Old Sword Master

Wood took the initiative to wash the smelting crucible with the Tunisian long-handled single chrysanthemum, but even he is very tired now, so he can’t hear what Sazastan is saying.

“Your abilities are too bad. This material is good and good, but after all, you haven’t done the pre-processing properly. You said, how can it be so difficult to find a few suitable assistants? You just took them to get started, they were overworked or died. It is shameful to resign because of fear of overwork.”

“The other thing is that you did not sink your heart and devote all your life, soul, and Willpower. You are talking about you, go to the bathroom, eat, and still have to rest for 5 minutes. The rest time I give you is already very sufficient, but You have to increase again and again, this is the attitude towards career!”

“Do business, learn magic, how can this attitude work?! And your thoughts have to be transformed. Opposing overtime is opposing the gods you believe in. Now it is your God. Your Majesty sent me to smoke you. If you take refuge in the flames Lord, I will give you an extra 5 minutes of rest. Of course, if you can understand as soon as possible that this is not overtime at all but your chance to improve yourself, then go further.”

The dizzy person who was scolded by Sazastan was Liandra. The poor female priest would never make tranquilizers. Wood asked her to organize welfare for the storm followers.

Santalali and Morty have no chance to be reprimanded. The blonde female mage has been in a coma for a long time. Morty is really concerned about the ability of processing tranquilizers, so he clenched his teeth, but his current learning ability is much worse than Santalali. , So “just” work continuously for 24 hours before falling down.

Of course, Wood felt that he had been working continuously for 24 hours. Sazastan said that he gave Morty more than half an hour to rest, which is not considered continuous work.

“Well, very accurate 40%. If you have such good tea in the future, we will continue to work together.” Sazastan scraped off the gel from Wood’s hand with his upper jaw, then returned it a bit with his front teeth and put it back in Wood. In the jar.

Wood couldn’t hear him anymore. He was as strong as Sage’s Sword and was far worse than Demi-God Lich’s fighting ability.

Wood is not sure whether he climbed up (the bed chuáng) or Bassano helped him up (the bed chuáng). I think the probability of the latter should be greater. After only a dozen hours of work, Bassano was expelled from Sazastan. Out of the team, I think he has no effort at all.

Bassano at first is still a little bit angry. He has really been desperate for his old life. How can I separate the tea and pollen so thoroughly?

Can’t half a catty of chrysanthemum have a trace of tea?

Can’t half a catty of tea have a hint of chrysanthemum?

Then you have to pick all the shells that have been ground into powder?

In the end, Bassano could only admit that he was a completely inferior life. Fortunately, other people did the same afterwards, and he felt more comfortable.

Anyway, when Wood regained consciousness, it was already 24 hours later, and he was awakened by Abu ((licktiǎn)tiǎn).

Looking at the bright and intelligent big eyes of the cute pony, Wood smiled sweetly, he slapped one minute horse, and then barely got up.

He saw Santaali and Morty also lying on the ground. Although they hadn’t woken up yet, they both had rich expressions and movements. Santalili was lying on the ground with all four limbs together, while Morty was facing upward with his hands. The virtual grip seems to be holding two flasks, while the arms are trembling and mechanically stiff constantly raising and lowering.

Wood hesitated whether to wake them up.

“Nita?” Wood unexpectedly found that it was Nita who was with him. “Why don’t you burn the fire!”

“It’s okay. Sazastan brought a stove of charcoal brought from the port of Tripoli. It was a gift from Cassano Knight. I am much more comfortable.” Nita said. The official belief of the Duchy of Tripoli, where Sazastan belongs, is the Lord of Fire. His Royal Highness Zastan is really a good-hearted person, but it is a pity that he left so hastily, I can’t thank him well.”

“Okay, okay.” Wood decided not to care about Sazastan.

“I made you strawberry cake.” Nita seemed to be better. “Should I go to wake Liandra? She was just tired, but she slept peacefully.”

Wood found out that Liandra was also lying in the room, but her gray hair was green and blue, and there was a big blue eye on her eyes.

“Dyeing things are arranged?” Wood knew the answer just after asking, and he found that he had received another “Storm Power”.

Just a “power of the storm” can only protect Wood himself in space communication, and there is nothing to do with Three Purities. Although a powerful town-state mage is likely to be able to do it, as a sub-plane mage, even if it is very powerful, It is also very possible to have a limited understanding of the various demons in the universe.

“The woman and the child both got a dyed cloth. Thank you very much, Wood. You can really think what everyone thinks.” The excited Nita said and pointed to her side. There was a piece of cloth hanging there. For the linen that was dyed well, the original light yellow was replaced with light blue. “But is it a bit wasteful? In fact, linen is pretty good.”

That said, Nita said while looking at the blue fabric happily, apparently planning to make new clothes.

However, Wood found that the color was a bit uneven in several places, and a large piece of flax was originally light yellow.

Wood wanted to take a closer look, and Nita immediately said, “Be careful, you can’t touch it now.”

“Oh.” This dyeing is very weak. Wood is sure that it won’t be able to stand up to anything in water or sun. But now is not the time to care about this. Wood asks, “Is there any movement in the communication array?”

“In the morning, I heard a terrible cry, but you said you should ignore it.” Nita was also a little scared now, “I just turned off the array, and the spellcasting materials and tranquilizers I got today are also included. It’s down.”

“Well, it’s right.” Wood nodded, “I’ll go down and have a look, you’re waiting here.”

Wood came to the basement and opened the communication altar again. He heard the voice of “Zhen Guan Zhi Shi” again. The first thing that entered Wood’s ears was Marilyn’s sobbing sob. The sound was very soft, as if a bird was helpless in the cage. And suffer sadly.

Although she can’t be seen, Wood’s heart is slightly tight.

PS: Go out and take the train, update in advance, it may be late in the evening

200th Chapter 61 Marilyn’s Fury

Marilyn’s cries seemed very sad and desperate.

Wood hasn’t heard Marilyn’s cries for a while. He is tired enough to listen to the prayers of various storm believers. Anyway, to meet the needs of the faithful, before collecting the “Power of the Storm”, Wood impossible helped Marilyn, she cried. No matter how miserable, Wood is helpless, so Wood simply refuses to listen.

In fact, Marilyn is not a believer in the storm, and the storm communication array cannot use his own church members as a locator. It is the original intention of the storm communication array to capture heretics, heretic thoughts, fear and desire to return home.

Wood had no choice but to calm down and use her to calm her mind as a member of the Fate Chamber of Commerce, who is also fiercely competing with herself, and also a competitor of plane trading.

Suddenly, Wood heard another brave and bloody voice.

“His Royal Highness Three Purities, why?!” Young Li Yuanfang looked at Three Purities with an angry face, “We disregard life and death regardless of our family members, and abandon everything to fight in the flood, in order to hang the people and save the people from hanging upside down. But what are you doing? Imprisoning (forbidden jìn) beautiful ladies, killing young apprentices, destroying their love, just to satisfy your own selfishness (desire yù)?”

At the commanding height of Mount Tai, in the Hall of Three Purities, Li Yuanfang held a waist knife and glared at the most powerful mage of the entire subplane. Three Purities was staring at an empty bottle in a trance.

Three months ago, Marilyn found an opportunity to persuade a young mage apprentice to listen to her experience, and successfully persuaded others not to listen to Teacher’s instructions, but also to have their own thoughts.