[Tutor] Your routine has fallen out!

The lambs who were still clustered around me just now suddenly turned their heads and rushed in the direction of Talbo.

But they're not meant to be nice—

"Ah, don't blame me, old guy, the old man's body is so fragile, go, go, I said, is it interesting for you to bully the old man?"

Talbo struggled to drive the lambs who kept contradicting him with his crutches, almost losing his focus.

I looked at his embarrassment and asked in puzzlement, "Shouldn't your sheep belong to the People's Faction?"

Unexpectedly, Talbo grabbed me, he hid behind me, and the flock settled down again.He breathed a sigh of relief and answered me: "No. So you don't know how much effort I have to take care of them every day!"

Talbo saw that I didn't know much about it, so he smiled cheaply, as if he wanted to reveal some secret: "Only you are special, little girl."

But I still don't quite understand what kind of special method the "special" in the old man's mouth is.

Talbo knew that I still didn't understand, and his expression looked slightly disgusted.But he wasn't impatient, he tapped his waist, and ordered me again: "My old waist seemed a little uncomfortable just now, why don't you help me treat it, little girl?"

Speaking of healing, I almost automatically reached out to my box... Wait?

Box, Xiaoan, sheep.

……sheep.

"I said, smelly old man..." In order to confirm my guess, I almost blurted out, "Is my box weapon from you!?"

daily casting

The old man Talbo didn't mean to hide anything, and readily admitted: "Yes." Seeing his happy look, I seriously doubted whether he was just waiting for me to realize this.

"Sheep are not the most docile animals in the world." Talbo stroked a nearby lamb with his wrinkled palm.This time, the little sample didn't make any struggle, and obediently retracted its front hooves.

"However, I have always believed that they have a wonderful spirituality." Talbo leaned on a cane, slowly moved to my side, reached out to hold my hand holding the box, the rough and dry skin rubbed against the back of my hand, "like , their keen sense of 'element'."

"So my box weapon was created by you. Right?" I asked him this question repeatedly.

Talbo raised his head slightly, and seemed to be staring at me with a half-smile with invisible eyes: "Since you know the answer, why do you need to ask more questions?"

Sure enough.

"So, before my world fell into chaos, you asked me to hand over the box and ring I got from you to Evil for safekeeping, because you know that as long as these two things can come back to me at the right time , I will definitely come here again, right?"

Hearing me say that, Talbo let out a weird "giggle" laugh.

"Little girl, you are so self-indulgent." Talbo let go of me, he turned around, put his left hand behind his back, the crutch in his right hand touched the ground, and slowly walked outside the sheepfold, "That's Your own idea. Moreover, this little broken ring of yours is your own work, and has nothing to do with the old man. "

"Okay, you already know what you should know. Hurry up and clean this place up, I'll wait for you in the studio."

Talbo left after leaving a sentence that sounded chic.

However, I stayed where I was, smelling the strong smell of sheep manure, and my heart almost collapsed.

I just thought it was just a stunt that Talbo asked me to clean the sheepfold, thinking that I would not have to suffer if I discovered what I should discover.

Unexpectedly, he was serious about this point. ——He really wanted me to help him clean up the sheep manure.

"Okay, old man." I had no choice but to do so.

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After cleaning out the sheepfold, I was contaminated with a pungent smell without any suspense.

"Can I take a shower?" I stiffly came to the door of the studio that Talbo said, disgusted with my dirty state, and tried to ask myself in the most respectful tone.

"Oh, you're here?" Talbo was standing in front of the workbench fiddling with something. He didn't turn around, but just raised his right hand to signal me to hurry over.

"No... what I mean is, can I wash off the smell of the sheepfold before working?" Talbo seemed unmoved, I approached him a few steps cautiously, and teased him, "Shouldn't you You'd be tempted to say that the stinky smell is necessary to make a ring... right?"

"Stop talking." It seems that Talbo is not going to let me be a fragrant woman.

I had no choice but to endure the peculiar smell on my body, slow down my breathing as much as possible, walked to the old man, and looked at his things curiously.

