Three gentle knocks sounded on the door, and there were two pretty female voices, "Is it the Holy Son?" Zheng Ming replied flatly, "Well" At this moment, he seemed to be back in the wilderness, listening to You'er's nagging over and over again.

Memories are a bowl of bitter medicine that can never be drunk, soothing the wound while making people forget its bitterness.

A cherished word, a cherished word, and there was a sweet sorrow in that cherished voice......

Yo'er...... How are you doing......

The "creaking" sound of opening the door interrupted this thought, Zheng Ming came back to his senses, looked at the door, and saw Milian leaning against the door frame, looking at him with the same unknown meaning.

It seemed that he was uncomfortable with Milian's eyes, Zheng Ming took the initiative to ask, "Why are you here" and then seemed to remember something, "By the way, you can replace the two of them, I don't need others to serve"

Milian didn't know what he thought, his face was a little red, and he secretly scratched his nails before he said, "I'll change your clothes, it's time to get down to business" and then Zheng Ming didn't know what was going on, in short, he didn't know why, Milian changed his clothes for him, and he didn't prepare at all.

Looking at the direction of Milian's departure, Zheng Ming lost his mind for a while, and then saw his messy clothes, so he had to take them off helplessly.

By the time Milian was outside urging, ten minutes had passed.

Today's robe seems to be different from usual, I don't know if it's an illusion, although the style is still the one he usually wears. But he always felt a faint aroma on it.

When Zheng Ming and Milian appeared on the ground together, they could still see a lot of elves surrounding here, and none of the elves bothered them now, but quietly watched them go away.

After they left, some of the female elves screamed, they were so handsome, and I wanted to give him monkeys or something......

Inside the Council Chamber.

A group of elf high-ranking people rushed here after receiving Zheng Ming's consciousness, not thinking about how long they might wait here, and among these people who were sitting there were those who participated in the council for the first time.

The only difference is that those black elves have a seat that belongs to them, and there is a middle-aged man sitting on the seat, who is also dressed as a black-robed elf, and the rest of the black-robed elves are standing silently behind him, and there are also black elf elders who played more roles last time.

As the door of the council room creaked, the elves fell silent, staring at the man and woman who walked through the door.

"Something has happened in the past two days, so the council has postponed it a little, don't be surprised" Zheng Ming politely apologized to everyone present, and at the same time came to the head of the case with Milian, first pulled out a chair for Milian, and then sat down in her place after she sat down elegantly.

"Mirigan, you're here" Milian's words attracted Zheng Ming's attention, and he also followed Milian's line of sight, the other party just replied lightly, "Come", and looked back at Zheng Ming with the same interest, the two looked at each other and smiled, and then got to the point.

"Let's not talk too much, let's go straight to the point, presumably what is on this table is the roster you submitted" Zheng Ming pressed the corner of the roster with his index finger, and let the roster roll here on the table, but his mouth didn't stop for a moment, "I won't look at the roster, I guess no one wants to have any more incidents, I have already planned the way to get money"

Zheng Ming paused for a moment, seeing that everyone's attention was on him, and continued, "Teacher, your magic control is the best, please do me a small favor and make a small thing" Saying, he also found a blank piece of paper, and painted something on it, between the paintings, Zheng Ming's mouth still leaked a sweet smile from time to time.

When the elves began to get impatient, he stopped writing and called it a day, "Teacher, let's see, can this be done?"

The other elves craned their necks and curiously peeked at the contents of the paper, which looked like a kind of container.

In fact, it is painted as a kind of container, and in another world, the material of this container has its own name - glass.

"I'll show you what it's made of" Under the prophet's puzzled eyes, Zheng Ming used the yellow earth attribute magic power, condensed a small piece of soil at his fingertips, and decomposed this piece of soil in the previous way, leaving only six different energies in the end.

Unlike last time, he did not directly use these energies, but chose to compress and transform these six energies to form six different substances.

The elves present were not as strange as the prophets had seen such a method among themselves, and no one had ever thought of the use of magic before, or rather, it was completely out of the realm of magic, and it could almost be said that they were creating.

The reason why Zheng Ming was able to do this was because he was familiar with the molecular structure of these things, as long as he used magic to construct a molecular construction environment, he could be regarded as stained with the light of his predecessors.

Ignoring the fanatical emotions of the elves, Zheng Ming held these six substances in front of the prophet, and said, "This is the composition of the container, the construction principle is still the same, the magic power of the soil attribute summarizes the whole nature of the soil in a larger sense, and these six components will not be missing" As he spoke, he constructed six magic prototypes on his left hand for comparison. What about these magic archetypes, the teacher can first perceive them, they have the breath of the earth attribute, but in a strict sense, these little things are no longer the real earth attributes, they have their own names" Then he put his eyes on his right hand "Looking from left to right, this white-yellow particle is called quartz sand, the white powder is boric acid, the larger white lens is called barite, this white powder with a different breath is barium carbonate, and finally this white stone is called limestone"

Through Zheng Ming's narration, everyone wrote down the names of these substances, and from the faint energy fluctuations in his left hand, they could also perceive the difference between the six substances, but it was shocking that Zheng Ming could accurately distinguish them, and it seemed that Zheng Ming was still very familiar with these substances, and the names had already been chosen.

If Zheng Ming knew what the elves were thinking now, he would definitely feel ashamed, this was all the crystallization of the wisdom of the previous people...... However, even if he knew, he wouldn't tell them how they came to work.

Seeing that the prophet didn't pay attention to the six energies anymore, Zheng Ming shook his hand, and the six energies turned into points of light and reintegrated into the air, and finally handed the six substances on his right hand to the prophet.