...Perry almost laughed. Is there still business like this? A library can barely be considered a variant of a library. If libraries still favor the poor, then book collections are completely isolated from the lower classes. Because the library does not sell books, the borrowing fees are very expensive. Correspondingly, the library will have books that cannot be found in normal libraries. The value of these books is extraordinary and the borrowing prices are ridiculously high. This kind of place is often visited by gentlemen. After all, they have money and time, and they don't mind being ripped off in order to package themselves as cultured people. These people are very proud. If you don't praise them, why don't you say "all consequences will be borne by the borrower and you will not be responsible at all"? Perry couldn't help but develop a strong interest in this library. With such a big restriction, the books in it should be of good quality...
There are more than a dozen books at home that I brought from my hometown a few years ago. I have read them all to pieces but they haven’t improved much. Do you want to try to contribute it? Exchange it for some points to read it? Glancing at the clock. It was only 9 o'clock at night. The library doesn't close until 11: . Considering that it was only a five-minute walk from home to the library and that he was really pressed for time, Perry took action as soon as he thought, grabbed a few books and prepared to go out. -------- Thanks to: Kerberos, Aozaki Aoko, the Forbidden Quadruple Existence, Qimeng Huajing, Mo Yu Baizhi, scv is ready, what else can I say, Shuke 31534695315, Tota Songstress Ai Mei... the above readers’ blades and rewards~! Special thanks to: Lightning for the generous reward~! Thanks for your support~! ps: There are additional explanations in the summary barrage of the previous unit. Readers who are confused about some of the plots can take a look~ ps2: Jade and Hunter Group are about to have discounts, readers who plan to buy can wait for a while before taking action~ ps3: The blocked chapters/overly deleted chapters of Jade have been dropped into the lurking group, welcome to join the group and pick them up. Chapter 1: Fragments Port of Vien. In the underground dream corridor, a shriveled figure wrapped in a black cloak stood on the table and manipulated bottles and jars. Every time a drop of reagent was poured into the container, a large cloud of steam and white mist would emerge. After countless times of mixing, the figure finally concentrated a small bottle of liquid that was boiling like magma into a pool of fine steel. He picked up a fragment that was placed aside. This was a broken sword fragment, shining coldly under the flickering firelight. Its blade was so sharp that it could even cut through solid leather armor. No one knew what kind of metal it was made of. Pusiangsi held the fragments in her hands, her eyes looking down with a solemn look.
He let go, and the broken sword fragments fell into the pool. As soon as they touched, a large amount of thick black smoke gushed out from the point where it fell. For a moment, it seemed as if the room was on fire, and Pusiangsi was choking and coughing continuously. “Cough cough cough cough—cough cough cough… The power of fire… As expected, that’s why I have such a reaction to the sun…” Holding back the pain, Pusiangsi leaned forward and went directly into the gushing black smoke. She immediately felt her eyes were stung by the smoke, but at the same time she could vaguely see some intermittent fragments of time. He was a big, muscular man. Very, very unkempt... He had no idea how long it had been since he had groomed himself. His hair and beard were all tangled together, and one could even see spider webs in his beard. He is forging. A red-hot furnace, a bellows under foot. She saw a man holding a huge hammer, hammering a very long, very exquisite sword with many gemstones inlaid on the hilt. This sword...Pusions swore that it was already a perfect weapon from the first moment she saw it. It is intact as a whole, but there are some bumps on the blade, and the metal surface is not as smooth as the fragments. There are some signs of corrosion and melting. Recast? "Cough cough cough..." Seeing this was the limit for the time being, she had to step back to let her respiratory system and eyes rest for a while. After dropping a few drops of specially formulated eye drops into her red eyes and resting, Pusangsi continued to delve into the black fog. The recasting continues. The man's skills were extremely skilled. He first let the whole sword fully bathe in high temperature, roasting and beating it, breaking up its structure and making it soft. Then he threw it into the furnace to forge it, further softening the metal. Finally, he calculated the timing of taking it out of the furnace perfectly: when it was taken out, the end of the long strip would even fall down little by little. If it was a minute later, the whole "sword" would melt and flow directly into the furnace. What kind of material is this? Pusiangsi was shocked. She knew nothing about blacksmithing, but at least she knew numbers. The manuscript paper next to it stated the final temperature required to recast the sword - 2900°, which was simply unbelievable to her. The scene in the photo took place in the distant past, at least 200 years ago. More than 200 years ago...the ancient people had mastered the forging furnace that could reach nearly 3000°? And the machine combined with the stove is clearly steam-powered! what does this mean? Many inventions and creations that were initially in the hands of the royal family and granted to others by the royal family...actually existed before the "gap"? With a gloomy face, Pusiangsi was lost in thought as she watched the man beat the originally gorgeous and exquisite sword into smaller and shorter pieces. This thing can no longer be called a long sword. It is more like an extended one-handed sword. The gorgeous but obstructive jewels were removed, the gaudy hollow carvings were smoothed out, and a circle of metal impurities that originally wrapped around the hilt were hammered out. What was finally revealed was a... plain-looking... even mediocre steel sword embryo. Continuing, the man began to refine it.
