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"what......"

Wasted exhaled a long breath, and the condensed moisture formed a white mist in front of him, which quickly dissipated.

Returning from <Platinum Hall> to <Black Iron Wings>, the most obvious change is the popularity and temperature. For some reason, there are still crowds of people in the waiting hall, which is clean and clear at the entrance. The ink pad is in the mist, and only the sneaky back can be seen.

Compared with <Platinum Hall>, the style is really low-key.

Obviously, I feel that the golden sunshine is very comfortable, but when I return to the cold dark tone of <Black Iron Wings>, my body breathes nostalgicly, as if I want to get rid of the poison called "light" in another city. Get rid of it—this kind of behavior waste that can already be called M shaking just wants to say: it is simply not good.

No, he is not shaking M.

Xiaoxue who was following behind Wasted couldn't help but sneezed.

Open the friend column, and switch from the number of player friends who have increased a lot to NPC friends, but this column cannot directly contact NPCs, and only the business cards of NPCs with a waste of favorability exceeding 0 are placed in it.

Among them, Dr. Byron ranked first with a favorability of 65. Even Wade, the NPC boss who has the most contact with him, currently has only a [-] favorability with him.

It’s fine if the favorability level miraculously rises to 75 the first time you meet, but if you haven’t seen each other for such a long time, where did the five points of favorability from 75 to [-] come from?

I don't know how interesting it will be to report bugs to the cloud umbrella game company now.

After thinking about it rationally, he still dismissed the idea of ​​joy (zuo) joy (si).

Well, not happy.

<Black Iron Wings> Go to the city, the technicians' meeting.

I took escalators, elevators and other means of transportation several times, and finally walked to the gate of the technician association. The security guards standing at the gate seemed to have not changed their shifts all night, so they were sleepy and yawned when they checked the identity of the waste. It was also slightly baggy, and the hard-shell military cap almost fell off when he finally saluted the waste who was already an officer.

It was already nine o'clock in the morning, and when it was time to arrive at work, there were very few people in the technician meeting. The most common thing in the whole building was the cute "click" sounds made by various robots every short period of time.

Dr. Byron's robot assistant stood at the elevator on the first floor, and when he saw the wasteful figure, he flew up to meet him.

"The doctor is already waiting for you, please follow me."

The elevator ascended quietly.

The robot pressed the button on the 36th floor, not the third floor where the general office of the head of the materials research group he went to last time, this time he should go to Dr. Byron's personal research room.

The entire floor of the 36th floor belongs to all the research groups under the name of Dr. Byron. Through the transparent glass that is convenient for outsiders to observe, you can see that there are people busy in each research room. The deeper you go, you stay in the same research room. There were fewer researchers in white coats manipulating various machines. When he carried Xiaoxue and followed the robot assistant to the innermost room, Dr. Byron was the only one observing the microscope.

The robotic assistant rings the doorbell.

Dr. Byron, who didn't pay attention to it, slowly added the substance he had just observed under the microscope into a large closed culture tank beside him, and the waste could be seen floating in the large culture tank's transparent sky-blue liquid, vibrating from time to time, obviously still retaining activity The tissues and organs are exactly the silk gland spinners he took from the mutant giant spider.Less than three seconds after Dr. Byron added the unknown mysterious substance, it expanded and contracted from the bottom to the top, and finally spewed out a large strand of sky-blue spider silk that was the same as the liquid in the culture tank... If it is still a spider Silk's words.

The robotic arm in the culture tank automatically removes the spider silk sticking to the tank wall, wraps it around a small stick very regularly, and finally becomes a bundle of thread in the sewing bag that people buy in the supermarket It looked like it was taken out of the cultivation tank and put together with a pile of spider silks of various colors that had accumulated on one side.

If you only look at this small area, you will almost think it is a textile factory.

Without looking back, Dr. Byron, who was looking at the data displayed on the screen in another direction, shouted, "Come in."

The robot assistant made a nod towards Waste, then turned and left, he put Xiaoxue outside the door and patted its head, pushed the door open and walked in by himself.

