Ultimate Assassin System

Chapter 584: Calculating and Being Calculated

At this time, the craftsman was at the warehouse. .

"What did you say! Say it again...the crystal mine was taken away?"

Roaring and blushing, Matthewman didn't know where the courage came from. He grabbed the shirt of the Beihuang man who managed the warehouse materials. His beard was trembling and he was spitting. "Damn it! What did I say yesterday! Obviously You’ve already booked it, how can you let someone else take it away? You, you, you**..."

A series of face-to-face roars made the big man in the Northern Wilderness completely dumbfounded. Seeing that Matthewman, who was usually obedient, humble and respectful to him, but now suddenly went berserk and his hair and hair grew wild, he could not recover for a moment.

What's going on?

The big man in Beihuang didn't know that Matthewman was angry, but he also had reason to be angry.

Mathewman had already inquired yesterday, and it was indeed a certainty that Laurent would be promoted to regional director. Therefore, from yesterday to now, Matthewman's attitude towards Tang En's experiment is very positive. All he wants is to show his value as much as possible in order to gain Tang En's protection.

But now, if he can't even get the experimental materials he promised in advance, what will the other party think? Will you still help him...

The more I think about it, the angrier I get, and the angrier I get! Matthewman now wished he could eat the big man in the Northern Wilderness in front of him alive. Of course, before that, he still needed an answer... Barely suppressing his anger, he asked angrily: "Where are those crystal ores? Huh...who took them away?"

The somewhat unreasonable big man was completely suppressed by the violent old man Bran, and subconsciously replied: "Uh, it's Gram..."

"It's me!" A proud tone came from behind him. Matthewman turned his head with a glare and saw Laurent walking in from the door. He just had time to adjust his collar and said unhurriedly, "What a pity. It just happened. My experiment also requires a large amount of crystal ore. Haha, you see, it’s such a coincidence. But...who asked me to arrive before you? Haha..."

Of course this can't be a coincidence. It's not yet time for the craftsman's office to start construction, but Clauren appeared here early, and what he took away was the newly arrived crystal ore. Anyone can see the obvious purpose of this. .

"You..." Matthewman was so angry that he was trembling all over. Knowing that the crystal ore fell into his hands, he would never take it back. He let out a howl and rushed forward with his fist, "You old dog! "

"Haha...ah!" Looking at Matthewman's angry and anxious expression, Clauren, who was laughing happily, didn't notice that the other party had stormed up to this point. His left eye was immediately hit by a fist, and he couldn't help but let out a scream.

This matter was related to Mathewman's life and death, so it was impossible to spare Laurent lightly. Seeing that the first blow was effective, he quickly punched him again. After taking a few punches, Laurent finally regained his composure. He immediately roared in anger and fought back...

After the big man in the Northern Wilderness came to his senses, he saw two old men, Bran, Matthewman and Clauren, both falling to the ground, their hands and feet tied together, covered in dust. Rolling over, rolling over, white hairs, whether from beards or hair, fell everywhere, and from time to time there were curses and screams...

"Uh, why are you still fighting?" After all, Matthewman and Clauren are the alchemists that Beihuang values ​​​​now. Naturally, the barbarian man cannot let the two of them fight, at least not with him. He scratched his head and hurriedly stepped forward to persuade: "Okay, don't fight, you're a lot of age... Oops... I said don't fight, or you can go out and fight... haha!"

Matthew Mann and Clauren have been fighting for more than ten years. Now with new hatred and old hatred, it is natural that they cannot be easily persuaded to leave. The big barbarian man rushed over, and instead of pulling the two away, he was scratched several times by someone in the melee, and several blood stains suddenly appeared on his cheeks.

This also made the big barbarian man angry. He directly grabbed the two people's back collars, opened his hands suddenly, and instantly separated the two people in the air.

After all, Matthewman and Clauren are just two old men, so their combat effectiveness is naturally not that high. The fight just now seemed fierce, but in fact it was just like a child's bastard punching. As a result, he was naturally no match for the strong barbarian man.

Heaving a sigh of relief, the barbarian man persuaded in somewhat lame Bran dialect, "That's almost enough. It's just a batch of crystal ore. As for this..."

