Main Text Volume Chapter 305 Prometheus's Gift

After sending Bais away, Angel returned to the living room and found that Nausicaa, Salum and David were chatting very enthusiastically, and laughter kept escaping from their mouths. After Angel entered the room, Salum smiled suspiciously at him, and even Nausicaa, who was always meticulous in her words and deeds, smiled faintly.

Angel listened closer and found that David was telling them about the glorious deeds of the "Milk Baron".

"Angel, why did you choose such a name?"

——You take care of me!

"Angel, what is your relationship with Saka?"

——Enemy relationship!

"Angel, why did you kill the parasitic mother?"

——Because she deserves to die!

David was a very well-rounded person. It was obviously the first time we met, but the conversation was lively. However, the embarrassing thing of betraying him made Sarum and Nausicaa look at him differently. This kind of behavior is really shameful! !

When Salum also left, he secretly said: "Angel, how come you have such interesting friends? You should have introduced them to us a long time ago!"

Salum left with his front foot, and Nausicaa also followed with her back foot. Before leaving, he patted Angel on the shoulder and sighed: "You... have made such a big noise. I really hope that we can grow up to be your backing one day sooner."

Watching his two close friends leave, Angel remembered that what Salum said before leaving actually did not match his expression. He was relaxed when he asked, but his expression was lost.

Angel understood their feelings, but he couldn't stop and wait. The journey of a wizard is long, and the only stop is the moment of death.

When he returned to the living room, David was still winking and grinning at him, and Promi came over: "Have you reached an agreement with Bais?"

Angel nodded, "It's settled. Baith is indeed worthy of being called a genius in the world. I don't know his true strength, but his strong character and exquisite adaptability are indeed beyond my reach. From the insight into people's hearts, Basically, he is a born wizard."

Promi also nodded: "I knew he would see it."

"Then you still want me to cooperate with you in this play?"

"This is not a conflict. I am just telling him the fact that the weapon he wants to refine is indeed very difficult. He only needs to accept this information. We are acting to make him show the greatest sincerity ." Promi said with a smile: "A person with a clear mind like him likes the pleasure of having full control of the overall situation. Our acting is actually to respect his IQ. "

Promi said earnestly: "Don't think too much, just get the benefits."

Angel glanced sideways at Promi, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: Sure enough, no one should be underestimated. Promi is also a mature man. The reason why Baisi waited until he was alone to point out the message was actually because he could see Promi's thoughts. Already? Sure enough, they are all old foxes. He is just a little white rabbit, sandwiched obediently.

Promi didn't ask what information Angel had obtained. He just pointed it out, and his thoughts were as clear-cut as Baisi's.

Angel sat back on the sofa, took out the silver revolver from his arms and placed it on the table.

When Promi saw this silver revolver, his eyes suddenly burst into surprise, and he even stuttered a little when he spoke: "This is..."

"The revolver that marks the prelude to death."

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After Promi left, Angel let out a long yawn. He had been working for nearly thirty hours and was already exhausted. When Angel returned to the bedroom to rest, he found that Toby had woken up, sitting on his little bed, playing with a small soft bag.

Although its injuries have improved a lot, it has been very sleepy these days because of too much blood loss. It was the first time for me to play so happily.

Angel got closer and wanted to smooth its fur, but found that what Toby was playing with was... a space soft bag.

After asking with doubts, Toby gestured lazily and said that Promi had left it behind.

Angel used his spiritual tentacles to explore and found that there were dozens of books in the space soft bag.

After crushing it, I saw that most of these books were books about alchemical blending. Although Angel also had these books, the classic cases and Promi's personal footnotes in the books were far superior to these books. Something more precious.

The book at the bottom of the book was the most special coverless book. Angel turned the first page and was stunned.

"Prome's Alchemical Notes".

This is an alchemist's most precious self-narrative notes. Angel also has his own alchemy notebook, which records his personal thoughts and experiences since he refined his first work.

Promi actually gave him such a precious thing?

Angel flipped through a few pages quickly. From the immature writing and thinking at the beginning to the more familiar operations later on, Angel seemed to have followed Prome through an alchemical journey from shallow to deep.

It wasn't until the last page that Angel saw a sentence from Promi:

"Angel, thank you for your help. If I give you the magic crystal, I'm sure you won't want it. Just take these things that are of no use to me as a thank you gift. - I hope I can look up to you like you at the foot of the Alchemy Mountain."

"Useless thing?" Angel shook his head and smiled. To Promi, it was indeed useless. But this is a priceless treasure for Angel.

