People in the Ark, Dimensional Blacksmith

"It's true, the living can't be suffocated by urine." Lie Hanqing hugged his shoulders, looked at the two chariots and the workshop that Silber parked at the door, but still talked about W: "I once heard from my family teacher that most of the Sarkaz people have no names. Most of their names are inherited from their ancestors, even weapons. But no matter what, the three characters Anonymous cannot be used as names. You never thought of giving her a name first?"

"For things like names, let's wait for her to find one that suits her."

Silber shrugged: "The name, after all, is her own thing and should be decided by herself."

"Oh, there are quite a lot of rules." Lie Hanqing chuckled.

In terms of names, only the Sarkaz people would not care so much, and the opposite attitude is Yan Kingdom, which is relatively close to Kazdel, the country of the Sarkaz people.

Yan Kingdom attaches great importance to the concept of family, so the matter of who is the last name is also very particular to them.

I once wrote a joke in a travel book, that is, a group of Sarkaz people came to find people from the Yan Kingdom, and wanted those old scholars to give them a good name.

At the beginning, the scholars quoted scriptures and found a lot of names from the ancient books of the Yan Kingdom and even the ancient books of Kazdel, but they were all rejected by the Sarkaz people.

The reason is because the Sarkaz people think that these names are not inherited by themselves, and they cannot have them.

So after tossing and tossing for a long time, the scholars finally decided to play badly, and used the most traditional way to name the group of Sarkaz people one by one, such as Ergou, Heidan, and Daya.

I never thought that these names are quite popular. On the one hand, these names are indeed not used by the ancestors, and on the other hand, the Sarkaz people also accepted the explanations of these names by scholars.

——A cheap name is easy to feed.

But to put it this way, it is absolutely impossible for Silber to put this kind of name on W, otherwise he will always think of the one in his hometown that runs to the toilet all day long, and every time he sees it, he always sleeps. Burped rhubarb.

"But to be honest, your place is indeed clean." Lie Hanqing's eyes wandered around, commenting on the abandoned buildings around him: "Moss covers the cracks, maple vines are wrapped in moss, in the eyes of people from my hometown, they can Blow two ancient rhymes."

"Then you move here?" Silber thought about the turmoil in Burgundy during this period, and naturally sent out the invitation: "This place is quite big, and I don't need all of it."

This woman from the film of the Yan Kingdom with the blood of the ancestors shook her tail, and there was a little smile on her face covered with brown hair: "I know what you think, a thousand gold is not sitting on the throne, but it's a pity that I am determined to hang the pot to help the world, How can we avoid the evil and go away?

"Your place is indeed clean, but wouldn't it be like living alone again if you stay here?"

Lie Hanqing glanced at the time, then picked up his medical box and walked out: "Okay, it's almost time, I'll take a step first, and I'll disturb you when it's time to change the medicine tomorrow."

After walking for a few steps, she stopped again, turned around and said to Hilber, "If you think it's troublesome to repair this place, I can ask the foolish brother to come over to help. He is also a Heavenly Civil Engineering Master certified by Dayan, and he works neatly."

Silber rolled his eyes: "Yanguo's civil engineering celestial master has to go through security checks three times and report five times when he leaves the country, so don't bother your brother all the time."

"alright."

The woman waved her hand and walked into the night without looking back.

Seeing her figure gradually disappear, Silber turned his head and stretched fiercely.

I had planned a lot of work today, but the appearance of W really disrupted my itinerary, and I had to worry about this patient in some layouts.

"Then, let's sort out the resting place tonight."

Silber rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the workshop docked outside the door.

Not letting others help repair this place is considered a hobby of Silber.

——Who doesn't like to build tall buildings from the ground with their own hands?And this building is also my own, and I can play freely on it.

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Chapter 59 Fate and Choice

Thanks to the medical skills from the Xuanhu Celestial Master Lie Hanqing and the overly tenacious vitality of the Sarkaz people, W opened his eyes again after only two days of deep sleep.

For a little girl with a sense of crisis, even just someone leaving in front of her can make her feel uneasy, let alone a sudden change in the surrounding environment.

In fact, when W opened her eyes and looked around, everything around her was so strange that she froze in place.

Before falling asleep, what he saw in his eyes were ruins woven by countless spider webs and dust. The sense of desolation and desolation after the fall of civilization seemed to be engraved in his retina, and the bed made of decayed wooden boards was even more like It's a prison bed full of spikes, just lying on it can make people feel extremely uncomfortable.

But now, no matter what you see in front of your eyes or what you feel under your body, everything is completely different. Those dilapidated things have disappeared, and only the humble but prosperous scenes are in sight.

The wall was reinforced with steel bars, and the gray sponge-like pavement with countless rhombuses covered the entire wall. It absorbed all the sound and prevented the noise from outside from being transmitted.

The hospital bed under him has been replaced by a large bed with a certain degree of hardness, but the whole is softer and more comfortable than the previous creation of stacked wooden boards and steel bars. Moreover, as long as W turns his head slightly, he can see the exposed wires at the head of the bed. , these wires have been tied up with nylon buckle ropes, ready to be put into use.

On the bedside table, there are some used up medicine bottles and scraps of herbs, but at the same time, there is also the only object that W knows in the whole room.

—the detonator she had previously buried in the debris pile.

These detonating devices had been completely dismantled by Silber before, but at this moment they were restored as before, and even some customary designs that only W himself would have retained.

W raised his head and looked at the two detonators for a long time, then stretched out his hands tied with needles to take them over, and put them in his arms.

Her eyes looked around, and finally stopped at the door.

The heavy double-layer glass door replaced the original wooden door, and the glass surface was not frosted, which allowed W to see the outside scene clearly.

