Dwarf In The Future

Dwarves are a principled race. If you say you don't want to, you are not willing. No matter how many times you ask, you still don't want to.

and also……

"What is a bald chicken?" Georgia asked suspiciously, always feeling that this unfamiliar word sounded a little weird.

Chu Rong was full of anger and got stuck, paused, let go of the hand holding his collar, took two steps back, folded his arms and leaned on the operating table, concealed his emotions with a cold face, and tapped his fingers on his arms, He replied: "It's just a modal particle to express emotions... Don't interrupt, I'm asking you a question now, why don't you want to, don't you like mechs very much?"

The tone of this word is quite strong...Georgia was very foolish and left the question of the bald-haired chicken behind her, and returned to the topic, honestly replied: "I really like mechas."

"So?" Chu Rong looked down at him, probably intending to throw him out of the mech without a satisfactory explanation.

Georgia glanced at him, making sure he was calm enough to listen to his explanation, and said, "Being a mech warrior is great, but I'd rather learn how to make a mecha than to pilot it."

Chu Rong nodded his arm, frowning slowly, and asked, "Do you want to learn mecha manufacturing?"

"Probably." Georgia thought for a moment and replied.

"What do you mean?" Uncle Chu got angry again because of his vague answer, and said, "Don't come up with uncertain conclusions, especially those related to the future direction of development."

"I'm not sure, I'm just talking about it in detail." Georgia was used to his bad temper, and was not frightened by his bad attitude at all. Touched: "What I want to learn is the manufacture of purely manual piloted mechas, not general mecha manufacturing. Maybe one day in the future, I will be able to create a purely manual piloted mecha for you that is completely suitable for you. "After speaking, he looked up at him, a little embarrassed, but smiled with a little confidence.

He has always remembered to repay the white-haired monster and his party. The failed treatment in the medical room yesterday made him understand that it will be a long and difficult process to cure the white-haired monster. The mental power of the other party is as vast and powerful as the stars. But his magic power is only as big as a small lake. Before he really becomes stronger, the disease of the white-haired monster can only be carefully maintained and cannot be cured.

The other party helped him so much, and he also wanted to do his best to do something for the other party. After listening to what Grandpa Ren said, he saw a new direction of return.

Mecha manufacturing is a field that can perfectly display the creativity and expertise of dwarves. He is confident that he can achieve some small achievements in this field, and when he can really create a powerful mecha, even if he He still can't reach the level of a great magician, and he can't cure the disease of the white-haired monster, but he can help the other party where he can.

There are also some secret little wishes. If possible, after repaying the white-haired monster and his party, he may try to drive the mech he made, travel through the black hole, and return to his hometown.

Chu Rong didn't expect to hear such an answer, his eardrums were itchy from the phrase "for you", a strange sour and sweet emotion rose in his heart, and he didn't know how to react, so he revealed "" Stupid" smiled angrily, raised his hand to pinch his face without hesitation, and pulled it out viciously until the expression on his face was completely cracked before he said with disgust: "No matter who I told you about manually driving mechs, one thing you must understand is that all mecha builders are excellent spiritual geniuses before entering the field of mech manufacturing. The entire federation, including the welfare schools that do not pick students , would not admit a student who has no mental strength into the mecha manufacturing department. Without spiritual power, you can't even handle the most basic materials, let alone make a complete mecha. Brat, mecha manufacturing But it's not as simple as you think."

"Making mechs also requires mental strength?"

The dream was shattered as soon as it took shape, Georgia was a little confused, and stammered: "But, but Grandpa Ren didn't say..."

"Grandpa Ren, you mean Ren Moze?" Chu Rong asked, seeing his pitiful and deeply shocked appearance, the anger in his heart was completely extinguished, he raised his hand to rub his forehead hair, and stretched out his arm to comfort him He pulled him into his arms and said, "The old man is a research lunatic, and he can only believe half of what he says. Hurry up, I'll take you to pick up rocks." After speaking, he opened the hatch and jumped out.

Georgia reflexively grabbed the clothes at his waist, still a little messy.Making mechas actually requires mental strength, that, that...but he just drew a big pie with confidence...

Thinking of the rhetoric he had just let go in front of the white-haired monster, he shook his ears, his face tensed, his body stiffened into a stone, and his face and ears turned red with embarrassment.

——It’s embarrassing to talk nonsense without inquiring about the situation clearly.

Probably seeing his embarrassment, Uncle Chu was so considerate that he didn't continue to tease him on this topic, but stopped after taking him to a wasteland full of stones of various colors, and found a big stone nearby. As soon as the stone lay down, he signaled that he could move freely and have fun.

Georgia took a careful look at him, and was just about to suppress her embarrassment and ask the reason why the mecha must be made with mental power, when she keenly smelled a wave of magic.

He fixed his eyes, turned his head and looked around the wasteland, fixed his eyes on a certain direction of the wasteland, forgot about the mecha for a moment, said hello in a hurry, and rushed towards the target with big strides, heartbroken. The beating speed is very fast - the Philosopher's Stone!There are Sorcerer's Stone fluctuations in that direction!Still top notch!He sensed it!

