"What do you think, kid of the Ability Department? Hurry up, I'm busy. Anglo urged.

"Oh, here we are. Al tugged down on his sleeve to keep the armband from being seen.

Newcastle had warned him not to tell anyone else about the armband, and now it seems that there may be some truth. Anyway, until the origin of the armband is finally figured out, it is safest to keep this matter a secret, this is what Al thought after seeing the stone.

"Click", André lit the only light in the room, and all the furnishings in the room became clear.

Countless drawings and iron chests almost filled the small room, and Al had no choice but to rely on Anglo to make his way ahead.

"You're welcome, just sit casually. Anglo put the empty flasks on the display shelves, where there were already a dozen or so empty flasks.

"I really didn't think to be polite, Minister Anglo, but where am I sit?" Al was a little worried as he looked at the mountain of drawings.

"I'm sorry, Al-san, Mr. Anglo has always been like this. Andrei expertly found two chairs from the pile of drawings and moved them to the middle of the room.

Anglo sat down directly on the iron box covered with drawings, it seemed that the real masters were free and eclectic, and Al could only think of such a reason.

"Ability kid, I heard your ability sequence hasn't been finalized yet, so let me take a closer look at your unusual arm. ”

"Do you have any clue?" Al pinched his left arm, where there was still some pain.

"Perhaps, when I was young, I traveled on the continent for a while, and I saw a lot of strange things, maybe I know your abilities. ”

Anglo opened the iron box next to him and took out a bottle of strong vodka from inside, it seemed that the iron box in the room was probably alcoholic drinks.

Al rolled up the sleeve of his left arm to his elbow, deliberately not revealing the armband, and under the light of the fluorescent lamp, the dark red arm was still hideous and terrifying, as if it had a layer of blood attached to it.

"Born with red arms, they contain terrifying power. "Anglo rarely looked a little more sober, and though he still looked like a drunken old man with a red nose, his eyes were extremely sharp.

"Do you find anything unusual about this arm?" asked Anglo.

Al recalls his past experience, and if anything, it could only be the "inexplicable voice", hysterical, morbid, and insane.

"Sometimes when I'm overly angry, there's a voice inside me, more precisely from my left arm, that incites me to kill, to harvest life, and even to erase everything I hate. And the more angry I get, the more he eats away at my sanity and wants to turn me into a bloodthirsty monster," Al spoke more and more slowly, "I even feel that one day that voice might take my place as the new master of my body." ”

Anglo and Andrei listened quietly, and in fact their hearts were greatly touched.

"It seems to me that I'd rather classify it as a disease than call it an anomaly," Anglo wiped the wine stains from the corners of his mouth, "I've seen a similar illness before. ”

"What?" said Elten stood up, "Minister, are you sure you've met anyone with the same symptoms as me?"

"Al, don't get excited, listen to Mr. Anglo continue. André patted Al on the shoulder and motioned for him to sit down first.

"That was a long time ago. Anglo's voice suddenly became old-fashioned, and he stared at the map of land and sea hanging on the wall, as if he was caught in a memory.

"As you may have heard, we Dwarves are troglodytes, and our homeland is in Ironforge, far from humans and other races, where there is an abundance of minerals and wealth. But on the night of the Scarlet Moon, the Dwarven Tribe's Prophecy Gem turned red, and our tribe was finally cursed by the Goddess Nature due to the overexploitation of the metal minerals in the heart of the earth. There was a deep fear in Anglo's eyes, as if he were telling of the horrors he had personally experienced.

"Red meteorites descended on Ironforge from the Crimson Moon as my people celebrated the excavation of a massive gold mine, unaware of the danger. My parents and some other dwarves who were still working were witnesses to this catastrophe, and when they returned from the earth to the surface, they felt as if they had arrived in hell, and the dwarves in the castles on earth were killing each other like crazy, and no one could stop them but death. ”

"In the aftermath of the Catastrophe, my parents, sensing the danger of spreading, led the rest of their tribe to the distant Mangyuan Mountains to start living anew, but due to the curse, the dwarves' lifespans dropped dramatically, to almost the same level as you humans. ”

"Do you feel like the story I'm telling has nothing to do with your abilities?" asked Anglo.

"Hmm—" Al nodded.

The catastrophe of the dwarves is indeed bizarre, but it may also be a punishment of nature's greedy nature, the laws of nature are above all things, and the Creator will not show mercy to anyone who violates them.

"Next, that's the point," Anglo poured half a bottle of liquor into his mouth, his face flushed, "Have you heard of the Tower of Exile?"