Matthewman, who was facing the mess, reacted fiercely: "Why not! Old dog Clauren, if you don't hand over those crystal mines today, I will never let you go!"

"Can't you spare me? Heh hiss..." Because he was passive at first, Laurent suffered a lot. Now he wanted to laugh but couldn't help but hiss because of the dark corners of his mouth, "Matthewman, hiss... …I’m telling you, when I become the regional leader, you’re dead, hiss, you’re dead!”

"Okay, just stop saying a few words..."

"You won't be able to live even if I die!" As soon as he finished speaking, Matthewman, thanks to his old arms and legs, suddenly exerted force on his waist and abdomen and raised his leg to kick Clauren.

"Ahhhh, die, hiss...die now..."

"come……"

"I've said enough!"

"Kill you……"

After a chaotic fight, the big barbarian man in the middle couldn't bear it anymore, so he directly carried the two of them out like chickens and handed them over to the director.

The director couldn't help but feel a headache when he heard about this as soon as he got here. After some persuasion, he saw that it had no effect, so he simply ordered the barbarian man to take Clauren out first and separate the two of them to calm down.

After about ten minutes, Matthewman left the director in a state of despair. Now that his mind has gradually awakened, he also knows in his heart that there is no possibility that the crystal ore will come back. Then think about what would happen if you left the craftsman's office without Tang En's protection...

With a long sigh, "Oh... damn old dog." Mumbling and cursing, Matthewman wiped the blood on his chin that had seeped out from his beard being pulled out, and walked dejectedly towards Tang En's laboratory.

A few minutes later, Mathewman came to the door of the laboratory, hesitated, and then pushed the door open and entered.

"I'm sorry, Arthur... eh?" After saying this, he saw a prototype of a lens flying into the air, and was instantly covered by the phantom blade light like a pear blossom in a rainstorm.

Hiss, hiss...

Fine pieces of crystal scum continued to fall, reflecting the slightly dim light in the room, like a dreamy and magnificent fluorescent rain, giving it a confusing and charming beauty.

"Huh?" Tang En, who was wielding his sword, felt the door open and subconsciously glanced at it, and couldn't help but wonder. Just such a slight fluctuation, bang... The curved lens that was gradually cut into a thin piece instantly cracked, and the residue shattered to the ground.

"I... I'm sorry, I'm really sorry..." Matthewman hurriedly bowed to apologize. Knowing that it was his sudden interference that caused the lens to fail in the end, he couldn't help but regret it and sighed. Today is really unlucky!

"It doesn't matter, it's just a lens. But you, Mr. Ma..." Tang En looked up and down at Matthewman's look. His cheeks were bruised and swollen, his hair was messy, and the neat goatee on his chin had also been plucked sparsely, and it was all over. body of sewage dust. He couldn't help but laugh, "Were you robbed? Haha, or were you chased away by a dog?"

Matthewman gritted his teeth when he heard this: "He was bitten by a dog!"

"Huh? It's really true..."

Then Matthewman told what had just happened, stroking his few beards, still angrily: "What a coincidence, this old dog must have seen me when I ordered the batch of crystal ore yesterday, or someone tipped me off. , so he was able to intercept it ahead of us this morning."

After a pause, Matthewman looked apologetic again, "But no matter what, Arthur, this time it's all because of me. I'm sorry..."

"Haha, it doesn't matter. In fact, the number of lens prototypes you made yesterday is enough." Waving his hand, Tang En helped Matthewman walk to the chair next to the table and sit down.

"Ah? Is that enough?" Only then did Matthewman see a dozen thin lenses placed on the experimental table, about two inches long and one inch wide, oblate in shape, arranged in groups of two. Viewed from above, the mirror surface is smooth and pure without a trace of impurities, and you can vaguely see some weird curvature inside.

"That's right." Pointing to these lenses, "Actually, they have been done a long time ago. I was just practicing my hand. Well, I found some interesting things." Tang En did have some other experiences while carving the lenses, so It's a micro-action about the dagger.

