The seventy-third sunset in the world behind the door.

Outside the window was the last trace of dusk, and the golden setting sun was reflecting on the street beside the canal.

Under the red clouds, there was no familiar noise and bustle in Kapka outside the window - although stars were falling in the city, and every shop on the street was lit up.

There were bright lights, but the streets were as deserted as ever.

Just like in this hall——

Everything is where it should be, the tall iron puppets, various teaching aids, the huge metal furnace seems to have been operated by someone, and the inside is shining with golden and red light. And after the night outside the window, the crystal chandelier above the head

It also radiates brilliance from time to time, making the hall suddenly as bright as day.

But in the empty hall, there was no one else except Fang Plover, who was sitting alone in the middle of the parts and tools. The latter raised his head and looked at this scene, then remembered that he was still in the world behind the door - this was not Kapka

, but the Hall of Thousand Doors.

Fang Yu rubbed his tight forehead before putting down the tools at hand. He took a long breath, as if to let out the depression in his heart, then stood up, walked slowly to the window, and looked quietly

Watching the gurgling river outside.

Under the dark environment there, there was still a hint of red afterglow reflected in the waves, but the red had gradually faded into a deep blue-purple.

Then there are little lights.

He has been watching this scene for more than a month. Although he is not bored, it is still a bit too monotonous.

And Fang Yu didn't expect that the reminder would come true - he seemed to have endless time, but he would never be able to cross this hurdle. He looked over his shoulder and looked at the parts scattered on the floor in the hall, thinking that every day was like a piece of cake.

When the time comes - everything here will be restored to its original state.

But endless materials could not allow him to forge the works of his imagination.

Going one step further from the highest quality of magic weapon, 'A-level', may seem like only one step away, but it's actually a world away.

A month - half a month based on twenty-four hours. From the moment he opened his eyes every day, he spent all his time in this place until he was exhausted. But he used

Despite all efforts, the step from ordinary to legendary has always been like a chasm.

He improved his control over every node over and over again, repeatedly improving accuracy, but everything eventually had a limit. When he reached the moment when he stopped moving forward, neither the work nor the legendary inspiration was indifferent.

The improvement in accuracy has been without any movement for thirteen days, and there are even signs of retreat——

After all, people's patience has its limit. These days, he obviously feels a lot more impatient, but the obvious bottleneck is still lying in front of him, and he has no intention to move.

He put what little experience he had left into it, but it was of little use in improving his skills. Only at this moment did Fang Pulver regret it. If he had saved a little more experience in other levels before, maybe he would be just fine now.

Of course, this is just wishful thinking, but he can't stop thinking like this. Once in trouble, people can't help but regret every decision they made. This is not ridiculous, because this is a biological lesson learned.

the process of.

No matter right or wrong.

The little fairy lady sat quietly aside.

She felt the same every day and night and every anxiety that Fang Plover went through. But the quietness and indifference in the girl's heart also affected Fang Plund, preventing her knight from losing his cool.

She watched Fang Plover come back from the window, pacing in the hall with his head lowered. She knew that he had exhausted all methods, but she hesitated to speak. After thinking about it, it seemed that it was not the time to speak yet. But

It was at this moment that a voice sounded in the hall:

"You're in trouble."

"Why not try something else?"

When Miss Goblin heard this voice, she looked up and disappeared in time.

Fang Yu was startled for a moment, turned around, and saw a door opened on the side of the hall - the door seemed to appear out of thin air - the tower guard appeared behind the door in a white robe, and was slowly walking out.

, turned to look at him.

There seemed to be nothing in those silver eyes that could surprise the tower keeper.

There is only the calmness of an ancient well.

"Mr. Tower Keeper."

Fang Yu didn't know what to call the other party. He scratched his head - the other party asked him to try another method, but what method has he not tried? Fortunately, the tower guard didn't care about this and just said

: "Have you forgotten what happened before?"

"What happened before?"

"I gave you a hint before."