And outside the house, she saw the man who saved her and was willing to tell her a story. He was wearing a black vest, revealing the muscle lines carved out of marble on his body. The design drawing in white characters seems to be comparing something.

At this time, Silber was busy with the repair work of the radio station. What he didn't expect was that the quality of this public building built decades ago was actually better than the buildings built in Burgundy in recent years. .

Although the level of design has certainly improved considerably over the years, the recent buildings seem to have cut corners in terms of materials.

However, the only buildings that Silber can use for comparison are those that are not in the main urban area, and the current or former Governor Simond's urine obviously does not invest much in the urban areas of the common people.

But it also brought another good news to Silber, that is, the antenna array in the radio station can still be used after repair, which saved him a lot of effort.

At present, all his long-distance transmission functions rely on the ability of the Rubik's Cube itself, and now he has a new way.

Unfortunately

However, Silber's work is not much easier, because except for the main building where the antenna array is located, the entire radio station basically has to be demolished and rebuilt.

After all, no matter the strength of the wall or the various wiring inside, they are completely inconsistent with the ones in Silber's design drawings. It can be said that there is no room for tricks.

Not long after W woke up, Silber also received a reminder from Ark. He turned his head to look in W's direction, then put down his work and decided to just take a rest.

When he came to this specially modified ward, he just opened the glass door, and then leaned against the doorpost and didn't take a few more steps inside.

Even though W might not care about it, Silber still felt that it was somewhat inappropriate to walk inside covered in sweat.

The ventilation fan in the ward quietly increased its speed, making a low hum of the fan turning.

Silber looked at W, who looked much better than the previous few days, and suddenly asked with interest: "Did someone teach you to do those two detonators of yours?"

W looked down at the two detonators in his arms, then shook his head slightly: "No one taught me how to do it."

"That's right." Silber crossed his arms and recalled the internal structure of those devices in his mind: "That's not me talking nonsense, your talent is much better than those guys who are just waiting to die in the military academy.

"In my original class, there were quite a few people who could not make a simple staff after receiving all the tutorials. I really don't know what they learned in the first place."

W twisted his arm, and leaned the two devices closer to his eyes: "It's very broken."

"what do you mean?"

"These." W held up the device in his hand: "They are very broken."

Silber tilted his head: "Why do you say that?"

"Because these are only made by me." W looked at these devices and said softly: "I have seen these things made by other people before, and they are more complete, effective and beautiful than mine."

The craftsman laughed dumbly: "Looking good... For tools, aesthetics is not an important thing, or to evaluate whether a tool is useful, aesthetics is the only item that will not be included in the score.

"As long as something is good enough, no matter how funny and rough its appearance is, it will be endowed with another meaning. For example, these two little things in your hands now, they should not be said to be broken, but should be waste with pure flavor. earthy style."

In terms of wasteland style, Silber has an absolute right to speak, just like what I said before, all practical craftsmen are qualified trash guys.

For them, the pattern engraved on the exterior, or any cool design, is not important.

Only performance is the first element that craftsmen pursue. As long as the performance is in place, they can do it with electronic components and motherboards in shoe boxes.

"Also, don't underestimate yourself, little guy." Silber raised two fingers and made a trajectory in the air: "Your design is by no means a defective product, and it is also quite effective. Two different triggers The system can catch the person who disarms the device by surprise, and the internal double-trigger trigger ensures that once the process is triggered, it is impossible to suspend it.

"The key is that you use a lot of waste to construct such a design, and use a lot of defective products to build the most stable system. Such an ability is a bit humble to say that it is excellent."

Silber was full of praise for W's design and gave great affirmation: "If the blonde girl who came to me before was wearing the explosive vest designed by you, then today is her last day." It's seven days."

W blinked, and then half-muttered: "But when you take it apart, it feels as easy as taking apart a hamburger."

Silber smiled: "Then you definitely can't use me as a comparison."

When he said this, W could read something from his expression, as if he wanted to show off, but knew that the road ahead was long and he had only taken a few steps, but he just wanted to be complacent The same sense of contradiction.

But among them, there is only one emotion that is so firm, like a well-sharpened knife, as if it can even split the light of the scorching sun.

It was a kind of self-confidence, a kind of high-spirited self-confidence.

"Do you want to learn?"

Silber asked, "Do you want to make something more effective, reliable, and complete than all the creations you have seen before?"

"Can I?" W asked subconsciously.

"Why not? Do you think it's fate?"

Silber stood up straight and his tone became serious: "Fate is such an ethereal thing, it can be said to be a mediocre box that allows them to throw everything they encounter into it.

"So they don't believe in effort, they don't believe in humanity, and they don't believe in miracles."

He looked at W, and his steady voice was like a heavy hammer hitting an iron felt, powerful and able to leave a mark:

"The so-called fate does not depend on luck or the rootlessness of prophecy, but should be the future forged after we make choices again and again and drop the hammer again and again."

With a slight breeze blowing, W suddenly noticed that the sunlight behind Silber seemed to be a little dim, but when she looked closely, she found that it was not covered by clouds

cast a shadow over the sky.

It was a huge steel creation coming behind him, it was the light emitted by the crystallization of industry that blocked the sun, and it was the bearings and gears driven by the cylinder, playing a magnificent symphony.

"Can I do it too?" She said dazedly.

Silber smiled and said:

"On this road, the only limitation is yourself."

W's lips squirmed, she had never felt her heart beating so powerfully and fast, and she had never felt that everything in front of her eyes was so bright and clear.

The flames of war from that distant hometown have stirred up countless haze and dust, covering the eyes of all Sarkaz people.

Fighting is the so-called fate in the blood, this is what W has heard countless times in the past.

But now, like the shackles being smashed by a hammer, she seemed to see another possibility.

"Even if I'm a Sarkaz?" she said, "Even if I'm an infected?"