In the end, Ravens removed four tough tendons from the sandworm's body, as well as about twenty kilograms of chitin, and countless blunt and sharp teeth.
This is the end of the witcher-style dissection with a strong teaching nature.
In fact, logically speaking, there is no need to go to such trouble. Perhaps Ravens was happy to show off his talents in this area, and therefore, the poor sandworm was dismembered until only a useless layer of skin remained.
And if it weren’t for the fact that sandworm meat is so unpalatable, I’d probably have to have a full sandworm feast tonight.
"So, how much have you learned?" After prying off the last tooth and taking a short rest, Ravens, who was drinking a strange potion, crossed his legs and asked Art rather proudly, as if he was
A very accomplished instructor just performed a shocking little trick.
But Art knew that he was just an apprentice witcher and had to make money to prove his strength in order to be recognized by his teacher and become a professional witcher.
"It's not much, but I feel like I can get started." Art glanced coldly at Ravens who was grumbling, said a few perfunctory words, and continued to play with the teeth of the sandworms.
Before this, he had never thought that the teeth of sandworms were also a good material. The blunt teeth were very hard and wear-resistant, and could well serve as abrasives that needed to be used in certain situations. The sharp teeth were naturally regular and sharp.
The loose sheet structure can be easily processed into sharp small saw teeth, and then made into a simple hand saw in one step, which will be required for processing some fragile items in the future.
"Ha, can you get started?" Ravens immediately became happy when he heard this. He limped over with the unfinished potion in his hand, squatted down next to Art, and looked at it first
He didn't show any concern for the things in his hands and said a few words mockingly.
"Just because of your short stature?"
Hearing Ravens' weird sarcasm and catching the strong smell of alcohol in the strange potion, Art couldn't help but frown.
Is this potion mixed with alcohol? Are you overdrinking it? And what kind of potion are you drinking when you have nothing to do? Art cursed in his mind, and he also knew that arguing with a drunk person was purely to cause trouble for himself, so he just
Just ignore him.
"Ha, I feel guilty!" Ravens laughed, then took another big sip of his drink. After drinking the rest, he threw the bottle to the corner, and the sudden cracking sound frightened Ya.
Te suddenly shrank his neck, and then watched in surprise as Ravens squirmed back to the edge of the fire pit, fell down and fell asleep.
Although Ravens looked drunk, Art didn't notice the blush on his face when he was really drunk, so was he in some weird state? I wonder if there is any danger...
But since he drank the potion himself, he should know what will happen and there is no need to worry about him.
"Oh, really, you'd better tell me about this kind of thing in advance." After complaining, Art threw the sandworm tooth aside, glanced at Ravens who was sleeping soundly, and said to himself
He went out without thinking.
I didn't expect Ravens to demonstrate for so long. The time now is about four o'clock in the afternoon, the sun has slowly set to the west, and the number of pedestrians on the road has gradually increased.
It's about to be my last night here.
Art suddenly felt a surge of emotion in his heart. As time passed, it had been almost five days since he came to this world.
It’s only been five days, haven’t these days been too fulfilling?!
Thinking back on what he had done these past few days, Art suddenly felt a little unrealistic.
This feeling is more like playing a game. Every minute and every second has its own clear purpose and task. After finishing this game, start the next one immediately. There is no pause or need to stop. I am full of enthusiasm for everything.
"Ah, it's too different from real reality, but it's also too realistic for a real game." Art shook his head and sorted out the strangeness in his senses as he walked.
"There is magic here that is impossible to find in the real world, as well as unimaginable dolls and dwarf craftsmanship. These should be difficult to explain in themselves, but here, they all have the concept of 'it should be so', and you can even make certain decisions.
"Scientific" explanation, so I feel that this world is very strange and difficult to integrate into. It is quite real and does not look like a game, but I still feel that it is a game..."
"Forget it, I don't think too much about it, but you can only get used to this kind of thing slowly. When I watched Ravens kill people before, my heart didn't fluctuate and I even wanted to laugh a little. I felt that this kind of thing couldn't be possible.
It can be solved overnight."
"Don't become a loser, keep your determination, Art!" After comforting himself in this way, Art finally arrived at the destination of his trip.
The bakery in Qingshui Huahe was a place he had previously recommended to Nim to try his luck. The disappearance of his father left a space here vacant, and young men like Nim were needed to join.
...Why do I feel so heartless? My biological father has been lost! So should I pretend to be sad?
"It doesn't matter. The boss and Nim should all know the temperament I deliberately embody. There is no need to be too pretentious, just be normal." With this thought, Art slowly walked into the bakery.
"A guest is here, ah, it's the child from the Yars family..." The person who greeted him was the male doll who had some speech problems before, and was watching in surprise as Art slowly walked to the counter.
The layout of Qingshuihua Bakery is still as usual. A high and wide table is filled with cooled bread for customers to choose from. If you want hot bread freshly baked from the oven, you should have to wait here for a while.
.
"From the Yars family?!" Hearing a sound from the front desk, the door to the kitchen was suddenly pushed open, and a familiar figure appeared in front of Art.
"Hello, uncle, I'm back safely. Although I've gone home a long time ago, isn't it too late to say hello?" Art smiled and said hello to the almost bald shop owner.
"God bless you, you are really back!" The owner of the bakery came up and hugged Art tightly.
Hearing the word god, Art suddenly remembered that when he was on the sand island before, Nim also sighed once when he saw Ravens' behavior. At that time, Art thought it was some kind of strange oral habit, but he thought
It doesn't seem to be the case.
It seems that Art understands that Dunmuer is not actually a religious country. The beliefs in it are scattered and various. Basically, there will not be any large-scale gatherings or fanatics, or some
Cultists.
This situation is a bit strange, but Art doesn't know much about this country, so he might as well investigate it when he has time in the future.
"Well, I have someone to help me, so it went smoothly." Art thought for a while, but still didn't plan to report Ravens' name to the bakery owner.
"It'll be good if you're back safely, that'll be fine..." The bakery owner let go of Art, and it seemed that a heavy weight had finally been lifted from his heart. It seemed that he really felt guilty about "leaking the information to me"
ah.
But I can also feel that he really thought that if I died on a deserted island, no one would care about the disappearance of my parents, a family of outsiders.
Don't worry, I will never forget this matter. I will find a way to learn everything.
"Well. Is Uncle Nim here?" Art replied with a smile: "I'm here to find him."