Chapter 690 Substitute Puppet

Prome Alchemy Shop.

There was no need to ship anything today. The alchemy shop was already very deserted, and as it was approaching evening, no one came to the door.

David simply left the counter and came to the experimental table where metal materials were placed. He held a meteorite in one hand and a star iron in the other. He planned to improve the material of the Tang knife and add cold materials before closing the shop at nightfall. Look. Can Tang Dao have the effect of frost?

The blending method is much slower than enchanting. But the advantage is that it is stable and has a high chance of producing special effects from materials, and the upper limit is higher than that of enchantment.

David melted the materials bit by bit, and his mixing gestures changed from time to time, as if there was an invisible thread pulling the various materials to dance in the flames, full of wonderful meanings.

Time passed slowly, and when a ray of starlight flashed from the streamlined blade, David's eyes lit up.

"It's done!"

David looked at the starry Tang Dao in his hand, his expression brightened, and he lightly swiped at the trial stone in the distance, and a violent cold air burst out.

There was a scratch on the trial stone, but it was only a very superficial scratch. Judging from the depth of the mark, the sharpness had not yet reached the entry-level standard.

However, it is worth mentioning that a line of white frost is densely distributed near the scratches. This means that this weapon has cold properties as David thought.

"Now that special effects can be attached, the next step is to officially enter the level!" David was thinking proudly.

But the next second, his smile stopped.

The Tang Dao suddenly fell apart in his hand, shattering into pieces of rotten iron and falling to the ground, creating a white chill.

David was stunned for a long time before he accepted the fact dejectedly: "Alas, we failed again."

David knelt down and wanted to see what was wrong with these broken pieces of iron. Why did they suddenly fall apart?

"What's going on?" David put on his goggles, adjusted the thick lenses into convex lenses, and carefully observed the lines on the scraped iron: "There's nothing wrong with it. Could it be that the materials collide?"

While David was muttering, a quiet voice suddenly sounded from the front desk.

"The materials are not incompatible with each other, but the cold nature is somewhat excessive."

The sudden voice made David raise his head suddenly. Angel, dressed in a black gentleman's attire, appeared in the store at some point. Now he was sitting at the table in the center of the store, looking at the scraps of iron under David's body.

"Angel, why are you here suddenly?" David's expression was happy at first, and then he suddenly thought of the broken metal under his feet, and he felt a little embarrassed: "I'm telling you a joke, I'll give it an experiment. Somehow it broke..."

Angel glanced at the scraps of frosty white steam on the ground, and said to David: "Meteorite, star iron and winter cold sand are three cold materials fused together. Although it can They complement each other, but the cold nature is too strong and the main material is too loose, so it will fall apart. "

David wondered: "You mean the coldness is too strong and I added too many coldness materials. Do I need to cut them down?"

Angel: "You can choose this way, but the effect may be greatly reduced. There is a question mark as to whether there will be a frost effect in the end."

"Then how should I solve it? Should I change the main material? The three cold-type auxiliary materials are all non-grade. My main material is also non-grade. They should be relatively matched."

"The solution is very simple. Extend the melting time. Firstly, it will solidify part of the coldness, and secondly, it will make the main material tighter."

The solution Angel gave made David a little confused: "Is it that simple?"

"It's that simple."

David carefully recalled the previous refining situation, and it seemed that when he was melting it, it was indeed not too long, and it was just based on the ordinary Tang Dao melting time. He simulated the situation of extended thermal melting in his mind and felt that this method should be feasible.

Thinking of this, David showed gratitude to Angel.

"I see, it was just this small mistake that caused the entire collapse... Hey, how did you know that I used these materials and that the heat was not melted enough? Did you enter the store when I started refining? You Why didn't you call me?" David asked curiously.

Angel shook his head: "I just came."

"I just came here, so why did you find the loophole in my refining..." Halfway through David's words, he suddenly remembered something and looked into Angel's eyes.

His blue eyes were like the clear sky.

"There is energy residue in your eyes. Have you learned the Eye of Narda?!" David asked in surprise.

Seeing Angel nod, David rubbed his temples: "No wonder you saw through it at a glance... However, the alchemy eye requires so much knowledge, and you actually learned it?! I started it so many years before you, I guess I can't even You don’t have even one tenth of your background, I’ve been living like a dog these years!”

David was a little discouraged. Every time he faced Angel, he felt like a retard.