As Promi said, if he had handed him the magic crystal, he would really return it. But this was what Prome gave away. He originally wanted to use the silver revolver to settle his life-saving debt.

But now, perhaps the favor has been repaid, but the favor has become heavier.

Probably, this is what Prometheus wants.

"Sure enough, he is an old fox." Angel sighed again, and then threw himself heavily on the bed, "I can't bear to refuse!"

When he woke up, it was already the next morning.

Today is the sixth day of the second half of the month of the month of rest, and there are still 11 days to the month of harvest (August). The current balance on his card is less than 2,000 magic crystals. Even if Bais's customized weapons are delivered in two days, it will be less than 20,000 magic crystals. It is still difficult to reach 100,000 magic crystals.

However, Angel did not worry too much. He had a lot of things that could be exchanged for magic crystals. If it didn't work, he would sell the fragmented mayfly, and 100,000 magic crystals would be enough.

But Angel did not plan to sell the fragmented mayfly until the last step.

Angel went to the basement to work harder to refine Bais's customized weapons, and then he had another plan. If that plan succeeds, he can earn a hundred thousand magic crystals without relying on the fragments of mayflies!

Before going to the basement, Angel opened the curtains and looked out. There were fewer people guarding outside, but there were still a few, and their eyes looked at his villa from time to time.

These were ordinary people. Angel guessed that they should be the eyes of some wizard apprentices.

It was really arrogant to put eyes in front of his house so ostentatiously. Angel pulled down the curtains unhappily. When he sent Prome away yesterday, he deliberately stood at the door for a long time, but the group of people just didn't come to find him.

He wanted to post a sign on his forehead: Take the order! Alchemy take the order! The master is here, don't wait!

He was also going to cheat a few more local tyrants like Bais. However, no one came to contact him.

Since it's not for alchemy, why are you guarding his door? Be a doorman?

Angel returned to the underground laboratory with an unhappy mood.

This time, he still planned to use the revolver as the main weapon for Bais, but when choosing the materials, he changed several materials that increase heat resistance and stability. Because Bais mainly wants to attack in groups, the power must be the highest, and heat resistance must obviously be ranked first.

After changing the materials, the final refining results are also different.

One day later, when the sky was covered with layers of black clouds again, the 8th Apprentice Town once again became the focus of attention. Even senior apprentices living in the Tree Spirit Court ran over on purpose.

At this time, Angel was admiring the new finished product.

Unlike "Reincarnation" - "Reincarnation" is the name Prometheus gave to the silver revolver - this is a bronze revolver. The gun is made in the same way as "Reincarnation", but the engraved pattern is not so delicate. It is just polished casually and the grid pattern is deepened at the butt.

If it weren't for the gun holder not slipping, Angel wouldn't even want to make a grid pattern.

Anyway, as long as the effect is not discounted, in order to save time, Angel was too lazy to consider the aesthetics.

Without engravings, the bronze revolver is still very beautiful. At least in Angel's opinion, it is a kind of low-key luxury.

After refining, Angel heard a knock on the door before he warmed up his hands.

Angel came back from the basement and yawned and looked outside. As he expected, because of another strange omen, more and more people were hanging out outside.

"This strange omen is really annoying. Can I really only go to the wilderness to make alchemy in the future?" Angel muttered while opening the door and came to the yard.

His appearance attracted the attention of many people. This time, they were no longer watching coldly, but actively approached.

Seeing this, Angel snorted. Yesterday he stood at the door and wanted to take the order. If you don't come, don't talk now! Yesterday's me is not today's me!

Angel only focused on the door of the yard at this time. Who knocked on the door just now? If you want to ask him to do alchemy, don't ask unless it's a big order of over 50,000. Angel was already thinking about how to refuse coldly, but he found that the person standing at the gate of the courtyard was Bais.

Today's Bais is no longer the plain gray robe like yesterday, but wearing a flamboyant fiery red exquisite windbreaker, white gold-rimmed trousers, and even his hair is combed by him, which is very consistent with his aggressive appearance.

Angel opened the door, and Bais smiled at him: "I came here following the strange omen, has Mr. Pat succeeded in refining?"

This question embarrassed him... He just said it was difficult to refine, but it came out the next day. Isn't this a slap in the face?

"Uh, almost." Angel answered vaguely while welcoming Bais in.

"Even the strange omen is exactly the same, it seems that Mr. Pat is very good at refining." Bais said with a half-smile.