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

Outside the window is the last rays of the twilight, the golden sun, reflected in the canal-side street.

Under the red clouds, the night outside the window of Kapka did not feel the familiar noise and noise of Fang Yu - although the stars fell in the city, and every shop on the street was lit up, the streets were deserted.

Just like in this hall—

Everything was where it belonged, tall iron golems, various teaching aids, and a huge metallographic furnace that seemed to have been operated by someone, and the inside was shining with golden red. And after the night outside the window, the crystal chandelier above the head also shines brightly, making the hall suddenly bright as day.

But the empty hall was empty, and there was no one except Fang Yu sitting alone in the center of the parts and tools. The latter looked up at the scene, and only then did he remember the world where he was still behind the door—not Kapka, but the Hall of a Thousand Doors.

Fang Yu rubbed his forehead, which was a little tight, and then put down the tools in his hand. He let out a long breath, as if to vent the depression in his heart, and then stood up, walked slowly to the window, and quietly looked at the murmuring river outside.

In the dark environment, there was still a hint of crimson in the waves, but the crimson had faded into a deep blue-purple.

And then there's the lights.

He has been watching this scene for more than a month, and even if he is not tired of it, it is also a little too monotonous.

And Fang Yu didn't expect that the prompt would become a prophecy - he seemed to have endless time, but he would never be able to cross this level. He looked over at the parts scattered across the hall, and the moment the midnight of each day came—everything here would be restored to its original state.

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

Taking a step further from the highest quality 'A-grade' of the magic guide, it seems that it is only one step away, but it is close to the end of the world.

For a month, twenty-four hours, or half a month, he spent all his time in this place every day from the moment he opened his eyes, until he was exhausted. But he tried everything he could, and this step from ordinary to legendary was always like a moat.

Over and over again, he improved his control over each node, repeatedly improving his accuracy, but there was a limit to everything. When he came to a standstill, he was indifferent to both the work and the inspiration of the legend.

The improvement in accuracy has not moved for thirteen days, and there are even faint signs of retreating-

There is a limit to human patience, and these days he obviously feels that he is much more impetuous, but that obvious bottleneck is still in front of him, and he has no intention of moving.

He put what little experience he had into it, but it was a drop in the bucket for improving his skills. Fang Yu only regretted it a little at this moment, if he had saved a little bit of experience in the other levels before, maybe it would be just right now.

Of course, this is just wishful thinking, but he can't help but think so. Once in a difficult situation, one cannot help but regret every decision made before, which is not ridiculous, because it is a biological process of learning lessons.

Rightly or wrongly.

Little Miss Leprechaun sat quietly aside.

She felt every day and night, every anxiety Fang Yu experienced. It's just that the quietness and indifference in the girl's heart also affect Fang Yuan, so that her knight will not lose his calm.

She watched Fang Yu walk back from the window, pacing the hall with her head down, knowing that he had exhausted all means, but she stopped talking, thought for a moment, and seemed to have not yet spoken. But at this moment, a voice sounded in the hall:

"You're in trouble."

"Why not try something else?"

When Miss Fairy heard this, she glanced up and disappeared in time.

Fang Yu was slightly stunned, turned around, and saw a door open on the side of the hall—the door seemed to appear in that place out of thin air—and the tower keeper appeared behind the door in a white robe, and was slowly walking out, turning his head to look at him.

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

There is only the calm of an ancient well without waves.

"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 other methods, but what method he hadn't tried? But fortunately, the tower keeper didn't care about this, and only said, "Have you forgotten what happened before?" ”

"Before?"

"I gave you a hint before."

"Hint?"

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

It's just that after passing through the four red doors of the two, three, four, and five, he didn't get the relevant hints, so he forgot about it for a while. However, Fang Yu looked at the tower keeper, at this time, whether it was the Construct Lord, the Supreme Choice, the Immortal Knight and the Controller, what could he do to help him?

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

And it seems that until this moment, people will remember that the battle craftsman is really just a branch of the alchemist, not his job. The reason why the profession of alchemist came into being seems to have been forgotten over time.

It is first and foremost a craftsman.

And then the fighters.

And the warrior, is not its purpose.

Fang Yu recalled in an instant the two words he had said to him when he first met the tower keeper and Odin that day:

There are many who yearn for him, but how many have really attained it? ’

'Fighting craftsmen, not necessarily the right path, people always remember the glory, and thus forget something essential—'

What is the essence of a craftsman? The great alchemist Eddard may have pointed out such a path for people, he himself is the top genius of the dual elements adapting to shine in an era, and there are many paths to choose from on the road ahead-

Whether to become a dragon knight.

