Returning to the smelting field at the foot of the monastery mountain, he drank some water and calmed his breathing. Huggins stretched his tired legs and pulled out a simple hand-drawn map from his waist.
The location of Muxi Harbor is drawn in the middle of the map. To the east and south are dozens of black dots, representing villages in the coastal areas. To the west is the endless sea, and to the north are the islands.
The man first placed his finger on the harbor in the center: "This place is desolate. It is said to be a harbor, but there is only a beach as far as the eye can see."
Move your finger all the way north.
Huggins tapped the islands with his fingertips: "I found an acquaintance who often went to sea. He told me that there are several tribes of pirates in the Northern Islands, with smaller ones of more than a hundred people and larger ones with thousands of people.
It has been at war all year round. Now the waterway to the south is controlled by a tribe called the Grayskull."
Finally, he covered the land with his palm on the east side, and the man thought for a while and said: "I made inquiries in these villages that were once plundered. The pirates in the north will determine the time to go south based on the speed of the snow melting. I have experience.
The rich old man speculated that this year's attack will not wait too long, that is, it will happen within half a month."
Todd nodded: "Half a month, that is, the end of January or the beginning of February." After that, he waved to Huggins, indicating that he would come with him.
The two approached the innermost warehouse of the smelting site, and Todd motioned to Jerry, who was standing at the door, to open the door.
What surprised Huggins was that all the windows in the room were boarded up. Even though it was daytime, it was so dark that he could not see his fingers.
Todd lit the torch on the wall, and the man, who slowly adapted to the change in light, saw the wooden crate lying flat in the corner.
Huggins looked at the other person silently, knowing that he must have a reasonable reason for bringing him here.
Todd opened the wooden board, opened up the pile of straw in the box, and carefully took out something from inside.
Huggins squinted his eyes and used the firelight to see clearly the true appearance of the things in the other person's hands.
"This is……!"
The man was stunned.
It looks like crystal clear crystal, but there are no edges or dents at all. A line of small characters is engraved on the surface in the ancient Thai Roman style, "Wealth changes hands, gods remain forever", and the colorful light colors the eyes of those who look at it.
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"This is a treasure from the Gutero period?!" Huggins suddenly remembered something, grabbed Todd's arm, and said seriously: "You must not take this out!" Perhaps realizing his gaffe,
The man added: "This will bring disaster to us!"
Huggins' words sounded a bit unclear and inexplicable.
But Todd understood what he meant.
A common man is not guilty, but he is guilty of having a jade.
Although glassware in this world was common, at that time most of it was green glass with many impurities and thick walls (also known as German ancient glass in previous lives), or metallic glass from the south that was expensive and complicated to make.
As for the perfect and smooth-looking handicrafts like the one in front of you, any knowledgeable person can immediately judge their high value just by taking one look at them.
Todd brought the small glass pot closer to the firelight, examined it carefully, and replied: "This is the glass craft that Karin and I just made a few days ago. I carved the ancient Thai proverb on it.
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Huggins made a gasping sound behind him.
Under the firelight, the small pot looks a bit like the wine cup on the wine table in the previous life. It looks decent from a distance, but there are many problems when you look closer.
After all, Karin is a girl and her lung capacity is limited. When blowing glass, she cannot shape it at will. She can only make some simple-shaped products. There are some bubbles suspended on the glass wall at the bottom of the bottle. This is because the furnace temperature is not high enough and her skills are compromised.
A sign of immature failure; the connection between the handle and the main body of the small pot has solidified solids formed by the waste liquid, which looks a bit ugly.
The treasure in Huggins's eyes was a defective product full of problems in Todd's eyes. But this guy selectively forgot that the works he had made before were not even considered "junk".
Putting the small pot into the wooden box, Todd said: "I understand what you mean. We have no ability to protect ourselves. Once we sell these things, it will inevitably arouse the covetousness of others. So, I have a plan.
Listen and see..."
Pirates in the north, Duxi Harbor, apologetic and exorcist groups, glass products, ancient Tyro inscriptions, church and asceticism...
The Slavic man opened his mouth wider and wider as he listened to the huge "plan" mentioned by the other party. After hearing this, his first reaction was to say: "You are crazy!"
After a moment, he lowered his head, thought about it carefully again, shook his head slightly and said, "How can such a thing be successful?"
Pacing back and forth in the room, looking at the glass products in the corner again, Huggins fell into deep thought again, smoothed the braid on his chin with his hand, and said in an uncertain tone: "Maybe... if we are lucky enough...
…maybe……"
The man finally gave up thinking, shrugged, and asked Todd: "I don't understand, why would you try such a dangerous plan?"
Hearing the other party's question, Todd's eyes were confused for a moment. The experiences of the past few days slowly came to mind, making his eyes firm again.
He touched the bridge of his nose, leaned his body against the wall, and said slowly while recalling the past: "When Master Mairis was here in the past, I went to class every morning, went to the underground alchemy room in the afternoon, and fell asleep at night. The cycle started over and over again.
It's like this every day. I don't feel any pressure or think too much about the future. Maybe I think it's good for the days to pass like that."
The swaying firelight illuminated Todd's face, and Todd's tone became desolate: "After that, Master Miles left without saying goodbye. The church regarded me as a tool to invade the monastery, and the monks regarded me as
A traitor who loves the world. My place is like this..."
He stretched out his palms and placed them opposite each other, getting closer and closer: "...being squeezed and deprived. I slowly understood one thing. It turns out that I have always lived in a place of light, and my eyes are always facing the direction of the sun.
.When the shadow strikes, my footing is like this glass, fragile and vulnerable."
"This plan may sound like a joke. But if it succeeds, I may be able to build a shelter for us alien species; if it fails, it will just be back to the starting point. How about it? Mr. Huggins
Brother, are you willing to help me?" Todd stood up straight and stretched out his right hand towards the other party.
The two people in the room looked at each other, and Huggins suddenly asked a strange question: "Todd, do you believe in miracles?"
Todd thought for a moment and shook his head.
The man stepped forward, ignored the other person's outstretched hand, hugged his shoulders directly, and said with a smile: "I believe... you in front of me are a miracle."