Alien world

Chapter 1501 135. Martin's Thoughts

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A huge pile of paper flew all over the sky and hit the evil intruder.

Michael screamed, cried, tore his hair, spun around, and threw everything at the intruder. When he was knocked down by the floor, he crawled back, moving flower pots and grabbing trash cans, just to stop the intruder.

"No! No! Someone save me!!!"

Annan stopped and said helplessly: "Don't be like this, I just came to ask a few questions..."

"You ask me if I can do it after you ask me!"

"Yeah, isn't that a question?"

"If I say I can't, you let me overcome the difficulties. If I say I can, you allocate funds."

Annan was proud of it: "Where else have you seen an employer as generous as me?"

"Thank you for your consideration, but I am just a small 4th level wizard..."

Annan clenched his fists and cheered him up: "Believe in yourself, you can do it!"

"Let me go please……"

Seeing Michael looking haggard, Annan consoled him, "Don't worry, the first-year students will graduate soon. I'll let you choose first then."

"Really?"

Michael's eyes lit up.

Annan finally understood that Michael had been playing the victim since he came.

"You get up first. If the apprentice sees you, what will he think?"

Fortunately, Evelyn was not there, otherwise her notes would have added another entry: "After Annan walked in, screaming, crying, and begging for mercy were heard in the room."

"I won't get up unless you agree!"

"Okay, I'll let you choose first."

Annan did some calculations and found that the first batch of graduating alchemy apprentices was about 160 people.

The Mage Tower is divided into one third, and the Mushroom House is divided into two thirds - it is mainly based on the Mage Tower theory, and they are all built around the Mage Tower. The only temple rune that can raise the strength of the Free City is measured in years.

Mushroom House is more down-to-earth. The prototype developed on the same day can be funded and put into production the next day.

It's not impossible to let Michael choose first, but we have to give more to the Mage Tower.

Dumbledore was not in a hurry. The six-armed snake demon had not believed it, and he was leading the team to study the problem of improving the energy storage of magic runes.

If this problem can be solved, not only will the endurance of the golem be improved, but it can also be used on the magic train.

Michael climbed up. Although he was pretending, his weakness was real, as if he had just been raped by all the succubi in Liberty City.

"Didn't I give you a few days off a while ago? Didn't you take advantage of it to have a good rest?"

"I didn't rest."

"why?"

Michael's messy hair revealed a pair of bloodshot eyes: "As soon as I walked out of the mushroom house, I saw you shouting in front of me to hurry up. As soon as I got home and lay on the bed, I heard you banging on the door, asking me to go to work."

Annan has become Michael's nightmare.

"You know I won't do that..." Annan said with a guilty conscience, "You can take a few days off while you're picking people."

Although I did push Michael too hard in the past two years...

"Forget it. I'm used to this kind of busyness. What do you want from me?"

Annan readily responded: "I want to ask, how difficult is it to make a prosthetic limb that can move freely?"

"Shouldn't this kind of question be asked to Mr. Dumbledore?"

"I came here to ask him, but I saw you first..." Annan shrugged, and then the things that happened before happened.

Michael waved his hands, not wanting to waste any more effort: "Do what you should do, and I should do what I should do."

It's really sad. How did the melee mage who used to fight with a staff with horns become like this?

As soon as Annan left, Michael changed his expression, humming the song from the competition two days ago and smoothing his messy long hair.

There was a knock on the door, and as Michael said "Come in", his assistant pushed the door open and came in with a basket.

"Master Michael, Lord Annan asked me to give these things to you."

Michael glanced at the bottles and jars in the basket, all of which were potions that improved concentration and enhanced meditation.

But they are all high-end goods.

After all, it would be useless for Annan, a warlock with no talent, no hard work, and only working for a few days and resting for a few days, to reach level 8 in three years without some good stuff.

Michael's face, which was sagging due to his weight loss, twitched and a snort came out of his nose.

"He still remembers the hero."

Only a few people knew that Annan had been to the Mushroom House, but some rumors spread.

There are also some slanders against Annan: saying that Annan is a succubus.

It's not the succubus in the popular sense that drains your flesh, but Annan will drain your spirit.

Evidence? When has the chimney of the blacksmith shop ever stopped smoking? When has the light on the second floor of the mushroom house ever gone out?
There is no way. How can you expect to surpass others who have accumulated hundreds or thousands of years in just a few decades?
You can only put in more effort.

The sand of development falls on people like a heavy mountain.

……

While Annan was running around looking for Dumbledore, the princess was still looking for Annan in the garden.

Dad was watering the oak saplings and was surprised to see the princess coming alone. She was relieved when she found Lilith following behind her.

He continued to mind his own business, only observing the princess out of the corner of his eye.

She knew a little about the princess' story. Druids also admired those who devoted themselves to the tribe. Her recovery was a good thing.

The princess passed Dad and went on, and met Martin, who was sitting under an apple tree with apples laden above him.

It is spring-like all year round in Liberty City, and the first batch of off-season vegetables will soon be ripe.

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A bright red apple fell from the tree and hit Martin on the head, then rolled a few times on the grass.

Martin's eyes were full of stars. He held his head for a long time before he picked up the apple, held it in his hands, and looked up blankly.

He was wondering why apples fell to the ground instead of falling to the sky?
The gods created the world. If they are gone, what keeps the world going?
Martin took the apple and went all the way home without even noticing the princess.

The young son was sitting in a rocking chair converted into a cradle. He saw the apple in Martin's hand and stretched out his little hand.

"I'm going to wash the apples."

Even Martin has a little bit of fatherly love.

“Waaaaaah——” But the son did not appreciate it. He cried and called his mother who was busy in the kitchen.

The mother coaxed her son while Martin drew water from the jar and then stood there in a daze.

I saw the apple that had just hit my head spinning in the water, up and down.

Why do apples float on the water instead of falling into it?
Martin reached out and pressed the apple into the water, then released his hand and the apple floated up again.

Since the apple is lighter than the water, the water is on top.

He scooped up some water again and poured it upwards, watching it fall.

Since water is heavier than air, the water is at the bottom.

He threw the apple back into the bowl and watched it rise and fall.

Because the apple is heavier than air and lighter than water, it floats on the water.

So what is lighter than air?

After giving the washed apples to her son, the wife went back to the kitchen to continue her work.

Martin stared blankly at the smoke rising from the chimney, and suddenly he had the answer.

Smoke is heavier than air!
(End of this chapter)