Chapter 1083 Searching for Secrets in the Sea of ??Sand (5)
Chapter 1083: Searching for Secrets in the Sea of Sand (5)
At the same time, in Cairo's black market, in Father Odin's stone house.
Seglade was a little dazzled. What was before the young leopard man was a dazzling array of rare weapons, each of which was a priceless treasure. Unexpectedly, in such a dilapidated stone house, there were so many rare weapons.
Filled with so many treasures!
And Father Odin, who created these rare weapons, is currently holding his iron hammer and tapping an iron ingot repeatedly, with a rigorous rhythm, as if it is a precise clock.
"What are you waiting for, kitten?" Father Odin glared at Seglade: "Sit down over there. There is a pile of parts on the table, try to assemble them."
Seglade threw down his luggage and reluctantly walked over to the table and sat down. He glanced at the pile of inexplicable things on the table and couldn't help but wonder: "You...are you going to let me assemble something?"
"It can be anything," Odin's father said nonchalantly: "It can be a gun, it can be a sword, it can even be an inexplicable thing that is not even a weapon. In short, you can do whatever you want. I will check the receipt in an hour.
"
This was a test. Seglade understood it instantly.
Father Odin has not yet fully trusted the young leopard man. Father seems to be particularly wary of cats. He seems to firmly believe that cats are playful and undisciplined and cannot make any good weapons, let alone be capable of becoming a cat.
An excellent weapons craftsman.
Being so slighted, Seglade couldn't help but feel aggrieved and puzzled. It seemed that he had to work harder and make something amazing that would surprise this despised old man.
But, having said that... the pile of things on the table is simply a pile of steel scraps. Not only do they have different shapes, but they are also irregular to the extreme. They are not even a three-dimensional puzzle. With this kind of thing, you can really put together something useful.
Utensil? Cold sweat broke out on Seglade's forehead.
Anyway, let’s pick it up and build it first before talking about it.
The young leopard man carefully picked up two pieces of iron from the table and tried to assemble them.
No, not at all.
There seems to be some kind of magnetic repulsion between the iron sheets. When they are butted together, they begin to repel each other. The closer they are, the greater the repulsion. When the young Leopard Man wants to forcibly merge the two iron sheets together, they
There was a fierce resistance, so much so that it flew out of Seglade's hand, one piece hit Seglade's face, and the other flew out in a parabola, and landed on the ground with a slap.
"Huhuhu." Father Odin on the side sneered. He didn't even look at the young leopard man and continued to knock his iron ingot.
"Woo." Seglade touched his cat's face. It was as if he had been slapped on the face, and the pain caused by the iron piece hitting his cheek was unforgettable.
This is just a toy. Seglade can clearly feel the nature of the pile of scrap metal in front of him.
This is just a toy. As long as you assemble these extremely irregular iron pieces, they will definitely become a certain shape. However, it is just a meaningless and worthless thing, just for playing.
of, toys.
It's just a toy--but Seglade can't even assemble one!
When he picked up another piece of iron, the shape of that thing seemed to be a face, and even it was sneering at the Leopard Man youth! What a joke! This is just a stupid toy!
Seglade was more serious, and veins appeared on his forehead. Even if he was motivated, he still had to build this damn toy!
One hour later.
"Ugh..." Green smoke was rising from the forehead of the young leopard man, and his head was as hot as if he had a fever. He lay weakly on the table, completely giving up.
The most disgusting thing is Father Odin. This guy actually kept knocking on the iron for an hour. The tinkling sound not only made the young leopard man unable to concentrate at all, but also made the already agitated Seg.
Ryder gets even more upset!
"Can you please stop knocking, meow!" Perhaps it was just out of anger for no reason, the young leopard man finally couldn't help shouting: "It's so annoying, meow! You keep knocking like this, how can I calm down and solve this problem?"
Puzzle meow?!＂
"Puzzle?" Father Odin gave the leopard man a sneer full of contempt: "Did you understand something wrong?"
"Uh...what?"
"This pile of things given to you is not a puzzle in the first place." Father Odin said mysteriously: "It is not a puzzle, and it is not something that can be solved by putting it together in a certain order. If you really want to
If you want to figure it out, don't rely on logic, use other methods to figure it out. I can only tell you so much. If you can understand it, you should understand it. If you can't understand it, you should get out.
Already."