"hint?"

Fang Yu was startled, and a flash of lightning flashed in his heart. He suddenly remembered that he still had a reward to use.

It's just that after he passed through the four red doors 2, 3, 4, and 5, he didn't get the relevant prompts, so he forgot about it for a while. However, Fang Plover looked at the tower guard. At this time, whether it was

How can the Construct Lord, the Supreme Choice, the Immortal Knight and the Controller help him?

None of them have anything to do with the alchemist's profession.

And it seems that until this moment, people will remember that combat craftsmen are actually just a branch of alchemists, not their own profession. Why was the profession of alchemists born? In the long history, people often seem to forget this

a little.

It is a craftsman first.

Then there are the warriors.

And warriors are not its purpose.

In an instant, Fang Yu recalled the two words that the tower guard said to him when he first met and talked to Odin that day:

'There are many people who yearn for him, but how many have actually achieved it?'

'Fighting Craftsman may not be the right path. People always remember the glory, thus forgetting some essential things——'

What is the essence of a craftsman? The great alchemist Ed may have pointed out such a path for people. He himself is a top genius who has adapted dual elements and shines in an era. There are many paths ahead of him.

choose--

Whether it's becoming a dragon knight.

Or a battle craftsman.

All can leave a reputation that will shine through the past and the present.

But he chose another path, which opened a new era for the mortals after the Numerin elves.

This path is just like the choice made by Fang Plover's nominal mentor, Hain Pham, but coincidentally, the latter is also the student of the great alchemist. It seems that in a certain sense, Fang Plover

From these two people, I inherited this inheritance that continues to this day.

He suddenly understood what he should do.

He opened his system, and sure enough he found that after passing the sixth level test, in addition to the original craftsman's basic skills and ether theory, another series of his skills also lit up, which was the professional skill of alchemy.

Alchemy and creation, as well as a series of blacksmithing, carpentry and material metallography, and natural history identification skills.

Fang Plover looked up.

The tower guard nodded to him quietly.

Can strengthening these basic skills that have nothing to do with combat craftsmanship improve his combat effectiveness? Fang Pliance doesn't know, but he only knows that this may be able to help him get through this difficulty. And this is the only thing he needs right now.

Things to consider.

He thought for a moment before making up his mind and clicking on it.

The strengthening of skills is no different from before, and there is no earth-shattering movement. It is just a subtle change that moisturizes things.

Fang Yu only looked at the basic level of each of his skills related to forging and creation. After the basic level was improved by one level, except for the change in numbers, there seemed to be no other differences that he took for granted. He just pursed his lips and picked it up from the ground again.

A piece of material, heavy in the hand.

And at that moment, an inexplicable feeling arose in his heart.

It seemed that the soil of dry thoughts was welcoming a trace of nectar, and a gurgling source of inspiration emerged from an unknown place deep in the heart, making a tinkling and sweet sound in the darkness. Fang Plover naturally listened.

When he heard that voice - naturally, an idea came to his mind.

In his hand is a piece of cold iron.

This is an aloof metal.

It has unruly ether conductivity, and its spiritual properties also make it difficult to accommodate other alloys.

Even goblins hate this kind of metal - because it is the enemy of fairies, but other than that, it doesn't seem to have much effect.

Therefore, including dwarf craftsmen, few would use this kind of metal to forge weapons and armor. Only some craftsmen in the Deep Dark underground would consider refining such metals from minerals when fighting against the spirits there.

Cold iron will glow faintly in the dark, so very early in history people called it the vein of light.

It’s just different from mithril, which was also born in the veins of light——

The cold iron accompanying it will always be a shadow of the king, and it seems destined to symbolize the loneliness of the king.

Fang Yu suddenly felt moved in his heart.

It was in the dark, his eyes passed through the limitations of imagination, as if he saw a cold and windy coastline - the winding coastline spread in the severe cold, and those moon-white sharp rocks were covered with frost.
To be continued...