Chapter 1991: Spoils of War
Back in the magic airship, lying on the bed with my hands folded behind my head, I stared at the ceiling in a daze.
The so-called calamity, excluding natural disasters, refers to monsters with powerful destructive power.
But there is no difference between monsters and humans except for the difference in strength and size.
They all have to eat, they can all multiply, and they all have to die.
Since you can't escape death, you can't escape the possibility of being killed, otherwise there would be no such thing as crusade against calamity.
Once the monster is killed, the calamity will naturally be destroyed, so what do you need to do with the calamity record book?
Thinking of this, a thought suddenly flashed in my mind: Master Dewey had said before, 'Achilles who has been sleeping for thousands of years can be revived, who can guarantee that the calamity can also be resurrected', why did he emphasize Achilles?
Won't it ...... Master Dewey's purpose in finding the Calamity Record was to revive the Calamity that had been destroyed.
This...... Unlikely......
No, it can't be!
There's no reason for him to do that!
Money, status, power, material desires, reputation, these things that are sought after by the vast majority of human beings, and even fought for all their lives, Master Dewey has already accounted for them, and he is the winner of life, unless his brain is broken, otherwise he will never do such evil things that heaven and earth do not tolerate!
However, I could not understand why he was so desperate to get the Record of Calamity.
He even did not hesitate to emphasize at the end of the dialogue that even if the historical documents were not brought out, the record book of the calamity must be preserved.
Puzzled, I lay on the bed tossing and turning, and it wasn't until I didn't know how long it had passed, and I finally felt my eyelids sink.
When I woke up again, I was woken up by a series of knocks on the door.
Opening the door, the waiter stood respectfully at the door and reported: "Lord An Xiaoyi, the helper sent by Vicky Castle has arrived. ”
I answered, took a shower, changed my clothes, had another breakfast, and hurried off the airship.
More than twenty meters away from the airship, there were more than a dozen dwarves, each of whom carried a large box, presumably containing tools for mining.
I stepped forward and smiled, "You've done a great job. ”
The dwarves saluted in unison: "For the glory of Vicky Castle, for the glory of Master Dewey, for the glory of the Dwarf King, for the glory of the Goblin King, for the glory of Lord An Xiaoyi, we don't work hard!" ”
I smiled and nodded at them, and then said, "You must already know the purpose of this trip, right?" ”
The dwarves said in unison: "Yes, assist Lord An Xiaoyi in opening the mine!" ”
"Very good" I waved my hand: "Without further ado, let's go now." ”
It took us more than an hour to reach our destination.
When I came to the pit, I asked them, "Can you go down to this height?" ”
The dwarves nodded without hesitation and said, "Yes, Lord An Xiaoyi, this height is not difficult for us. ”
I nodded, and then asked, "Then when you're done, can you jump on it?" ”
At this time, the dwarves stopped talking, looked at each other one by one, looked at each other for a long time, and then shook their heads and said, "I'm sorry, Lord An Xiaoyi, we can't jump out of this height." ”
"Then let's make a ladder first," I said, "and then put it down when it's ready, and I'll pick it up below." ”
After that, he jumped and fell directly to the bottom of the pit.
After a while, the dwarves also jumped down one after another, looking at the dwarves jumping down like dumplings, I wondered, "What about the ladder?" ”
"Oh, where is it?" said one of the dwarves, pointing to the edge of the pit.
When I looked up, I saw a ladder that had just been made, and it fell down slowly, not the wooden ladder I imagined, but the rope ladder.
"Hey, you craftsmen have active brains, if it were me, you would definitely have to find a plank and make a wooden ladder."
"You're not right, Lord An Xiaoyi," a dwarf retorted, "This has nothing to do with whether the brain is active or not, but the nature of our work, as miners and craftsmen who smelt ore, we must know how to go deeper into the mine more conveniently, you are different from us, you are an adventurer, you don't know anything about mining and smelting, but you know everything about the adventurer's field, this is the art industry." ”
I was preached by the dwarves, and I was convinced.
Soon, the dwarves opened their toolboxes, took out their tools, and began to get busy, while I stood from afar and watched them busy.
It's not that I'm cheating and refusing to help, it's just that I can't intervene and don't know what to help.
When professionals make a move, it is best for amateurs such as me to stand aside honestly, and never interfere unless the other party asks for help, otherwise perhaps a well-intentioned act will be extended to help.
I know this very well.
My ability to barbecue is about the strongest not to mention the guild, but it's weak enough to cook ordinary stir-fried home-cooked dishes.
Passing by the kitchen one time, I saw that the fire on the stove was lit, and the dishes in the pot were constantly crackling, but I couldn't see the chef himself, so I wondered in my heart, who is it, the vegetables are still fried in the pot, and the figure is gone, so careless is not good!
So I was kind enough to use a shovel to help stir it up twice and turn down the flames.
As a result, tragic things happened.
The dish that I stir-fried and turned down the flame tasted bad, and there was a half-cooked fishy smell.
Afterwards, the proprietress gave me a stern lecture, which probably means that if you don't understand, don't meddle.
It had a huge impact on me and even changed my landscape.
In addition, there is also the dish with a terrible taste, which is still fresh in my taste buds and will never be forgotten.
Leaning against the earthen wall, silently watching the busy dwarves, I couldn't help but sigh.
The dwarves moved very neatly, and it took less than two hours to clear the Mithril wall.
Looking at the pieces of Mithril all over the ground, I don't know what to say, a professional deserves to be a professional, and the action is a quick one!
After doing all this, the dwarves put away their tools and began to pick up the Mithril nuggets everywhere, and put them into bags one by one, a wall of Mithril that filled four sacks.
Leaning the sack against the side, the dwarves gathered together and said, "Report to Lord An Xiaoyi, our task has been completed, please give instructions for the next step." ”
"No other instructions," I said with satisfaction.
After looking around for a moment, I was suddenly startled, and hurriedly called out to the dwarves who were about to climb up the ladder.
"Is there anything else, Lord An Xiaoyi?" The dwarves stood together in unison again.
Pointing to the four sacks of Mithril, I said, "Take them back and count them as your trophies." ”
(End of chapter)