Dr. Byron, who didn't notice anything at all, pointed to a relatively short machine and asked him to sit down.

"The task was completed very well, I can't express more satisfaction to you." He smiled at the waste, but the smile was particularly weak against the two extra-large dark circles, "Well, soldier, you Come see this."

A more serious trance than the last time I met Dr. Byron rose from the bottom of my heart. Every time I visited Professor Tang, the old man would waste his time looking at a lot of new research data, regardless of whether it was research that should be kept secret Just say to him, "Well, A Yuan, come and see this."

Dr. Byron took out something from the transparent bin on one side, but when he turned around, he saw Waste standing there motionless.

"What, soldier? Ah!" He glanced at the military emblem on Wasting's chest, thinking he had found the reason, "Can't you be called a soldier now? Well, Second Lieutenant, come and have a look."

Only then did Wasted take two steps forward as if waking up from a dream, and looked down at what Dr. Byron asked him to see.

To be honest, when he got the two bracelets made of silk thread last time, he was prepared for the taste of the old man, but what he saw still shocked him deeply.

That's eight rings.

The eight are all dark blue, a very simple circle, which looks like crystals, and strands of thread-like things can be seen in the translucent texture.

There is still a ring on the hand and it is expected that there will be a waste of space for another ring: "..."

Fuck, wouldn't all ten fingers be wearing rings?

If you go out, no one will call you an upstart, right?

The waste of slots and mouths can only be maintained -_- such an expression, listening to Dr. Byron giving him Amway.

"I named this set of rings the Blue Spindle. It is an excellent grade. It is close to legend in terms of attributes. There are eight rings in total, and each ring has 27 spaces. Each space is one cubic meter. You can put things in it, but It can only be an item like material, otherwise it can’t be put in. To get the material out of it, it can only be turned into silk thread by the blue spindle. The function of the blue spindle is to help you spin the things in the space into threads, As long as the content inside is not used up, you can continue to use it. When you use each piece, your MP will drop a little per second, and if you start eight pieces together, it will be [-] points per second. Of course, you can also store the finished thread in the space. , it is also shot from the ring when used, but it does not need to consume your MP, but if it is to store silk threads, each grid can only hold fifty bundles of standard specifications, how to choose is up to you.”

Dr. Byron took out the eight rings together and wasted to take them.

The old man is still introducing, "The thickness of the thread can be adjusted according to your wishes. The eight rings are divided into eight attributes, which enhance elemental guidance and oppositely increase elemental resistance." The old man pointed to the rings and counted them one by one, "Fire, wind, water , ground, ice, electricity, and the most commonly used sharpness and toughness. With the current technology and materials, this is already the most suitable weapon for you."

"Hmm." Wasted nodded.

No matter how much he dislikes this appearance, it is undeniable that this [Blue Spindle (excellent)] is indeed the most suitable weapon for him.

No matter how conspiracy theories are, it seems that Professor Byron is indeed very concerned about him.

"Thank you very much, Dr. Byron, this weapon is even better than I imagined, and I feel that my contribution is not equal to it at all."

"Don't underestimate yourself, Second Lieutenant, what you brought is very helpful to me. What's more," the old man smiled at him, full of the kindness of the elders, "this child was originally born for you."

21 years ago, Cornelius, Shangling City.

On the banks of the Mitte River in Louli, Fei Yuan's home for 30 years is here.

"sepries~~~~~~hahahahahaha!"

The black-haired young adventurer, whose appearance hasn't changed after 21 years, is more youthful in terms of temperament. As soon as he opened the door of his house, he was covered in seven-color ribbons hanging above the door.

Fei Yuan, who has not been baptized by current affairs for 20 years, faces everyone with a paralyzed face: "..."

Several young people in the room applauded each other, "The battle was successful!"

After taking a step into the door, Luo Kaiyan was sitting on the long table smiling the most. Fei Yuan looked over with cold eyes, but he was not threatening at all under the condition of being covered in ribbons.