David depressedly picked up the debris on the ground, and in the process of cleaning up, he was also adjusting his mood. When the ground was clean and tidy, he regained his composure, took off his goggles, and sat across from Angel.

"Your reputation has grown recently, and many apprentices have come to me to find you, hoping to customize weapons from you. There are even formal wizards who send apprentices to me to ask if they can ask you to refine alchemical illusions." David paused: "But I can't contact you. As for those who want alchemical illusions, I will tell them about the auction of the Ancient River Beach."

"From this point of view, I feel that my alchemical illusion should not be unsold." Angel touched his chin, remembering that he had talked to Spivey about the matter of the Ancient River Beach not long ago, just worried that it might be unsold.

David: "It will definitely not be unsold. I estimate that the final price will be very scary. After all, Lady Greya created the magic with the help of your alchemical illusion."

"Lady Greya's creation of magic has little to do with my alchemical illusion." Angel explained a little.

David understood and said, "I guess so, but it's spread among apprentices. It's impossible to think about it. If wizards can create spells, then can't we mass-produce true wizards? If that's the case, you probably wouldn't be sitting across from me. You would have been caught as a treasure."

Angel smiled and didn't respond. David actually got to the point. Although the mysterious figurative object is not as effective as he said, if someone really finds out about it, he will probably be caught.

"You are still in the spotlight, how do you have time to come to me?" David asked curiously, "If you have something to say, you can send me a message and I will find you. If you come here, you may be noticed."

Angel showed the bracelet on his hand: "With this, not many people notice me."

"I came to you because I want to ask you something."

David looked at Angel, waiting for Angel's words.

"Have you heard of substitute puppets?" There was a hint of strange emotion in Angel's voice.

David thought for a moment and nodded, "I know, it's a disposable alchemy puppet. I heard it's a special kind of biological alchemy, made from living things. It sounds a bit cruel, but the objects of alchemy are basically guilty people, so it doesn't matter."

"Why did you suddenly think of asking this? What you asked me about is the substitute puppet?"

Angel shook his head: "No, I just want to know where we gather those people who are refined into substitute puppets in the Savage Cave and inject their blood?"

"I don't know what you mean, but if you mean a place that specifically injects one-time blood into those 'sinners', there shouldn't be one." David looked at Angel in confusion, not knowing what Angel wanted to do.

"Is there no such concentration?"

"Of course there is no such concentration. Think about it carefully. Why design a concentration for such a small matter?" David said.

Seeing Angel's face slowly sinking, David asked curiously: "Why do you suddenly care about this?"

Angel was silent for a long time, and then he said: "A friend of mine... was taken there."

"Your friend? A guilty person?"

"Guilty?" A figure flashed through Angel's mind: "Maybe, not being able to choose to be born is a sin."

David didn't understand what Angel meant, but he didn't choose to continue asking, but gave a suggestion: "Is he a good friend of yours?"

Angel sighed lightly: "He once helped me a little, although I have returned the favor. But now he is about to be refined into a substitute puppet, I am still a little worried, I just want to see if there is any room for easing the cheek."

Helped you? David thought for a while, and seemed to think of someone.

"Are you talking about...Baruba?"

"You know too?"

"I don't know, but when I was chatting with Sairum before, I talked about Baruba. It is said that he once saved your life from a killer." David said.

"Yes, I'm talking about him."

In fact, Angel knew from the beginning that Baruba would be refined into a substitute puppet in the end. He also lamented that Baruba had a bad fate, but after all, they were not close or distant. Since he repaid Baruba's favor, he did not continue to pay attention to Baruba's affairs.

But when Spivey suddenly told him that Flora hoped that he could personally help her refine Baruba into a substitute puppet, Angel's mood suddenly floated over some haze.

For Spivey, Flora and others, this was just a trivial matter, but he made Angel very entangled.

Probably the feeling of grief for the fox when the rabbit died.

Baruba was just a hybrid of the alien barbarian and the local human race, but Jon was a real alien. Baruba's fate may be Jon's future fate.

With such a mood, Angel's mood has been a little low since Spivey left.

Moreover, he only knew the result of Baluba in the past, but when he really had to control the result, he actually found himself a little hesitant. Especially, Baluba had saved him before.

Even if the favor has been repaid, the favor is actually unforgettable.

After hesitating for a long time, Angel decided to go to Baluba first. He didn't know what to do with Baluba, but instead of letting his heart continue to be uneasy, it is better to face him.