Chu Rong half leaned on the rock and looked at him eager to run away, feeling upset again, and said with disgust: "Bump."

Georgia followed the magic fluctuations to the edge of the wasteland. After careful sensing, she fixed her gaze on a thin plant growing from a crevice in the stone, and was stunned—such strong magic fluctuations came from this small plant. Emanating from small plants?This, this is incredible!

He stared wide-eyed, a little in disbelief, and a little silly.

How could such a small plant exude the rich magical fluctuations that only top-level magic stones have?Variation?Or is it some kind of fruit that is guarded by monsters?

As soon as he thought about it, he noticed that there were many such crevice plants in farther places, and immediately put the latter guess behind him.

Different fruits generally appear on a single plant, and will not be everywhere like this.

So it should be a mutation?

He squatted down, took a closer look at the plant, tried to condense a little magic power, and lightly touched its top with his fingertips.

As if sensing a friendly atmosphere, the plant swayed its tiny body slightly after being touched by him, and then happily absorbed the wood-type magic power he rubbed against it, and stretched its leaves comfortably, looking more energetic.

Really magic!Also interacts with him, unlike the silly big leafy plant in his room!

He glanced at his fingertips that had been rubbed, and remembered the magic circle that he had set up in the room to grow green fruits, his face blushed again, but this time he was excited—whether it is a mutation or not, this plant is It was a big surprise!

He tried to use the magic circle to accumulate the green fruit before, the purpose was to increase the wood magic element contained in the green fruit, so that he could use it to make basic magic potions to ease the white-haired monster's condition!

He had guessed before that the green fruit had a soothing effect on the mental power because its pulp contained rich wood-type magic elements. Later, the healing effect of the wood-type magic power on the white-haired monster's mental power proved his guess.

However, the direct consumption of the magic elements in plants has very little impact on the human body, and it is far less useful than making them into medicines!Moreover, the magic elements carried by plants are limited, and most of them are not up to the level of being made into magic potions. make up.

Green fruit is already the most magical plant he has encountered since coming here, but it is so rare that it is not enough to make a potion, and he has no way to get more, so he found another way to increase the amount of green fruit. The idea of ​​magic content.

But now, this surprisingly magical plant has solved that problem!With this, magic potions can be prepared at any time, and he doesn't have to bother with green fruits anymore!Another point is that the purification of the magic circle will cause the mental turmoil of the white-haired monster. When he creates the magic potion, it will no longer be a problem!

Thinking of this, he was almost so happy that he wanted to fly, and couldn't help feeding some magic power to the plants in front of him.

Chu Rong opened the communication message sent by Fan Xiangnan, glanced sideways at Georgia, who was squatting on the ground not knowing what she was doing not far away, and her ears were shaking with excitement, squinting her eyes to enjoy the warm sun after an afternoon, she willfully replied: Delay Return time.

Fan Xiangnan was used to his waywardness, so he didn't ask the reason, but asked directly: When is the delay?

When will it be postponed?

Uncle Chu basked in the sun with an inscrutable expression on his face, and moved his fingers.

—Of course it is postponed until the pet is finished walking.

pet?

Fan Xiangnan put down the communicator and touched his chin—do they have pets on board?

It took an afternoon to hook back a batch of plants with magic power. Georgia blushed and was taken back to the warship by Chu Rong, and then immediately locked herself back in the room.

Zhuang Yu waited for him to walk away, and glanced vigilantly and suspiciously at the officer who was exuding satisfaction all over his body, and asked defensively: "What did you take Qiao Qiao to do this afternoon? Sir, the federal law stipulates that abduction of underage children is to be imprisoned." of!"

Abduction?

Chu Rong stopped, looked sideways at her, raised his eyebrows, thought about something inscrutable, and suddenly asked, "Where is Master Ren?"

"Master Ren?" Zhuang Yu was terrified by his expression, took a step back, and replied, "Old Ren doesn't walk around the ship very much, he should be researching new weapons in the mech maintenance department, what can you do with him? "

"Of course there is something to do." Chu Rong adjusted his cuffs, turned around, and walked towards the mech management department, and replied inexplicably: "It's still a big deal." Dare to pry the corner of the wall under his nose, Mr. Ren probably has a little leisure recently up.

Taking out the green fruit from the magic circle, Georgia sat on the floor beside the bed, took out the method of making the magic potion left by his father in the storage ring, and gnawed on it. Suddenly, when he saw a difficult word, The modal particle that the white-haired monster said in the afternoon, the more I think about it, the more I pay attention to it. Based on the principle of not missing any uncommon points in the language, I put down the medicine making method, took out the optical brain, switched to the voice search, and read it according to memory. The three words "bald chicken".

A second later, the page jumped, and rows of videos of cover cartoons lay in the search result bar.

Um?what are these?He pointed and opened one of the videos in doubt.

The screen automatically zoomed in, the music played, and after the colorful balloon effects passed, a cartoon chick with hair blown off his body and wearing a small pocket appeared on the screen and barked lively at him.

"..."

He stroked his hair, looked down at his thin body, and finally stared at the lively chick in the cartoon for a few seconds. Stuffed back the storage ring!