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Chapter 131 The Breath of Hephaestus (5K)

Oliver Wells, a giant in Western European academia.

So far, many of Western Europe's cognitions about heterogeneous species have been researched by this top scholar, including the "emperor-retainer" system, and all known heterogeneous families so far, behind which there is the old man's back.

It is no exaggeration to say that the old man formed a small half of the academic circle in Western Europe almost by himself.

In fact, Mr. Oliver has a very good relationship with the only master in the East, the teacher of Song Qingci's father, that is, Wu Dayou. They often exchange letters and occasionally communicate on the Internet.

But it is a pity that because of Song Weilu's betrayal, Wu Dayou was hit hard, so that he gradually lost his connection with others in society.

So in the end, the old man was not able to meet with his friends to reminisce about the old days, but only learned the news of his old friend's death not long ago from others.

When he heard the news, the old man was stunned for a few minutes, sitting on the sofa blankly, his eyes seemed to be out of focus.

After a while, the old man sighed and said, "Regarding supernatural research, we have to go back ten years now."

This is the judgment from Oliver Wells.

Although he is inferior to Wu Dayou in terms of academic achievements and status, Oliver himself also has his unique vision and keen sense of smell.

So after hearing about Wu Dayou's death, he really felt that the current research on heterogeneity might be delayed for a long time.

Although new researchers emerge in endlessly, and some of them are extremely talented, they cannot be compared with Wu Dayou's "monster".

Even if people like Wu Dayou may become less talented after years of precipitation, their high-level awareness and accumulated rich experience can still allow them to provide forward-looking suggestions on academic work.

It's a pity that such people will probably never exist in the future.

Glancing at the letterhead in his hand, the old man sighed, with sobs and regrets in his voice.

Putting the letter back into his pocket, he carefully began to read the book he handed over.

This is a textual research on family relations in Western Europe, and it is another embodiment of Wu Dayou's brilliance.

Although he has not set foot on the land of Western Europe in person, he only extracts certain viewpoints based on other people's research materials and previous work summaries, but these viewpoints are valuable enough.

If such a book is put outside, I am afraid that it will not be long before the news will gradually ferment, and finally attract countless scholars and businessmen to scramble for it.

At least the old man thinks so.

Flipping through the contents of the book, the old man read it very carefully at first.

Next to him, the middle-aged man who was standing outside also came in, and after a wary look at Bering, he stood firmly beside the old man.

Facing such gazes, Bering just responded with a smile.

This is probably the old man's son, Bering thought to himself.

The news that the old man came to practice is very secret, and the place where he lives is also kept secret.If it wasn't for Bering's identity as a teacher and some tricks, I'm afraid he might not be able to get here.

And even if he got here, it would be a troublesome thing to let the old man's son, who was guarding outside the door, go in and report.

For this reason, Bering had to reveal a little something, some secret news, which made the old man's son look horrified and had to come in to report.

However, it was precisely because of this reason that the old man's child also followed Bering in and followed him, as if he was afraid that Bering would do something wrong.

In this regard, Bering can only spread his hands and express that he will not do anything.

The scene was silent for a while.

After reading about three pages, the old man turned back to the catalog and began to check them one by one against the pages of the catalog.

When he saw the second half of the content, Mr. Oliver's expression was obviously not quite right.

He muttered something softly in his mouth, and his fingers as old as dead branches pressed on the paper, making a rough echo of "rustling", like sandpaper rubbing against the ground.

After searching back and forth, Oliver looked up at the guest: "Is this book for me?"

"Of course," the guest, or Bering said with a smile, "it's up to you."

After the voice fell, the old man nodded: "That's good."

As he spoke, he reached out and pressed both sides of the book.

Then, with a slight force of both hands, tightly pulled the two sides of the page.

next second.

Accompanied by the dull sound of "tearing", a crack appeared in the middle of the page.In just a few seconds, Oliver tore the thick tome of academic classics in half!

Throwing away the second half of the book, the old man stroked the first half of the book with his hand, and said fondly: "As expected, what that old Wu Dayou wrote is really different from other people's."

"The second half of the content seems to be attached by others. It can't be said to be completely consistent, but it can only be said to be nonsense. Putting such words together with the works of that old man is simply a defilement of that old man."

Rubbing the first half of the pages, Oliver narrowed his eyes slightly: "However, that old man thought so deeply..."

"Greece, Hermes, heh, it seems that the old guy was really not joking when he told me that he found some key factors. It's interesting."

As he said that, he slapped his thigh violently again: "Why did you die so early, you old man? No one can write the rest of the second half, who are you fooling?! If I'm not old now, I have to find A shovel came over and dug your grave, took out your bones and asked you to spit out the second half of the contents before turning them into inorganic matter!"

This is probably a very hard-core reminder method.

Seeing Mr. Oliver yelling and scolding as if no one was there, the smile on Bering's face remained unchanged.

In fact, he didn't hold back at first, subconsciously feeling a little stunned.