"What do I need to do?" He was fiddling with materials that weren't too different from what I'd normally use.

I've heard that the ring's power can be multiplied by using certain rare materials.Since Talbo has not prepared that kind of material now, it means that what I need to learn is purely technical operation.

"Close your eyes." He whispered in my ear with an old voice, "Hands."

I obediently pressed my hand on the material in front of me, and gently closed my eyes.

"Light the flame. Wait until the metal is as warm as your body."

"Wait patiently."

"Yes, that's it. Use the flame to feel it a little bit."

The cold metal gradually increased in temperature.At the same time as the flame was ignited, for some reason, a bright yellow light burst out of the pitch-black world in front of my eyes.

Talbo told me to feel, but to feel what?

I was puzzled but didn't ask out loud.

After a while, my fingertips slowly felt burning, and the pure bright yellow halo in front of my eyes gradually became chaotic.

Not only yellow.red, blue, orange...

Seven different colors filled my eyes for a moment, piercing the black curtain, and I was a little out of breath.

"Did you see that?" Talbo's voice sounded again.He smiled on the ground, and continued to guide me unhurriedly, "These colors are the colors of the 'elements' in metal."

"But what I see is the color of flames..."

"The flame is the manifestation of the 'element'." Talbo quickly answered me.

Then I felt his fingers envelop the back of my hand, and the warmth of Talbo's palm was sent through the skin and into my veins.

"Try to melt the metal in your hand with your flame," he commanded.

The burning sensation at the fingertips became more and more intense.

As a result, the flames of multiple colors mixed together in the mind became scattered.

"What kind of attributes do you want this ring to have in the end, just combine these 'elements' according to your ideas."

At this point, Talbo yawned and sounded lazy: "Okay. The old man is going to take a nap first."

"Wait, wait, this is the end?" When I heard this, I opened my eyes anxiously, "What about the way you said before, the way to communicate with the soul in the ring? It is the same as the way you are teaching me to make a high-quality ring now." Does the process have nothing to do with it?"

"Little girl, don't worry." Talbo seemed to have a premonition that I would ask this, raised his crutches and tapped on my elbow, "After you can use the 'elements' in the raw materials freely, then Try to do the same with the ring."

"Experimental product... just use the one on your own finger."

I stared at Talbo's hunched back, guessing that the so-called "method of communicating with the soul of the ring" should be the same as the series of tasks I just did.

The reason why I can only see the color of the flame contained in the raw material in front of me is because there is no soul in the raw material.

"Old man Talbo." I stopped him and asked my further conjecture, "Is it possible for us to create a ring with a soul out of thin air?"

Talbo laughed strangely again.

He stopped and stood at the door of the studio: "Your brain is so easy to use, it's really not interesting to tease."

"This is the key to distinguishing the grade of the ring." He said, "It is not only the quality of the material that determines the grade of the ring."

I nodded, and concentrated on continuing to study the method of manipulating flames.

Suddenly, Talbo added a sentence: "So, you must practice repeatedly before you can touch the ring."

"The one in your hand, although the workmanship is rough, but..."

"Treasure it well."

Talbot completed the abrupt end with insignificant remarks.

After speaking, he left the studio straight away, leaving me alone.

everyday soul

I had no way of knowing where Talbo's "hands on the ring" proficiency limit was, so I had to practice it over and over before I got tired.

But probably because of the extremely strong thirst for knowledge, consciously, I don't feel bored at all.

It wasn't until my eye sockets hurt and my whole body started to show signs of fatigue that I realized that I had been sitting in front of the workbench for almost a whole day.

I looked at the materials on the table where the "elements" were more and more precisely integrated, and I couldn't help but smile because of the great sense of accomplishment.

"Practice the last one and go to rest. By the way, you can call Lanbo and report my current situation." I said to myself, closed my eyes, and re-ignited the flame.

But it may be that the body has reached the limit of endurance, and this time I did not succeed in showing the impression of various "elements" in my mind.

The color in the whole line of sight becomes very subtle, and the overall color is a bit similar to the nude color of milk tea, but there are gray and white in it, and there is a