Back at the smelter at the foot of the monastery hill, taking a few sips of water and smoothing his breath, Huggins moved his tired legs and pulled a simple hand-drawn map from his waist.

The location of the port is plotted in the center of the map, with more than a dozen black dots on the east and south sides, representing villages along the coast, the endless sea to the west, and the archipelago to the north.

The man first placed his finger on the harbor in the center: "It's a desolate place, it's a harbor, but there's only a sandy beach as far as the eye can see. ”

Move your finger all the way north.

Huggins tapped the archipelago with his fingertips: "I found that acquaintance who often goes to sea. He told me that there were several tribes of pirates in the Northern Isles, a few hundred of the smaller ones, and a thousand of the larger ones, who were at war with each other all year round. The passage to the south is now controlled by a tribe called the Black Skull. ”

Finally, covering his palm on the land to the east, the man thought for a moment and said, "I have inquired in these villages that have been plundered, and the pirates of the north will determine the time to go south according to the speed at which the snow melts. Some experienced old people speculated that this year's attack would not wait too long, that is, within half a month. ”

Todd nodded: "Half a month, that is, at the end of January and the beginning of February." With that, he beckoned to Huggins and motioned for him to come with him.

The two approached the innermost warehouse of the smelter, and Todd motioned for little Jerry, who was standing in the doorway, to open the door.

To Huggins' surprise, the windows in the room were all boarded up, and although it was daytime, it was dark and he couldn't see his fingers.

The monk lit the torches on the wall, and the man, who was slowly adjusting to the light, saw the slatted wooden box lying flat in the corner.

Huggins looked at the other in silence, knowing that there must be a reasonable reason for him to bring himself here.

Todd uncovered the plank, unwrapped the straw heap in the box, and carefully removed an item from it.

Huggins narrowed his eyes, and saw the true face of the object in the other man's hand through the light of the fire.

"It's ......!"

The man froze.

It looks like a crystal clear, but without the slightest edge and depression, the surface is engraved with a line of small characters in the ancient Taylor style, "Wealth changes hands, gods live forever", and the eyes of the watcher are dyed with colorful colors.

"This is a treasure from the ancient Terro period?!" Huggins suddenly remembered something, grabbed Todd's arm, and said solemnly, "You must not take this out!" Perhaps realizing his gaffe, the man added: "This will bring us trouble!"

Huggins's words sounded a bit inexplicable and inexplicable.

But Todd could see what he meant.

The husband is not guilty, but he is guilty.

Although glassware was common, at that time it was mostly green glass with many impurities and thick bottle walls (also known as German ancient glass in the previous life), or metallic glass from the south, which was expensive and complicated to make.

And such a perfect color, smooth shape of the handicraft in front of you, anyone who knows how to take a look at it, can immediately judge the high value of it.

Todd brought the small glass jug closer to some of the firelight, examined it carefully, and replied, "This is the glass artifact that Karin and I just made a few days ago, and I engraved that ancient Taylor proverb. ”

Huggins gasped behind him.

Under the light of the fire, the small pot looks a bit similar to the wine cup on the wine table in the previous life, and it looks like it looks like it from a distance, but there are many problems when you look closely.

Karin is a girl after all, her lung capacity is limited, and she can't shape it at will when she blows glass, so she can only make some simple shape products; on the glass wall at the bottom of the bottle, some bubbles are suspended in it, which is a failure of the furnace temperature is not high enough and her skills are not perfect; the connection between the handle of the small pot and the main body has a condensation formed by waste liquid, which looks a little ugly and unsightly.

What is a treasure in Huggins's eyes is a defective product in Todd's eyes. But this guy selectively forgets that the works he made before are not even "garbage".

Putting the pot into the wooden box, Todd said, "I understand what you mean, we who don't have any ability to protect ourselves, once we sell these things, we will inevitably attract the covetousness of others." So, I have a plan, you hear about it......"

Pirates of the North, Twilight Harbor, Exotic Exorcism, Glasswork, Ancient Tello Inscriptions, Ecclesiastical and Asceticism......

The Slavic man listened to the huge "plan" in the monk's mouth, his mouth opened wider and wider, and after listening to it, his first reaction was to say: "You are crazy!"

After a moment, he lowered his head, thought carefully again, shook his head lightly, and said, "How can this kind of thing succeed?"

Pacing back and forth in the room, glancing at the glasswork in the corner, Huggins fell into thought again, brushed the pigtails on his chin with his hand, and said in an uncertain tone, "Perhaps...... If we're lucky...... Maybe ......"

The man finally gave up thinking, shrugged his shoulders, and asked the monk, "I don't understand, why would you try such a dangerous plan?"

Hearing the other party's question, Todd had a moment of confusion in his eyes. The encounters of the past few days slowly surfaced in his mind, making his eyes firm again.

He touched the bridge of his nose, leaned his body against the wall, and said slowly while reminiscing about the past: "In the past, when Master Myris was here, I went to class every morning, went to the underground alchemy room in the afternoon, and fell asleep at night. Repeatedly, every day. I didn't feel pressured or overthought about the future. Maybe I think it's good that the days just go by. ”

The flickering of the fire illuminated Todd's face, and the monk's tone became gloomy: "After that, Master Myris did not say goodbye, and the Church used me as an instrument to encroach on the monastery, and the monks regarded me as a traitor to the world. My place is like this......"

He stretched out his palm, facing each other, getting closer and closer: "...... Squeezed, deprived. I slowly understood one thing, it turned out that I had always lived in a place of light, and my eyes were always in the direction of the sun. When the shadows hit, my footing, like this glass, is fragile and vulnerable. ”

"This plan may sound like a joke. But if I succeed, I might be able to build a shelter for us aliens, and if I fail, I'll just go back to square one. How about it, Brother Huggins, would you like to help me?" the monk straightened up and held out his right hand to the other.

The two in the room looked at each other, and Huggins suddenly asked a strange question: "Todd, do you believe in miracles?"

The boy thought for a moment and shook his head.

The man stepped forward, ignored the other party's outstretched hand, hugged his shoulder directly, and said with a smile: "I believe it...... The you in front of me are a miracle. ”