausted all methods, but she hesitated to speak. After thinking about it, it seemed that it was not the time to speak yet. But
It was at this moment that a voice sounded in the hall:
"You're in trouble."
"Why not try something else?"
When Miss Goblin heard this voice, she looked up and disappeared in time.
Fang Yu was startled for a moment, turned around, and saw a door opened on the side of the hall - the door seemed to appear out of thin air - the tower guard appeared behind the door in a white robe, and was slowly walking out.
, turned to look at him.
There seemed to be nothing in those silver eyes that could surprise the tower keeper.
There is only the calmness of an ancient well.
"Mr. Tower Keeper."
Fang Yu didn't know what to call the other party. He scratched his head - the other party asked him to try another method, but what method has he not tried? Fortunately, the tower guard didn't care about this and just said
: "Have you forgotten what happened before?"
"What happened before?"
"I gave you a hint before."
"hint?"
Fang Yu was startled, and a flash of lightning flashed in his heart. He suddenly remembered that he still had a reward to use.
It's just that after he passed through the four red doors 2, 3, 4, and 5, he didn't get the relevant prompts, so he forgot about it for a while. However, Fang Plover looked at the tower guard. At this time, whether it was
How can the Construct Lord, the Supreme Choice, the Immortal Knight and the Controller help him?
None of them have anything to do with the alchemist's profession.
And it seems that until this moment, people will remember that combat craftsmen are actually just a branch of alchemists, not their own profession. Why was the profession of alchemists born? In the long history, people often seem to forget this
a little.
It is a craftsman first.
Then there are the warriors.
And warriors are not its purpose.
In an instant, Fang Yu recalled the two words that the tower guard said to him when he first met and talked to Odin that day:
'There are many people who yearn for him, but how many have actually achieved it?'
'Fighting Craftsman may not be the right path. People always remember the glory, thus forgetting some essential things——'
What is the essence of a craftsman? The great alchemist Ed may have pointed out such a path for people. He himself is a top genius who has adapted dual elements and shines in an era. There are many paths ahead of him.
choose--
Whether it's becoming a dragon knight.
Or a battle craftsman.
All can leave a reputation that will shine through the past and the present.
But he chose another path, which opened a new era for the mortals after the Numerin elves.
This path is just like the choice made by Fang Plover's nominal mentor, Hain Pham, but coincidentally, the latter is also the student of the great alchemist. It seems that in a certain sense, Fang Plover
From these two people, I inherited this inheritance that continues to this day.
He suddenly understood what he should do.
He opened his system, and sure enough he found that after passing the sixth level test, in addition to the original craftsman's basic skills and ether theory, another series of his skills also lit up, which was the professional skill of alchemy.
Alchemy and creation, as well as a series of blacksmithing, carpentry and material metallography, and natural history identification skills.
Fang Plover looked up.
The tower guard nodded to him quietly.
Can strengthening these basic skills that have nothing to do with combat craftsmanship improve his combat effectiveness? Fang Pliance doesn't know, but he only knows that this may be able to help him get through this difficulty. And this is the only thing he needs right now.
Things to consider.
He thought for a moment before making up his mind and clicking on it.
The strengthening of skills is no different from before, and there is no earth-shattering movement. It is just a subtle change that moisturizes things.
Fang Yu only looked at the basic level of each of his skills related to forging and creation. After the basic level was improved by one level, except for the change in numbers, there seemed to be no other differences that he took for granted. He just pursed his lips and picked it up from the ground again.
A piece of material, heavy in the hand.
And at that moment, an inexplicable feeling arose in his heart.
It seemed that the soil of dry thoughts was welcoming a trace of nectar, and a gurgling source of inspiration emerged from an unknown place deep in the heart, making a tinkling and sweet sound in the darkness. Fang Plover naturally listened.
When he heard that voice - naturally, an idea came to his mind.
In his hand is a piece of cold iron.
This is an aloof metal.
It has unruly ether conductivity, and its spiritual properties also make it difficult to accommodate other alloys.
Even goblins hate this kind of metal - because it is the enemy of fairies, but other than that, it doesn't seem to have much effect.
Therefore, including dwarf craftsmen, few would use this kind of metal to forge weapons and armor. Only some craftsmen in the Deep Dark underground would consider refining such metals from minerals when fighting against the spirits there.
Cold iron will glow faintly in the dark, so very early in history people called it the vein of light.
It’s just different from mithril, which was also born in the veins of light——
The cold iron accompanying it will always be a shadow of the king, and it seems destined to symbolize the loneliness of the king.
Fang Yu suddenly felt moved in his heart.
It was in the dark, his eyes passed through the limitations of imagination, as if he saw a cold and windy coastline - the winding coastline spread in the severe cold, and those moon-white sharp rocks were covered with frost.
Witnessing every difficult winter on the Baozhang Coast.
And it will be a long ice-covered season, a king betrayed by his subjects - walking with the raven under the lonely moon.
The cold wind swept over the shabby cloak of this monarch, and the long sword in his hand was shining with sparkling pale fire. The kingdom of the living could no longer tolerate the will of this lonely king. Wherever his iron hooves passed——
It seems as if with the spread of the black forest, only the long-sounding horn remains.
It echoed in Fang Plover's thoughts.
The cold, ice-like metal was slowly changing its shape in his hands.
Five streams of light are traveling between the star-like structural points. This is not the limit of multiple parallels. It's just that Fang Plover closed his eyes and focused on nothing else. The light in his hand was almost visible, leaving five faint streams on the cold iron.
of light patterns.
Shining with a faint, silvery brilliance.
When the tower guard saw this scene, he raised his head and glanced at Fang Plover.
Five levels of parallelism.
Optical flow materialization.
At this moment, what he saw was no longer a young boy, but the starting point of a legendary craftsman.