Segrede rolled his eyes at Father Odin and remained silent. Although he had too many things to complain about, he knew very well that complaining to such a stubborn old man would be of no use. Instead of wasting energy complaining, it would be better to
Spend more time thinking and trying.
If you want to build this pile of scrap metal into a certain shape, if you don't rely on logic, what else can you rely on?
Probably, I can only rely on intuition.
From this point of view, everything else is superfluous.
Since it is impossible to judge from the shape how these iron pieces are connected, vision is redundant;
Since there is no need to think about the rules of connecting these iron pieces, then thinking is redundant;
The only thing Seglade can do now is to relax with all his strength and let the body's sensations follow his own course.
… To put it bluntly, it’s all about luck.
The young leopard man took a deep breath, took off his shirt, and covered his eyes with it.
"Oh?" Father Odin let out a mysterious groan when he saw Seglade's strange behavior.
Seglade was too lazy to listen or take care of it. He got even more serious and even used the sleeves of his shirt to plug his cat ears, trying not to let himself be affected by the damn sound of hammering.
He tried to do something that Turkic people often taught him to do, but impatient young Leopard people rarely do------
meditation.
Let the spirit settle and let the consciousness return to nothingness after extreme concentration.
Then people will enter a transcendent spiritual realm, forgetting themselves, and then infinitely expand themselves to extend throughout the universe.
Then, Segrad's world became quiet. He sank into absolute silence and darkness, and the tinkling of iron in his ears could no longer affect him. Even though he was here, his heart was thousands of miles away.
outside.
The young Leopard man slowly stretched out his hands and groped among these messy iron pieces. Not to build something, but to use his body and heart to understand and analyze the essence of these iron pieces--beyond their physical properties.
Some kind of essence other than nature.
At this moment, these thousands of iron fragments of different sizes and shapes are a universe.
This seemingly chaotic and chaotic universe must have some kind of order. As long as this order is found, everything will be solved.
------Or maybe it's not that Seglade found the order in this small universe, but that this order found him?
The young leopard man grabbed two pieces of iron with both hands and put them together.
This time, the iron pieces did not repel each other, but joined together obediently into a seamless body.
The moment he established the first correct step, some kind of inspiration poured into the mind of the Leopard Man youth like water. His hands began to work frantically, splicing together the iron pieces on the table!
The thing gradually took shape. It became bigger and bigger, more and more correct, and more and more like a certain shape.
The moment Segrad put the last piece together, a black hammer with strange micro-cracks on the surface fell into the hands of the young Leopard Man!
The annoying sound of iron knocking in Seglade's ears also stopped unconsciously.
"You brat! You really have [that] talent..." Father Odin stopped what he was doing.
That is some kind of special talent that even the magic swordsman Solar has never possessed. It is precisely because of this talent that a dragon hunter can truly be called a dragon hunter.
Weapons that only dragons can create---Long Wu.
"Is this your answer?" Dad pulled off the shirt covering the head of the young leopard man and asked.
Seglade did not answer, but stared intently at the hammer in his hand. That thing seemed to have a will of its own, and it was congratulating the young man in its own way.
------It lay honestly in the hands of the young Leopard Man. From the size to the weight, from the thickness of the handle to the center of gravity of the hammer head, everything fit in the hand so well, as if it had been for Segele from the very beginning.
A tool tailor-made for you.
"It's passed. I'll let you use it, the forging hammer of the dragon hunter clan." Father Odin narrated in a low voice, his voice steady and powerful, with almost no emotion.
Segrad held his own forging hammer and involuntarily glanced at the magic weapons around him: "With this...can you create magic weapons like these?"
"Use this to create your own weapon." The old man replied ambiguously.
As for whether they belong to the category of magical weapons, you will only know after Seglade has made real efforts.
"It seems to be qualified." The magic swordsman Solar heard the sound of blacksmithing disappearing in the house and guessed it. At this time, he couldn't wait to poke his head in from the window to announce the good news: "Congratulations, my friend!"
"What a shame!" Father Odin cursed fiercely, "Who let you into my house? Get out!"
"I just took a look..."
"Unworthy descendants have no right to enter my workshop! They are not even allowed to take a look!" The father waved his hammer and drove Solar away from the window.
Segrad felt a subtle sense of accomplishment. Even in this workshop that even Solar was not allowed to enter, Odin's father allowed the leopard man to enter from the very beginning. Perhaps he had already gone further than others.