In fact, to a certain extent, Tang En's frontal strength still lags behind that of warriors of the same level in other worlds. This is due to the way of fighting. Tang En can kill the opponent, but he may not be able to truly defeat the opponent!

This statement sounds contradictory, but it is indeed true. Take Ye Mo as an example. If Ye Mo had not been approached by Tang En at that time, Tang En would not have had the slightest chance of winning with the overwhelming strength of an air-level warrior.

The fighting spirit of the other world is domineering, while the blood energy of the system is relatively restrained. Warriors from another world have a wide range of fighting methods, and can complete the battle without close combat. But Tang En's fighting style requires him to stay close and seek to kill with one blow!

There is no distinction between the two, but the differences brought about by this power system and fighting methods make Tang En need to draw the opponent into his rhythm every time he fights. Just like the battle with Samp, at the beginning, he could only flee in confusion among Samp's many powerful magics. But in a closed cabin, it can in turn severely damage Samp.

Because of his blood energy and the killer's attack style, it was no longer possible for Tang En to have such a spectacular and magnificent attack method.

Since he couldn't start from the big picture, Tang En could only focus on the details and seek the most extreme subtle attack methods. This was also an extremely wide-area martial arts path. And now, the engraved lenses have undoubtedly given him some inspiration...

These thoughts only existed in Tang En's mind. In a flash of surprise, Matthewman naturally didn't know. He looked at the neatly arranged lenses on the table and touched his sparse beard. He was a little dumbfounded: "So, I am Was the fight in vain? Hey..." Wuyu shook his head, "Well, I didn't suffer any loss anyway, the old dog was injured worse than me."

"Haha, how come, my things are not easy to cut." Smiling lightly, Tang En narrowed his narrow eyes. If acquaintances such as Josiah and David were here and saw this inconspicuous squinting action, they would know that Tang En definitely had no good intentions.

Sure enough, Tang En turned around and took a drawing with strange-looking things on it, and said lightly: "Mr. Ma, I have to trouble you with one more thing. This is a spectacle frame. Please find some light materials and make it according to this proportion. Well, Lan Sha is coming today, don’t keep her waiting.”

"Glasses frame? No problem, the structure is not complicated... eh?" Matthew suddenly realized that half of his body was numb. He looked at the design drawings of the spectacle frames, then looked at the transparent lenses on the table, and finally looked at Xiang Tang En, his lips trembled, "This, this, this...is this made for Lansha Palace, His Highness?"

Tang En nodded, oh, Matthewman stood up instantly, his bruised old face suddenly brightened up: "No problem, I'll get it done in one hour, no, forty minutes!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around quickly and walked quickly towards the door while waving to the apprentices standing aside, "Quick, follow me to the metal laboratory."

"Haha..." Tang En looked at Matthewman, who suddenly looked like he was on the verge of being beaten. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise, he shook his head and chuckled twice. Of course he knew why the other party was so happy, and the reason was actually simple. As long as it is confirmed that this lens is made for Lansha, the meaning of Laurent's interception of the crystal ore will change. It's no longer causing trouble for Tang En and Matthew Man, but causing trouble for Lan Sha!

Therefore, as long as Matthewman mentions this matter next to Lansha, there is no need to make it up or exaggerate, just tell the truth in his current appearance, then one can imagine what will happen to Laurent.

Tang En did it casually and didn't pay too much attention to it. He just regarded it as a small reward for Matthewman's help in the past two days.

Leaning over to pick up the newly broken lens on the ground, Tang En frowned slightly and gradually fell into deep thought. Since we can now make a fuss about a few inches of lens, then how about making it smaller...even as small as the spatial level...

Perhaps because he was stimulated, Matthewman moved very quickly. In just half an hour, he grabbed seven or eight spectacle frames and rushed into the laboratory.

Without breathing, "Arthur, do you think these meet the requirements?"

"Haha, Mr. Ma, you are much faster than your old cart-pulling horse." Tang En joked with a smile, and took a glasses frame. There is no difference in appearance from the one designed in the drawings, except that compared to the existing ones, this one is simpler. The turning points are fixed and cannot be folded for storage. Tang En didn't know the specific material of the frame, but it felt shrinking to a certain extent and did not appear stiff.