Sharpen the blade, make the blood groove, find some leather, cut it, and wrap it around the surface of the hilt in circles... Soon, a cross sword with a cold glow was recast. Pursi stared at the sword in silence. What she couldn't figure out was what kind of metal or material this was that made this man set such a terrifying goal of 3000°. And he actually typed it out. It was simple and easy from start to finish, just like a person getting up in the morning and going to the street to have breakfast. There was even a pot of tea boiling on the small stove next to it. After the man finished sword-fighting, he ran away with the teapot. He didn't even care about the sword that Pusi had finally finished sword-fighting, and just left it on the table to gather dust. This sword... Going deeper and deeper into the smoke, Pusangsi suppressed the discomfort and wanted to open her eyes to look at it again. Judging from the process of its birth alone, it can even be described as mediocre. She just assumed that it could withstand a temperature of 2900° - at least, compared with the magical power that its fragments would display in the future, in this era, its performance at this moment was not amazing. What is the reason? The only thing about the sword itself is that it is made of special material and can withstand high temperatures. What is the reason why its reflected light - limited to sunlight - has such terrifying power? It can even slightly interfere with the laws of nature and fuse some souls that should have died... along with their melted bodies? The smoke was unbearable, but Pusiangsi gritted her teeth and persevered. Finally, as if in response to the pain she had endured, another fragment of time intertwined in the smoke. She saw a hand. A white, tender hand that obviously belongs to a young girl. It grasped the hilt of the sword, freeing it from the coil of cloth. Pusance almost put her entire body into the smoke. She couldn't wait to follow the camera. Want to understand. What does the owner of this hand look like? The next moment, her eyes flashed. The pool exploded. The boiling liquid expanded in the high temperature, causing the steel pool to be twisted and deformed. Pusiangsi was blown away by the force of the explosion and rolled three times in a very embarrassing manner. "Ding!"
The broken sword shards swirled down in front of her, blade side down, into the ground. As if mocking her intentions. And show your own strength. "..." Shaking his head, the shrunken figure stood up again. She was not injured. After taking a quick look around the messy laboratory, I was sure that the explosion had destroyed a lot of valuable things. Utensils, books, medicine jars... many of these things were accumulated by her bit by bit and cannot be easily replenished by the outside world. But she thinks it's worth it. "At least I know you are not it." She looked down at the fragments again, and looked visibly relieved. A forgotten memory came flooding back, and even made her shudder, and she was still shaking slightly after that. "Not the sword that...split the world." Chapter 2 Parish Visit Hitzfeld has been extremely busy lately. In addition to accepting some simple reasoning commissions, after careful consideration, she also formally accepted the employment letter sent by Puslint and decided to go to Dream City in her dream once a week to give a public class on ancient Sara language. On the one hand, the accumulation of experience during this period gave her confidence, and on the other hand, she really needed this job to alleviate her current financial difficulties. Once again, she failed to receive money from the commission, and had to feed another big mouth at home. As she refused financial assistance from certain parties, it was obvious that she would have to bear all the consequences herself. As for what kind of financial assistance... Every time he thought of this, Hitzfeld would recall the intimate contact on the platform and feel a headache from the bottom of his heart. At first, a certain black silk detective avoided her and tried not to establish any extra contact with her. However, she wanted to get close to her, care about her, and comfort her based on the position of a friend. Now, the attitudes of both sides have been reversed. She started hiding from the other side and even specifically called Villefort, asking him to "assign as many tasks that require garrisoning as possible to someone else, and not let her come to her again." The intention conveyed by Xia Yibing was indeed clear enough. It was so clear that when she saw the look in her eyes, she could completely understand what she wanted. But... Hitzfeld felt that he was indeed not prepared. She had never experienced anything like it and had no idea what it was exactly. Compared to the faint throbbing and joy, what she felt more was actually fear.
After all, their lives were not stable at all. Wayne's power struggle, the struggle with the Eclipse Church, and the struggle with the evil spirits. Before everything was visibly stable, Hitzfeld felt that she would not consider thinking about this issue in detail. In fact, there are other reasons. But she subconsciously ignored it. She didn't dare to think about it. Anyway...anyway, let's just get along like this for now.