No way, before that, he had always thought that these scholars should at least be gentle, if not well-educated.After all, Master Wu Dayou is a very gentle and easy-going person, even if someone offends him, he doesn't care at all.

To be honest, if you are too irritable, you probably won't be able to conduct scientific research.

But he really didn't expect that Oliver Wells, who was obviously also a giant in the academic world, would be such a... refined and easy-going person.

If it weren't for the fact that he had rehearsed countless times in the sea of ​​consciousness before, Bering would probably lose his face and subconsciously laugh out loud now.

But fortunately, he is not "the first time".

So he just chuckled and said: "When writing this book, Master Wu's body was already very weak. According to him, although the second half of this book has some clues and can 'reveal part "Secret" key, but it is always insufficient to support high-intensity work."

Looking at Oliver, Bering said sincerely: "Afterwards, when I found this book, I thought about it carefully. I think that besides Master Wu, perhaps Only you barely have such conditions and qualifications."

"Therefore, this is a gift as well as a request. I hope that you can think of the friendship with Master Wu and the current worsening social situation, and write again for the second half of this masterpiece. .”

Listening to Bering's words, Mr. Oliver groaned a few times.

He didn't care much about Bering's claim that he was only "barely" qualified.

To be honest, after living for such a long time, even if he was really competitive, after Wu Dayou died, he somewhat faded away.

Now the old man simply admits that he is indeed not as good as that old thing Wu Dayou.If you say you are a genius, then that old bastard Wu Dayou is a "monster"!
He is like a monster like Lord Niu or Maxwell. Just leaving his name in history is enough to shine on future generations, pass it on to others, and establish a sect.It can be said that he is qualified to have a book for Wu Da. In fact, the old man is not to mention how happy he is.

Touching the cover of "Family Test", Oliver didn't lift his eyelids: "Oh, finish the book for this thing..."

"It's difficult, it's very rare," he said, "Wu Dayou's formulas and equations are simply messed up, and no one can understand them except him. Even I, I'm afraid I can only understand half of them..."

Although he said it was as difficult as climbing the sky, the old man was very honest with his fingers pinching the pages of the book, and he didn't intend to let go at all.

After pondering for a while, Oliver said: "However, since it is the work of that old man's death, I should do my best both emotionally and rationally!"

"However, I can only complete part of it. I have to take it back to a few old friends of mine to have a look at the follow-up content. Heh, those guys probably stared at me when they heard that I got Wu Dayou's monograph Out……"

While muttering, the old man glanced at Bering again.

He said: "Then what? I specifically asked other people about the residence where I participated in the exercise, and then they pitched in to me, and it was to build connections. Your purpose is just to send books?"

Hearing this, Bering said with a smile: "Sure enough, I can't hide it from you."

He stood up, took two steps forward, and stood beside the young man: "In addition to asking for your help to complete that great book, I also want to borrow your disciple, Gerald Ha Mr Rhodes."

This is also the main purpose of Bering's coming here.

Gerald Harold, Oliver's apprentice, known as "The Blacksmith".

If Oliver's status as an academic leader deserves Bering's attention, then "blacksmith" Gerald Harold is really worthy of Bering's personal visit!

Although his name is only a little-known "blacksmith" now, Bering knows very well that in just a few months, he will complete the transformation through trials and become known as "the fire refining of molten iron" !
He is also one of the few "S" talents in Bering's diary, and the only "S" in Western Europe!
When I judge talents in the original world, I don't just rely on combat power. For example, Gerald Harold, his own combat ability is actually not too strong, let alone Ding Yan, I am afraid that in the future Ji Qianqin may not be able to compare.

But he is a top talent who can beat Ding Yan, Song Qingci and others, and is respected as "S"!

The reason lies in his own particularity.

Befitting its title, Gerald's ability is derived from the technology of Hephaestus, the "God of Fire and Forging" in Greek mythology!
Gerrard was born with a sensitivity and familiarity with forging, and forging indicators such as heat, temperature, and air are like cursors that can be driven at will in his eyes.As long as he wants, he can even forge a piece of ultimate material in a way that others can't imagine.

In the future, the weapons and props of many strong men will be made by Gerald, and even because of his excellent forging technology, his works will be spread to the alien side, which makes many aliens amazed.

"Forging", growth, connections, this is the reason why Bering in the original world named Gerald as "S"!

At the same time, it was also the reason why Bering came here specially!

After hearing Bering's words, Mr. Oliver raised his eyebrows slightly.

He glanced at Gerrard next to him, and was silent for about three seconds.

Three seconds later, Oliver sneered: "Are you looking for him?"

"Did you also hear the rumors from other people that he inherited the 'forging grace' and plan to cling to his relationship?"

Oliver shook his head: "If that's the case, then please go back."

Then, the old man sighed: "I don't know where you heard the news, I don't even know who you are, but since you can find out this step, I'm afraid the relationship is not simple. But, I'm afraid you It's going to be a big disappointment."

Pointing to Gerrard, the old man said: "This kid can't forge for others, and he has passed 20 years now, and he hasn't done anything except polishing refined iron. I wanted to find him for forging before." There are a lot of people, but now, there is no one!"