Andre and Al looked at each other and shook their heads at the same time, they hadn't heard of this obscure name, but it didn't seem to be a good place to hear it.

Anglo spat out a gulp of wine and narrowed his eyes.

"It was a lightning-stricken lawless land, at the junction of the Joseph, Eton, and Shylock empires, which did not belong to either of the three imperial powers, and the territory was barren and redland, a lifeless valley, almost uninhabited, and the land was scorched black by the perennial lightning strikes. But it is also in the center of the place that there is a tower that sticks into the dark clouds, and those who know it call it the 'Tower of Exile', which is said to hold the world's most dangerous prisoners, and the tower is suppressed by the strongest man in the human world, 'Sword Saint Gandalf', located at the top of the tower. ”

"The Tower of Exile I mentioned once held a 'Crimson' infected person, whose symptoms were very similar to those of the cursed dwarves, yes, most likely the one El had infected. Of course, this is only my personal speculation, after all, I have never been to the Tower of Exile myself, and the news I have only received comes from the Dark City on the edge of the area, a place where all kinds of people mingle. ”

With that, Anglo's gaze fell back on Al's arm.

"Minister Anglo, I'm probably not a paranormal at that point, am I?"

"No, I'm just speculating, and as for the other personality you're talking about, I haven't heard anything about it, but the state you describe after falling into madness is very similar to that of a 'scarlet' person, the difference is that it is absolutely impossible for the infected person to return to his original state, at least as far as I know, no. ”

The flame of hope that ignited in Al's heart slowly extinguished again, in fact, it didn't matter to him whether he was an alien or not, he just wanted a normal life, after all, the cold eyes and ridicule from outsiders Al had endured it for too long, he was innocent, and he shouldn't have endured this.

"But don't worry about it for the time being, Brother Russell found me for your arm," Anglo's solemn face softened, "Andre, go and get that drawing from my workbench." ”

"Teacher, which one?" Andre looked at the two drawings on the Anglo desk, not knowing which one was what the Anglo wanted.

A pale red drawing is half-rolled, only the intricate lines exposed on the outside can be seen, and the other pale blue Andre can be roughly recognized, the complex and fine lines outline the body of a mecha samurai, the parts list in the lower right corner is densely packed, and the signature at the bottom is "Mech Fighter No. 1", which is an upgraded version of "Mech Fighter No. 1".

"The red one. Andrei said casually.

Al was confused when he took the drawings from Andrei, he didn't know what Anglo had suddenly given him the drawings for, hadn't he been talking about the arm?

"That, Minister Anglo, can't read the drawings. Al felt a little embarrassed.

"You open it first, browse it, you don't need to understand it. Anglo shook his head, indicating that none of this was the point.

Al slowly unfolded the hard drawing, and when he saw the object depicted on the drawing, Al was fascinated by the dense and delicate pattern, and the straight and tough strokes outlined the shape of a hand armor, modeled after the steel gauntlet of a medieval knight, and the two eye-catching large characters "Steel Bone" in the lower left corner of the detail bar.

"Minister Anglo, what is this?"

"I named it 'Steel Bone', and it was designed for you," Anglo pointed to Al's left hand, "Wearing it on your left hand allows you to match the strength of your left hand more precisely and conceal things you don't want to be seen, but I haven't figured out the material yet." ”

"So Mr. Anglo was working on this last night?" said Andrei, looking at the "Steel Skeleton" drawings as he analyzed the data of the new weapon with the goggles in front of him.

"Mr. Anglo, according to the analyzer's calculations, ordinary metals may not meet the standards of strength and lightweight that you require. ”

"Of course I know that, so I have a limited choice of metal, but I already have an alternative in mind, and the metal I need is only available at the Imperial Military Academy. Anglo swore by it.

"Well, can I ask how this thing is used?" Al asked, "and I'm a little curious as to what Minister Anglo means by metal, and from my years of experience with metalwork, I think your standards are a little too high, at least I've never heard of such a metal, where strength and quality are so demanding." ”

"Hmph, boy, there's a lot you don't know, learn slowly," Anglo shifted, "There is a metal material in this world that is different from other metals, because this metal is not naturally formed, but a variety of metal minerals are combined through unimaginable high temperature and high pressure, and this metal must be cooled for thousands of years after formation before it can be used to make weapons. ”

"The most important point is also essential," Anglo paused, his face a little smug, "it must be made by our dwarven master blacksmith himself, because this metal is particularly sensitive to external forces, you heard it right, it is like a living thing, and forging this metal requires a hammer like no other." ”

"As for the hammer, you have already seen it, it is the 'Wind Hammer'. ”