Or a combat craftsman.

All can leave a reputation for the past and the present.

But he chose a different path, one that opened a new era for mortals after the Numerin Elves.

The path was the same as the choice made by Fang Yuan's titular mentor, Hain Sailm, but coincidentally, the latter was also a student of the great alchemist. It seems that in a sense, Fang Yu took over this inheritance from the two of them.

Suddenly, he understood what he was supposed to do.

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

Alchemy and creation, as well as a range of blacksmithing, carpentry and material metallography, naturalist skills.

Fang Yu looked up.

The tower keeper nodded quietly to him.

Will strengthening these basic skills, which have nothing to do with the Battle Craftsman, improve his combat effectiveness? Fang Yu didn't know, but he only knew that this might be the only way to help him get through this difficult time. And that's the only thing he needs to think about right now.

He only thought about it for a moment before he made up his mind and clicked on it.

The enhancement of skills is no different from before, and there is no earth-shattering movement, it is just a subtle and silent change.

Fang Yu only watched as he raised the basic level of each skill related to forging and creation by one level, except for the change in numbers, there didn't seem to be any other differences that he took for granted. It's just that he pursed his lips, picked up a new material from the ground, and held it heavily in his hand.

And at that moment, an inexplicable feeling rose from his heart.

The soil of thought, which seemed to be a parched thought, was ushering in a hint of nectar, a gurgling source of inspiration, springing up from an unknown place deep in the heart, making a tinkling and pleasant sound in the darkness. Fang Yu naturally heard that voice - naturally, an idea arose in his heart.

In his hand was a piece of cold iron.

It's an arrogant metal.

It has an unruly aetheric conductivity, and its spirit properties make it difficult to tolerate other alloys.

Even the elves hate this type of metal because it's the enemy of the elves, and other than that, it doesn't seem to be of much use.

Therefore, even dwarven craftsmen rarely use this kind of metal to forge weapons and armor, except for some craftsmen in the deep underground, when fighting against the spirits there, they will consider refining such metal from minerals.

Cold iron glows in the dark, so it has been called the vein of light for a long time.

It's just that unlike Mithril, which was also born in the veins of light—

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

Fang Yu's heart suddenly rose with a touch.

It was in the dark, and his gaze passed through the limits of his imagination, as if he saw a cold and windy coastline - the winding coastline spread in the bitter cold, and those moon-white sharp rocks witnessed every difficult winter day on the Shore of the Scepter under the frost.

And it will be a long, ice-covered season, a king betrayed by his courtiers—under the lonely moon, walking with ravens.

The cold wind ruffled the sovereign's tattered cloak, the sword in his hand glittering with pale fire, and the realm of the living could no longer contain the will of the lone king, and wherever its iron hooves passed, as if with the spread of the Black Forest, only the long horn remained.

Whining echoed in Fang Yuan's thoughts.

The ice-cold metal in his hand was slowly changing shape.

Five streams of light are passing between the starry points of the structure. This is not the limit of multiple parallelisms, but Fang Yu closed his eyes, his mind was not distracted, and the light in his hand was almost visible, leaving five faint light patterns on the cold iron.

Shimmering with a faint, silvery glow.

When the tower keeper saw this scene, he raised his head and glanced at Fang Yuan.

Five-fold parallel.

Optical flow materialization.

At this moment, he no longer saw a teenager, but the starting point of a legendary craftsman.

The tower keeper knew that the man named 'Odin' never spoke without discount, but was only a genius in the eyes of ordinary people, and represented that he would appreciate it. The tower keeper has watched for a long time, witnessing the birth of many geniuses, but he understands that combat is not the whole point of a craftsman.

The tower keepers occasionally reminisce.

Why are you here?

He couldn't help but think of the original promise he had made.

It was only after a long time that he finally waited for a second person.

But now it is far from enough, the tower keeper silently looked at Fang Yuan, in fact, from the first pass when the other party entered the Hall of Thousand Gates, he attracted his attention. The tower keeper has seen many craftsmen, but there is only one type of person who will impress him in the first level.

A rock-solid foundation that testifies to their understanding of the nature of alchemy.

As it turned out, the boy did not disappoint him either. It is not a common thing to be able to make the tower keeper speak and remind, and many geniuses who pass by here have only left a faint glimpse in his heart, after a brief impression.

and vanished without a trace.

To his surprise, the boy only hesitated for a moment before taking his advice. He thought it was just plain, but later found out that it didn't seem to be the case.