Listening to the old man's words, the smile on Bering's face remained unchanged.

He looked at Gerald, who was naked from the upper body and was extremely energetic, and said softly: "The sword is hidden in the box, and the light is not exposed. The various skills honed on the iron block are also the way to sharpen the spirit and search up and down."

"In my opinion, Mr. Harold's consciousness has been tempered and tempered, and he is only short of being able to turn the clouds and see the moon, and shine in the sky."

talking.

Bering's finger hooked lightly.

Before that, he had tried countless times in the sea of ​​consciousness, knowing what to do now and what problems to avoid.

The original world's self also mentioned in his diary the "dilemma" Gerrard is currently facing, as well as the conditions and rhythm needed to solve the dilemma.

The future Gerrard said it himself.

Naturally, there is a sufficient degree of credibility.

It can be said that the current Bering is standing on the shoulders of his future self and future Gerald, undoing the noose that has been wrapped around Gerrard's neck for several years in an almost brutal way!

Even if the noose is several months later, he can break free by himself.

Bering just advanced the progress a little bit.

Soon, the gray mist rose up and down along with his movements.

In just a few breaths, the thick mist wrapped around Gerald's body, moving forward along the muscle blocks, all the way down to the sledgehammer in his hand and the refined iron block that had been struck by the sledgehammer.

Seeing this action, Oliver's son's expression changed slightly.

He wanted to get up and shout at Bering, but in the next second, Oliver stopped him.

The old man looked solemnly at the gray mist of Bering, his lips moved a little, as if he wanted to say something.

But in the end, he still didn't say anything, just watched Bering's movements silently.

About three seconds passed.

The mist completely enveloped Gerald's arm and hammer.

Then, Bering's fingers slightly bent.

Soon, as if in response to Bering's movement, something suddenly flew out of the bag and hovered in mid-air.

It was Red Lotus' soul-burning potion. The scarlet liquid flowed in the test tube, like a beautiful datura flower.

Looking at the test tube, Bering flicked it without any hesitation.

Along with his movement, the wall of the test tube cracked slightly, and the red liquid flowed out from the crack, dripping onto Gerald's hammer, like a roaring giant snake tightly wrapped around the hammer and winding upwards!

Under the support of various factors.

Gerrard's movements became a perfect movement composed by the hand of God, and the hammering on the iron block made a "jingle" endless echo.

Every note carries the unique harmonious rhyme of forging, as if the consciousness has been thoroughly kneaded into the process of "forging", and the chapters of the music are progressive.

Under the control of the mist, Gerald's original movements paused slightly.

Soon, as if he sensed something, his expression changed!
It's just that this change of face wasn't because my rhythm was interrupted, but because some elements were added to the original harmonious notes, and the whole movement showed a novel change!

This is a change that Gerald has never seen before. It is the ultimate perfect composition. Just moving along with this rhythm makes people feel that consciousness seems to be filled in the ocean, and the cold sea water flows in it. On the chest, it surged and fell with the relaxation of the muscles.

In the turbulent sea, Gerrard's hammering movements gradually began to speed up.

And Bering's fingers moved gently in the air, trying his best to compose the perfect accompaniment for Gerald.

A moment later.

Bering stopped, smiled and said, "The time has come."

His voice was cadenced in the rising and falling hammer, like sparks bursting and the sound of the hammer was melodious.

"Listen, both of you, to the brilliant and dazzling echoes of the radiant earth fire gushing out from the center."

The voice fell.

Gerrard's hammer suddenly hit the iron block hard!
The sound of "Ding Dong" reverberated throughout the room, like a red dragon cracking the ground and golden gold splashing.

It's just that almost anyone can hear the change in rhythm this time!

It's a tribute to wrought iron!It is the bowing of iron blocks and inorganic objects to the authority of the God of Forging!It is the ultimate sublimation of tempering and forging!

Under the rhythm of this rhythm, all forging will be perfect and there will be no flaws at all!

Amidst the sound of forging, there was a faint crimson phantom flowing in the smoke.

At the same time, flames accompanied this change.

Almost the moment after the sound of "ding dong" ended, the raging and vigorous flame jumped up from the forging platform, burning in the air without any trace of extinguishing!
This group of flames was beating, as if the god of forging in the myth had really come down to the mortal world, leaving a ray of residual flames from the fingertips, burning down in the vigorous scalding!

Look at this flame.

Gerald's expression gradually became richer.

If he was like a piece of material without hammering before, then now he has become a jade with a lustrous luster after thousands of tempers.

Watching the dancing flames, he had a childlike innocent smile on his face.

This smile was glowing red and shining with the reflection of the dancing flames.

"So beautiful……"

Stretching out his hand, Gerrard said softly, "This is, 'Forged Ground Fire'."

"The breath of Hephaestus...!"

At this moment, the flames in Greek mythology and the surging golden fire of the god of forging appeared in the real world bit by bit!

(End of this chapter)