waste wood pharmacist

Chapter 297 Cutting, a natural refiner 3
Chapter 3 Cutting, A Natural Craftsman [-]
An Ran turned around, looking at Fa Liang who was standing by the door frame.

The slender white fingers tightly held the dagger, lifted it up, and put it in the sight of the two.

The color of surprise is hard to calm down
"This, is this what you did?"

A pleasant and pleasant voice sounded, piercing into Fa's ears.

Fa's complexion didn't change much, but his eyes were full of evil spirits, showing a rare calmness.

hoarse low voice sounded

"It's just made with nothing to do"

Hearing these remarks, An Ran parted her lips and smiled, her gaze resting on the long table where all kinds of weapons were displayed.

If you look carefully, you will find that although there are many kinds of nine-section whips, knives, swords, sticks, and sticks, most of them are unfinished and defective products, such as the dagger in An Ran's hand, which is complete. The weapons are only two or two.

Curved eyebrows raised lightly
"Why are they all unfinished and defective products? Don't tell me that it's because of your limited ability that you can't finish them."

In the end, An Ran spoke in a half-joking tone, and looked directly at the man with a rough figure and a hideous face.

Holding the waking powder ball in his arms with one hand, he slowly stroked its fur.

The sound of the dagger being unsheathed just now successfully woke up the powder.

A pair of dark eyes, maybe because he has not woken up yet, his eyes are sleepy.

Rubbing back and forth in An Ran's arms.

He was silent for a while, as if he was thinking about how to answer this question

The hoarse and dull voice sounded slowly

"They're not perfect."

No matter how it sounds like a perfunctory answer, An Ran felt that he really thought so when he said it from Fa's mouth.

not perfect?
Hearing this statement made An Ran say something, or a person.

The powder ball rested in An Ran's arms for a long time before regaining consciousness.

All of a sudden, he jumped out and jumped onto the long table. The light-yellow fur was illuminated by the thin and dense sun-transmitting skylights, making him look extraordinarily energetic.

He stretched out his fat little paws and fiddled with the nearest piece of black iron.

A look of disgust flashed in his eyes.

He took two steps forward, squatted down on the iron block, fell asleep, and was exhausted, so it would be good to sit down and rest.

An Ran looked at the stupid look of the powder, couldn't help but hold her forehead, forced herself to calm down, and walked towards the direction of cutting
"Have you ever heard of the dwarves?"

The tall and rough man on the opposite side didn't seem to expect that An Ran would mention this, and he looked at An Ran for a few seconds.

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"Is it the dwarf that died with the great war in ancient times?"

An Ran nodded, listening to Fa's words, she knew that this man must be clear.

Eyes cast on the weaving door curtain
"The dwarves, they are natural craftsmen. They have pursued the perfection of crafted equipment all their lives. It may be related to their arrogance. I just heard what you said, and I suddenly thought of this amazing race. .I don’t know how much Va knows about them.”

After thinking for a while, he said in a low and hoarse voice

"For refining tools, they are ancestors, and they are worthy of my respect and pursuit throughout my life."

When An Ran heard this, her thoughts changed a few times.cleft lip
"The skillful technique that I saw just now must have been around for a while."

The seemingly inadvertent question brought up the memories of Fa's past.

"I have followed my father to refine equipment since I was eight years old, and now it has been nearly 20 years. I have stayed in the competition field for two years. I have not refined it for some time, but fortunately I have not forgotten it."

When it comes to the competition field, there is not much emotional turmoil, as if the cruel torture of life and death is nothing.

After walking around the small room, he dragged a chair to Dian Tuan and sat down.

Then he slapped the fan who was squatting aside to rest like a monster.

Maybe it was because the meat was too thick, so I didn't even hear a sound, but it was the dissatisfaction of the noodle balls, which was especially obvious in the room.

An Ran smiled, and focused her eyes on Fa again.
"Gnome characters, can you read them?"

Cutting his eyes, he looked a little alienated and indifferent, his voice was hoarse, and he answered An Ran's questions honestly
"Most of them know."

An Ran nodded, casually said
"I got an incomplete book by accident, but I didn't understand the text on it. After asking a lot of people, I found out that it was a dwarf. Let’s have a look, see if it’s useful or not.”

When Fa heard that the book was in dwarf literature and was related to crafting, his eyes, which were originally full of evil and dead, were finally stained with some light.

"it is good"

Hearing the answer, An Ran nodded.Instead, I won't talk about it anymore.

The incomplete book in her mouth was the book that Su handed over to her in the ruins.

It is impossible to be incomplete. Although An Ran knows nothing about crafting, Su has followed the Dwarf King for many years, and that book is his notes, so it must be extremely precious.

What's more, since the fall of the dwarves, although the refining skills have not disappeared, the human's refining skills are not even one percent of that of the dwarves.

The dwarf king cultivated Xiaoqi after a year of retreat.

Although this has a lot to do with the fact that the dwarf king is a rare genius among the dwarves, it also shows the power of the dwarf forging.

It is impossible for human beings to refine weapons, even if they spend 100 years in seclusion.

Things like talent, bestowed by God, cannot be reversed and changed.

If she agreed to Su, she would try her best to find the most suitable owner for the book.

Even if she doesn't understand anything, there is one thing she is transparent about, human nature is greedy.

She should always be more cautious, so as not to live up to Su's entrustment.

"The person you are looking for, I have asked someone to look for it, and I believe there will be an answer within two days."

As soon as An Ran said this, the scars on Fa's face trembled with the twitch of the master's face.

Very scary.

This is 'hate'.

An Ran raised her eyebrows, she couldn't persuade her to do such a thing.

Although Fa did not say why he was looking for this person named Xu Yangde, it is not difficult to guess if he thinks about it differently.

After two years in a place hovering on the verge of death where death is possible at any time, life and death have long been insignificant.

Those who can remember are either loved like bones or hated like bones.

Just by looking at the appearance of this person, it is definitely not the former.

The origin of the hatred, An Ran thinks it might be because of entering the competition field.

As for the place like the arena, one is either framed or kidnapped to enter.

An Ran could only think of one possibility that could make Fa so brooding, wishing to cramp him to the bone.

Betrayed by someone he believed in, and pushed into the abyss with his own hands.

The most heart-piercing pain.

(End of this chapter)