Except for Cai Luo Kaiyan, the other young people are all the same students of Fei Yuan's voyage adventurer level D exam. During the training period, he kept a cold face and rejected people thousands of miles away, but obviously a younger than them The news that the examiner had taken the exam greatly stimulated them so that a group of people ambushed him here.

However, he only gave Luo Kaiyan the permission to enter the house, so he should go to this guy if he wants to settle accounts.

Someone has already approached with a hippie face.

"How about it, A Yuan, are you surprised?"

Fei Yuan looked at him coldly, "No surprises at all." The word "Happy" was accentuated.

After finally waiting for the protagonist to return, other people who were making noise in the house opened several boxes of alcoholic drinks and started drinking, but apart from these young people, there were three older middle-aged people sitting on the sofa laughing.

Fei Yuan walked over.

"Instructor, Grandpa Zeng, ah, Professor Tang, why are you here too?"

The middle-aged man who looked younger and was called an instructor asked, "Why, can't we come to celebrate for you?"

Fei Yuan's mouth twitched, "...No, that's not what I meant."

"Xiao Yuanzi is worried that we are busy. You see, we must be afraid that we did not pass the D test. Although I am not happy, what the hell are you calling here?"

Instructor "... yes."

Fei Yuan: "...you are actually scolding me."

The white-haired old man who is almost three hundred years old raised his eyebrows in high spirits, "Oh? Do you think so?"

"I didn't say anything just now."

Several people laughed together.

The group of young people called him.

"Fei Yuan, come and have a drink!"

"Don't hide away!"

"Full and full!"

"Then I'll go there first, Professor Tang."

Several elders waved together in disgust, "Go, go."

The commotion lasted until midnight.

Until the last guest staggered away and arranged the drunk Luo Kaiyan in the guest room, Professor Tang was still drinking tea alone.

The other two elders were busy with their affairs and left long ago.

But to be honest, Professor Tang has to grasp the progress of several experiments, and he is also a busy man.

Fei Yuan sent him out, and the two stood together at the entrance.

"Congratulations."

Fei Yuan smiled, "Thank you."

"I know all of this is still far from your goal, but young people, it's good to be calm and not arrogant, but you should be happy when you get good grades." Professor Tang patted him on the shoulder and handed him a small velvet box. "Gift."

Fei Yuan didn't answer.

"Usually I have received so much care from you..."

Professor Tang interrupted him, "There used to be a saying that the elders can't refuse. I have prepared carefully for a long time, so don't shirk it."

Fei Yuan could only accept it, and opened the lid of the blue velvet box. On the satin surface lay a card the size of a fingernail, and at the same time projected a holographic photo in the air.

It was a personal spaceship.

The young man found that this was the saddest hurdle of the unlucky day, "Um, professor, it's too precious."

"Don't say that, you can go out and take risks independently when you are promoted to D-level. I named her Little Pearl, and she can accompany you on the journey. This card is the key, and you can just put it in the terminal."

"professor……"

"Fei Yuan," Professor Tang called his name suddenly, with a very serious tone, "Little Pearl was born for you."

The galaxy hangs in the sky, silver light flickers.

Fei Yuan felt as if something had crashed into his heart.

It is indeed too tiring to keep chasing after, otherwise why would the eyes become blurred?

The young adventurer could only swear to the old man in this way.

"I will definitely make Little Pearl, like her predecessors, whose name is praised on every interstellar route."

"Because her master is you."

Fei Yuan laughed, "Of course."

The author has something to say:

I don't know why I added so many dramas to Professor Tang, but is it true that Nineteen likes the uncle_(:з」∠)_

Regarding the terminal that Feiyuan never freezes.

Luo Kaiyan: A Yuan, look.

Fei Yuan: What?

Luo Kaiyan: This book says that the terminals used by people on earth 600 years ago not only had to open a few more programs, but also had to be charged every day, which was not easy.

Fei Yuan: ...what do you care about so much.