This teenager with the same name as that person seems to have more secrets on him. And the tower keeper always felt that some of the other party's behaviors faintly made him have a familiar atmosphere - that was the way the Silver Tower acted, but the real Silver Tower had long since disappeared.

Anlother suddenly stopped thinking about it.

Because he saw Fang Yu not far away, he opened his eyes.

The first refining pass is over.

Fang Yu let out a light breath and looked at the cold iron in his hand, whose shape had faintly formed the rudiments of a shell - it was obviously the core tool of the alchemist, controlling the shape of the glove. But it's cold iron, after all, and it's much sharper than ordinary metal.

This makes the prototype of the glove already look cold and sharp.

It resembles the claws of a dragon, dark and gloomy.

But Fang Yu does not see the outside, but the inside. In the vast sky, every star is generous and brilliant at this moment, and among the countless structural points, it is like countless new stars are blooming.

It was a universe full of light.

It felt like it was only a moment, but two hours had passed silently.

There are still four hours left until midnight on this day.

Fang Yu only rested for a moment, and then began the second round of refinement, which came from the refinement skills of the basic theory of magic guidance of the Ishurian School. The second refinement was longer than the first, taking two and a half hours, but Fang Yu did not feel a trace of fatigue, but was in good spirits.

Knowing that he was almost close to success, he put down the outer shell of his glove and began to weave the inner capsule, using a rare animal fiber, the fluff of a jellyfish that lives above the sea of clouds, and some Mithril filament.

Fortunately, there is an inexhaustible supply of materials here, and there is no need for him to dismantle Parker's Mithril mask again.

After a few moments, the preparations were over.

Then there is the engraving of the internal circle, the selection of crystals, the cable plate and the magic engine unit, all kinds of inserts to ensure stability - and finally the cooling system. But these parts are also one by one when they are finished.

Fang Yu let out a sigh of relief.

He glanced at the time, there was still a quarter of an hour, but it was far enough.

He only closed his eyes for a moment before he began the final assembly, and the solid basic skills that had been solid for a long time provided him with the speed and precision beyond ordinary people at this moment, so that every movement was like art in the eyes of the tower keepers.

Ann Lother nodded slightly, this is the quality that alchemists and craftsmen should have.

and not the flashy surfaces that the outside world is pursuing.

Last minute.

On a cold night in Kapka, on the long street, the midnight bell is about to ring.

But before that, Fang Yu had already completed the most popular step. He was carefully pushing a moonstone into the slide under the glove in an almost sacred manner, when he heard a soft 'click'.

And this soft sound witnessed the birth of a legend -

Like the pair of daggers Fang Ou had made for Sister Alyssa, the system still didn't give him a chance to name the legend this time.

And when that legendary induction crept through his mind with his last work, the ethereal inspiration became real – and in his hands. The dark, sharp-looking gloves on his hands were given a name of their own:

Pride of the Lone King (Magician, Gear Level, S+)

Basic attributes: 112-127

Block Value: +470

Plug-in addition: dodge induction, defeat the enemy first

Special: Mana Repellent

Weight: 0.4kg

Interface/Output Occupancy: Shared by control gloves

'The Lonely King, don't be left behind-'

Required Level: Level 17 Combat Craftsman or related

There was a moment of silence in the hall, and you could hear the pins dropping.

Fang Yu took a step back almost solemnly before he raised the glove with both hands and gently placed it on the long table in the center of the hall.

This is the king's will, and the legendary creation is like a perfectly refracted work of art, as if it should not exist in this world. It's just that it is still presented to the world with the help of the hands of those top craftsmen.

Its attributes, as if they no longer mattered, as the words inscribed on it described: 'Lonely Lord, do not need to be left behind-', although it is still only an S+ rank, but it is clearly not on the same level as the dawn he gave to Sister Alyssa.

'Dawn' is more like the first cry of a new life, while 'Lonely King' is mature and steady.

When Fang Yu put it down gently

And at this moment, the bell of the cold night rang for a long time, and there was a soft sound in the hall, and the red door opened not far away, and behind it was a faint white light—that was the road to the eternal court.

Fang Yu raised his head and only looked at Kapka in the dark night outside the window.

For a while, there was no joy or sorrow in his heart.

He knew he had finally crossed this hurdle.

And after the sword of the world, the executioner Loofah of the twilight, the first alchemist to pass the test of the seventh level was finally born - Fang Yu walked forward and pushed open the seven hundred and eight wooden doors.

He didn't think much of it, because the eighth level was already in sight.

It's just that behind him, in the silence of Attaria at this moment, people don't seem to have figured out what kind of name should be given to this new alchemist.

Only the tower keeper watched him leave quietly, and then walked up silently.

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