The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 400 Craftsman
We may tell stories about craftsmen, but certainly not now.

Anyway, as long as everyone knows that this is a thief who is not liked by others, and it can even be said that he is completely arbitrary.

And at this moment, what is this independent person doing?

It was obvious, just by looking at those seething furnaces, that he was building something.

But this is only the surface.

If you don't pay attention to the magnificent scene in the sky, but carefully glance at the [craftsman] next to the hydraulic machine, you can find that there is a jug of wine beside this guy, which is the kind of very retro and old-fashioned wine Jug, completely inconsistent with his age, and next to the wine jug, there is a small audio device, which once appeared in a certain plane in the mid-20s, and it also has a familiar name called ' MP3'. A headphone cable is connected to this 'mp3', and the other end is stuffed into [craftsman]'s ear.

Uh, yes, while he was building the most sophisticated instrument in the universe, he was drinking, dazed, and listening to music.

Although he knows that work is work and leisure is leisure, but according to his own reasoning, as long as he listens to music and drinks and does not delay work, then there is no problem.

No matter how unreliable you think this kind of words are, but since it comes from the mouth of the craftsman, it is reliable, and you don't have to be stubborn with him, because you can't be stubborn with him, if you dare to do it, then the [craftsman] will definitely follow You do it, no matter who you are, and most importantly, you can't beat him.

What?You said that such a dead-headed person should set up a game to plot against him?

Come on, back then, Ziliang and Chen Xiao didn't count together [Craftsman], don't believe it, it feels like no matter how smart a person is, it is impossible to count a Chinese cabbage.

A craftsman has his own set of theories about everything. If you talk about the hype, he can't fall into your trap, because he doesn't pay attention to you at all.

This is 【Craftsman】, now, does everyone have a more intuitive feeling about his 'unlikeable'?
So, without further ado, just when [Craftsman] was drinking wine and immersed in singing.

"Hello"

A voice came.

Through the music, the craftsman also heard this greeting, so he took off his earphones and turned his head to look behind him.

Not far away, stood a 50-year-old uncle, wearing an old brown robe, a pair of flip-flops, and his hair was very long, tied behind his head in a particularly sloppy way.

It may be because his face has a feeling of mixed oriental and European blood, so this uncle's face looks very resolute and sharp-edged, but there is an obvious sense of dissatisfaction in those sleepy eyes. Responsible taste.

The craftsman just glanced at it lightly, then turned around, showing no intention of continuing to talk to this guy, and even left a sentence: "I won't take orders today."

"Oh, I'm not here to place an order." The uncle said with a little embarrassment: "Actually, I'm here to talk about things."

"I'm listening to music, I don't want to talk about it." The craftsman said neatly, and put on the earphones again.

Hmm. Obviously, if he said he didn't want to talk about it, then he definitely wouldn't talk about it.

But at this time, the uncle seemed very happy, and said incoherently: "Finally caught up, so now"

Well, that's all he said.

Well, the craftsman ignored him at all and continued with his own business.
The pot of wine seems to be endless, and the songs in the MP3 don't know if there is no upper limit, or it is repeated, and the plane of [Factory] has no distinction between day and night, so I don't know how long it has passed.
Satisfied, the craftsman finally put the lid on the wine jug and took off the earphones.

That is at this very moment.
"Phew - I finally caught up, so now that you've finished listening, can we talk about it?" The uncle's voice came again.

The craftsman was taken aback for a moment, then turned his head: "You haven't left yet?"

"Huh? I just came"

The artisan frowned.

The uncle seemed to realize something immediately, and smiled awkwardly: "Ah, it seems to be messed up again, wait a minute. Well, this meeting should be able to match, ahem, hello, you must be [craftsman] , first time meeting, I came here to ask you for a favor."

".Who are you?" The craftsman still frowned, looking at the uncle who spoke in a mess.

"Oh? Haven't I introduced myself yet?" The uncle was stunned: "Ahahaha——I'm really rude, oh, my name is 'Saito Kagetsu', please take care of me." He said, and he bowed in a serious manner .

The craftsman was silent for a while. You may not believe it, but the craftsman is still very kind-hearted. He even has the almost extinct quality of 'helping others', but he also often rejects others.

Anyway, just try to understand this character.

So. "What help?" he asked.

"Oh, it's nothing, I just want to ask you to make me a [Eternal Life Coffin] tracker. That's all."

The voice just fell!

"Omm——" there was a soft sound.

The voice came from outside the sky, and when the streamer arrived, it pierced through the thick clouds almost instantly, and went straight to the craftsman. Of course, the streamer didn't intend to attack the craftsman, but suddenly and quietly hovered beside him.

And that streamer is a needle, about the length of a forearm, and at the thickest part, there is only an iron needle the thickness of a thumb. If you haven't seen the moment it pierces the clouds, there Quietly hovering beside the craftsman, this kind of movement and movement is inconsistent. Maybe you walk past it without even looking at it.

"Why do you need a tracker?" The craftsman continued to ask indifferently, but at this moment, the surrounding pressure had gathered along with the needle.

"Haha——er, of course I want to track down [Sin], you know, [Eternal Life Coffin] is in the hands of that guy now."

"I don't care what you are?" The craftsman suddenly interrupted Uncle Huayue: "I don't want to help you, so please leave."

"Oh? Can't you? That... can you think about it again." Uncle Huayue seemed to want to try again.

"No." The craftsman's tone was still calm and firm: "Please leave here now, otherwise, I will kill you."

"Uh, don't be so unfeeling, I think, we can"

"Pfft!" sounded.

The long needle flickered instantly, and went straight through Uncle Huayue's brow, leaving only a small hole that hadn't had time to ooze blood.
(End of this chapter)