Matthewman was in a good mood at this time and didn't care about the ridicule. He said cheerfully: "Haha, that's right, I can't wait to see how that old dog Clauren will die!"

Bang... Because the drawings were designed according to a one-to-one ratio, after Tang En picked up a lens and pressed it on, he only heard a soft click and it fit perfectly into the glasses frame.

Nodding, "No problem!"

"Haha, it's done!" Matthewman clapped his hands and his face was full of joy. Then when watching Tang En install the second lens, he couldn't help but asked doubtfully, "By the way, Arthur, I forgot to ask you, this thing What effect does it have on His Highness Lansha?"

Tang En tried to put on his glasses, blinked, and took them off again: "Remember what I said before? I want to develop two things, one that can see clearly near, and one that can see clearly in the distance." Yang He raised the glasses in his hand and said, "These are called glasses. They allow people with short-sightedness... well, it means that Lansha can see clearly at close range."

Matthewman has been in the Northern Wasteland Imperial City for more than ten years, so he is naturally aware of the problem with Lansha's eyes, and also knows that this is the only flaw of Lansha, known as the Pearl of the Northern Wilderness. Hearing this, he couldn't help being surprised and happy: "This thing... …Can these glasses allow His Highness Lansha to see clearly? Well, Arthur, it’s not that I don’t believe you, it’s just that…”

"It's unbelievable? Haha." Looking at Matthewman's anxious expression, Tang En chuckled and took over the conversation, "Don't worry, Mr. Ma. Now we just need to wait for Lansha to come over..."

After speaking for a moment, Tang En raised his eyebrows slightly and turned to look at the door of the laboratory. There were sounds of messy footsteps in the corridor outside the door, and there seemed to be a lot of people. Haha, are you here so soon? It seems that you have a lot of resentment towards your miserable eyesight...

Immediately, a majestic figure appeared at the door first, it was Andre in armor. First, he pressed his sword and quickly scanned the room. Seeing that there was no danger, he grinned at Tang En, and without saying anything, he stepped aside.

In an instant, the somewhat groggy room seemed to light up. Wearing a belted floral cotton skirt and a pure white fluffy cape, Lan Sha stepped in with light steps and indifferent eyes as she looked around, like an elegant deer walking out of a snowy world.

Pack! Then install it!

Looking at Lan Sha, who was dressed up like someone else, Tang En secretly curled his lips. He knew best what kind of decisive and ruthless methods this elegant little deer-like girl had!

Of course, even though he thought so, Tang En still glanced at the slender waist that could be held in his hands a few times, and smacked his lips lightly. Tsk, I haven’t seen you for a few days, but I feel like this girl’s figure is getting better and better...

"Hmph!" Tang En snorted coldly. Tang En still underestimated how sensitive a woman was to the gaze directed at his body. Before he could look back, he was caught by Lansha's cold eyes. His gaze suddenly became sharp and sharp. knife.

"Ahem..." He coughed twice. Although he was as calm as Tang En, his face couldn't help but murmur. He avoided the cold gaze and bowed slightly, "I have met His Highness Lansha!"

Matthewman on the side also saluted and said hello, but he couldn't be as casual as Tang En. He put his right hand on his left chest, bent down at almost 90 degrees, and gave a Northern Wasteland salute.

Lan Sha looked at Tang En and narrowed his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking. Then he turned his eyes calmly and said, "No need to be polite." After saying this, he walked straight into the laboratory.

Only then did Tang En see some people following Lan Sha. Among them, he only knew Sydney, Andre and the director of the craftsman's office. He didn't know the other young or middle-aged Northern Wilderness people. If I guessed correctly, they should be those mostly gold-plated deputy directors.

His cold eyes glanced at the glasses in Tang En's hand, and he said directly: "These are for me... um, glasses?" Lansha had heard Tang En describe the glasses before, and now he recognized them immediately.

"Not bad." Tang En shrugged and handed over the glasses, "I just made it, do you want to try it?"

"Okay!" Lan Sha pursed her lips lightly, looking a little excited. She was about to reach out and take it, when suddenly,

A quick shout, "Wait!"

…………(To be continued.)

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