Chapter 1912 Trophies

Returning to the magic airship, I lay on the bed with my hands folded behind my head, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

The so-called disasters, excluding natural disasters, refer to monsters with powerful destructive power.

But there is no difference between monsters and humans except for the difference in strength and size.

We all need to eat, we all need to reproduce, and we all need to die.

Since one cannot escape death, one cannot escape the possibility of being killed, otherwise there would be no such thing as fighting against disaster.

Once the monster is killed, the disaster will naturally be eliminated, so what is the need for the disaster record book?

Thinking of this, a thought suddenly flashed in my mind: Master Dewey once said, "Achilles, who has been sleeping for thousands of years, can be revived. Who can guarantee whether disasters can also be revived?" Why did he What about Achilles?

Could it be that Master Dewey's purpose in finding the disaster record book is to revive the disaster that has been eliminated?

This is unlikely.

No, it must not be possible!

He has no reason to do this!

Money, status, power, material desires, reputation, these things that are sought after by the vast majority of human beings and even strive for their whole lives, Master Dewey has already taken possession of them all. He is a winner in life, unless his brain is broken, otherwise he will never He would do such an evil thing that is unacceptable in heaven and earth!

However, I can't understand why he is so eager to get the Disaster Record Book?

Even at the end of the conversation, he emphasized that even if the historical documents were not brought out, the disaster record book must be preserved.

Puzzled, I lay in bed tossing and turning until an unknown amount of time passed before I finally felt my eyelids become heavy.

When I woke up again, I was awakened by a series of knocks on the door.

After opening the door, the waiter stood respectfully at the door and reported: "Sir An Xiaoyi, the helper sent by Fort Vicky has arrived."

I responded, then took a shower, changed my clothes, had breakfast, and hurriedly got off the airship.

More than twenty meters away from the airship, there were more than a dozen dwarves standing. Each of them was carrying a large box, which must have contained tools for mining.

I took a step forward and said with a smile, "Thank you for your hard work."

The dwarves all saluted: "For the glory of Fort Vicky, for the glory of Master Dewey, for the glory of the Dwarf King, for the glory of the Goblin King, and for the glory of Master An Xiaoyi, we will not work hard!"

I smiled and nodded at them, then said, "You must already know the purpose of this trip, right?"

The dwarves said in unison: "Yes, assist Master An Xiaoyi in mining!"

"Very good" I waved my hand: "Without further ado, let's set off now."

We drove all the way and it took us about an hour to finally reach our destination.

When we came to the edge of the pit, I asked them: "Can you go down smoothly at this height?"

The dwarves nodded without hesitation: "Yes, Master An Xiaoyi, this height is not difficult for us."

I nodded and asked again: "Then I'm done with my work later, can I jump on?"

The dwarves stopped talking at this time. They all looked at each other for a long time before shaking their heads and saying, "I'm sorry, Mr. An Xiaoyi, we can't jump out of this height."

"Then let's make a ladder first," I said. "After you make the ladder, lower it down and I'll take it up from below."

After that, he jumped and fell directly to the bottom of the pit.

After a while, the dwarves also jumped down one after another. Looking at the dwarves jumping down like dumplings, I asked in confusion: "Where is the ladder?"

"Here, where is it?" A dwarf raised his hand and pointed to the edge of the pit.

Looking up, I saw a ladder that had just been made, swinging down. It was not the wooden ladder I imagined, but a rope ladder.

"Hey, you craftsmen have quick brains. If it were me, I would definitely find wooden boards and make a wooden ladder."

"You are wrong, Lord An Xiaoyi," a dwarf retorted: "This has nothing to do with whether the brain is active or not, but is determined by the nature of our work. As miners who mine ore and craftsmen who smelt ore, we must You know how to go down into deeper mines more conveniently. You are different from us. You are an adventurer. You know nothing about mining and smelting, but you are familiar with the knowledge of the adventurer field. This is specialization in the art industry. .”

After being lectured by the dwarf, I was convinced.

Soon, the dwarves opened their toolboxes, took out their tools, and began to get busy. I stood aside from a distance and watched them busy.

It's not that I'm a sneaky person and refuses to help, it's just that I can't help, and I don't know how to help.

When professionals take action, it is best for amateurs like us to stand aside and never intervene unless the other party asks for help. Otherwise, a well-intentioned act may be interpreted as a disservice.

I have a deep understanding of this matter.

My grilling skills are not the best in the guild, but I am weak at making ordinary stir-fries.

One time when I passed by the kitchen, I saw the fire on the stove was lit, and the dishes in the pot were making crackling sounds, but the chef himself was nowhere to be seen, so I wondered, who is it? There were still vegetables being stir-fried in the pot, and then he disappeared. Figure, you can't be so careless!

So out of kindness, I stepped forward and helped stir-fry twice with a shovel, and lowered the flame.

As a result, something tragic happened.

The dish that I stir-fried and turned down the flame tasted terrible and had a fishy smell that was half-cooked.

Afterwards, the landlady gave me a stern lecture, which probably meant, don’t interfere if you don’t understand.

This incident had a great impact on me and even changed my outlook.

Apart from that, there is also the dish with a terrible taste that is still fresh in my taste buds and will be unforgettable for the rest of my life.

Leaning against the earth wall and silently watching the busy dwarves, I felt very sad.

The dwarves moved very neatly, and it took less than two hours to clear the mithril wall.

Looking at the mithril fragments on the ground, I don't know what to say. Professionals are indeed professionals, and their movements are so deft!

After doing all this, the dwarves put away their tools and began to pick up mithril blocks everywhere and put them into bags one by one. This mithril wall contained four sacks.

Leaning the sack to the side, the dwarves gathered together and said, "Report to Master An Xiaoyi that our mission has been completed. Please give us the next step of instructions."

"No more instructions," I said satisfied.

After looking around for a moment, I was suddenly startled and quickly called out to the dwarves who were about to climb up the ladder.

"Is there anything else, Sir An Xiaoyi?" The dwarves stood together again.

I raised my finger and pointed at the four sacks of mithril, and said, "Take them back and count them as your trophies."