The tower keeper knew that the man named 'Odin' never discounted what he said. He was just a genius in the eyes of ordinary people, and it meant that he would appreciate it. The tower keeper watched for a long time and witnessed the birth of many geniuses, but
He understands that fighting is not what craftsmen are all about.
The tower keeper occasionally reminisces.
Why are you here?
He couldn't help but think of the original promise he made.
Only after a long time did he finally wait for the second person.
But it was not enough now. The tower guard looked at Fang Plover silently. In fact, he caught his attention from the first moment he entered the Hall of Thousand Doors. The tower guard had seen many craftsmen, but only
This type of person will leave a deep impression on him at the first level.
The rock-solid foundation should prove their understanding of the essence of alchemy.
Facts have proved that this young man did not disappoint him. It is not a common thing for the tower guard to give a warning. Many geniuses passing through this place only left a faint glance in his heart, briefly.
After the impression.
The stool also disappeared without a trace.
What surprised him was that the young man only hesitated for a moment before adopting his opinion. He originally thought it was just simplicity, but later he found out that it didn't seem to be the case.
This young man with the same name as that person seems to have more secrets. And the tower guard always feels that some of the other person's behaviors give him a vaguely familiar atmosphere - that is the way of the Silver Tower, but the real
The Tower of Silver has long since disappeared.
Anlose suddenly stopped thinking.
Because he saw Fang Plover not far away and opened his eyes.
The first pass of refining is over.
Fang Plover let out a breath and looked at the shining cold iron in his hand. Its shape had turned into the prototype of a shell - it was obviously the alchemist's core tool, the shape of the control glove. But it was cold iron after all.
, far sharper than ordinary metal.
This makes the prototype of the glove look cold and sharp.
It looks like a dragon's claw, dark and gloomy.
But what Fang Yu saw was not the appearance, but the interior. Among the stars in the vast sky, every star was shining brightly at the moment. Among the countless structural points, it was like countless new stars were blooming.
It is a universe filled with light.
Although it felt like only a moment, two hours passed quietly in silence.
There are still four hours until midnight on this day.
Fang Yu only rested for a moment, and then started the second round of refining, which came from the refining skills of the basic theory of magic of the Ithulian School. The second refining was longer than the first, taking two and a half hours, but
Fang Yu didn't feel a trace of fatigue, but was in high spirits.
Knowing that he was almost successful, he put down the outer shell of his gloves and began to weave the inner bag. He used a rare animal fiber, the down of a jellyfish that lives above the sea of clouds, and some mithril threads.
Fortunately, there are inexhaustible materials here, so there is no need for him to dismantle Parker's mithril mask.
In just a moment, the preparations came to an end.
Then comes the engraving of the internal magic circle, the selection of crystals, the cable reel and magic engine device, various plug-ins to ensure stability - and finally the cooling system. But when these components are completed one by one.
Only then did Fang Plover let out a sigh of relief.
He glanced at the time. There was still a quarter of an hour left, but it was far enough.
He only closed his eyes for a moment before starting the final assembly. His solid basic skills for a long time provided him with speed and precision beyond ordinary people at this moment, so that every movement was like art in the eyes of the tower guardian.
Anlose nodded slightly, this is the quality that alchemists and craftsmen should possess.
Rather than the flashy appearance that the outside world pursues.
last minute.
On a cold night in Kapka, on the long street, the midnight bell is about to ring.
But before that, Fang Plover had already completed the most important step. He was carefully pushing a moonstone into the slide rail under the glove with an almost sacred attitude, and heard a soft "click" sound.
Come.
And this soft sound witnessed the birth of the legend——
Just like the pair of daggers Fang Pulong made for Sister Alisa before, this time the system still did not give him the opportunity to name a legend.
And when that legendary induction quietly passed from his mind with the last step of his work, the illusory inspiration also turned into reality - and was realized in his hands. The dark, sharp-looking gloves on his hands,
Then he got a name of his own:
The Pride of the Lone King (magic guide, equipment level, s+)
Basic attributes:112-127
Block value: +470
Plug-in additional: dodge sensor, defeat enemy aircraft first
Special: Magic Repulsion
Weight:0.4kg
Interface/output occupancy: shared by control gloves
‘A lonely and arrogant king has no need to obey——’
Required level: Level 17 combat craftsman or related profession
The hall was actually quiet for a moment, and you could hear a needle drop.
And Fang Plover took a step back, almost solemnly, then raised the gloves with both hands and gently placed them on the long table in the center of the hall.
This is the will of the king, and the legendary creation is like a perfectly refracted work of art. It seems that it should not exist in this world. It is only presented to the world with the help of the hands of the top craftsmen.
Its attributes seem to be irrelevant, just as the words engraved on it describe: "The aloof king has no need to obey -" Although it is still only S+ level, compared with the dawn he gave to sisters Alyssa, it is obvious that
Not on the same level.
‘Dawn’ is more like the first cry of new life, while ‘Lone King’ is mature and steady.
When Fang Plover gently put it down
And it was at this moment that the bells rang in the cold night, and there was a soft sound in the hall. Not far away, the red door opened in response, and behind it was a faint white brilliance - that was the road leading to the eternal garden.
Fang Plover raised his head and only looked at Kapka in the dark night outside the window.
For a moment, he felt neither joy nor sorrow.
He knew that he had finally passed this hurdle.
After the Universal Sword and the late executioner Loofah, the first alchemist who passed the seventh test was finally born - Fang Plover stepped forward and was pushing open the 708th wooden door.
He didn't think too much because the eighth level was already in front of him.
It's just that behind him, in Etalia, which is completely silent at the moment, people seem to have not yet decided what kind of name they should give this newly promoted alchemist.
Only the tower guard watched him leave quietly, and then walked up silently.