Of course, the house was filled with smoke, like the scene of an explosion in a confined space, and the dust was mixed with a pungent stench. Urs's gaze looked beyond Bellingis's head, and the limited visibility allowed our young people to see only paper papers scattered all about, overturned wooden tables and a bookcase lying on the floor, and piles of unnamed materials thrown down.

Urs couldn't help but wonder if she was really doing some kind of magic experiment, right?

Didn't Gloleiden say that her abilities were more skewed towards thieves?

In addition, she seems to be a bit reckless, is it really okay to be skillful?

Dear old friend, I'm not a babysitter with children......

The young man frowned slightly, secretly thinking that it would be better to investigate the new companion recommended by the old thief to him before making a decision, after all, he still believed that Gloriden's vision should be more reliable, not to mention that the old man had solemnly emphasized two sentences to himself that night-

"She may not be steady or a little noisy, but there is a special talent that neither I nor her illusionist father, Melhos, have mastered."

"What exactly is that talent? I don't know, but based on my own experience, I guess it's a craft that tries to combine a mage's spells with a thief's technique. ”

Combine the spells of a mage and the technique of a thief in the form of a craft......

Urs blinked, suddenly thinking of a possibility that matched the description, and his pupils inadvertently widened.

At the same time, Xia saw the dwarf girl burying her head in reading the letter, and after thinking about it, she slowly raised her finger and reminded the little girl: "That, Miss Bellingeris, your house ......"

"Oh, don't worry." Bellinglith raised her gaze and bared her teeth and smiled slightly, "I'm doing a novel experiment, trying to compress magic into a container of matter to make magic props. ”

"Magic items?" The stone fist on the side muttered in surprise.

The half-orc warrior monk's voice was only used to talk to herself, but the dwarf girl's ears were quite pointed, and she immediately caught the warrior monk's muttering, and replied casually: "Yes, it's not an ordinary magic prop, it's a special-special~don't~--magic prop!" ”

When the words fell, she seemed to be very proud, with a little swelling in her pride, her little head raised her chin and her chin squinted her eyes with an intoxicated expression of begging for praise, especially emphasizing the word "special" in her words.

Indicates that she does seem to be doing some kind of magical experiment to make magic items.

"It's just that I was so happy to hear Uncle Grolaydon's letter that I accidentally caught the trigger of a magic trap when I came to open the door...... Hee-hee. ”

With that, the reckless and clever little girl put her little head down, scratched her hair embarrassedly, stuck out the tip of her tongue, and continued to read the letter.

Everyone in the team looked at each other.

Time passed like this for a while, until the expression on Bellinglith's face changed from a lively smile to surprise, and then from surprise to surprise.

"Uncle Gloriden recommended me to join your adventure party and travel with you?!" She put the letter down at once, looked with pleasure at Koto, who was closer to her, and looked up at Urs, her boots on the tips of her feet, like a sparrow fluttering its wings in anticipation of the blue sky.

Urs guessed roughly what she was expecting, and replied truthfully, "Yes." Gloriden has recommended you to us, saying that you may be good enough to replace him. ”

"Oh my God, my uncle actually praised me like that!" The little girl's heart was so beautiful that she almost didn't jump up with joy, "Great! I'll just say I have what it takes to be an adventurer like my uncle! I've said this a long time ago, but unfortunately no one believes it, they all say I'm still young! ”

Koto and Urs stood side by side in front of her, their rough fingers in chained Mithril handmail, one carrying a warhammer and the other raised to scratch his hair, finding that his hair was covered by a horned helmet, and he stroked his beard in compromise, and his big brass eyes blinked a few times.

The dwarven warrior said in his heart that the fire is on the fire, this kid ...... Is she really ready? She was so small, smaller than herself, but she looked much thinner than herself.

Although the size of the dwarf seems to be like this. Gnomes and halflings are shorter than dwarves, but not as stout as dwarves, and dwarves are only short compared to humans and elves, normal dwarf males can grow to 140~150 cm!

Which is like a dwarf and a halfling? Gnomes and halflings are basically about 100 centimeters in size, which is called real "dwarves", and it is said that sometimes they can even be bullied by goblins with bad hearts.

Koto Hearth, the warrior of the clan and a valiant dwarf, couldn't help but make up his mind at this moment that if his captain really planned to let this little girl join the team, then he would have to watch her a little more closely in the battle. The king of the clan had taught him that a mature warrior should not only defeat his enemies in battle, but also protect his companions with a shield.

Especially the kind of companions who are not very mature in combat experience!

"Then again, you're saying you're making a magic item, and it's a special kind of magic item." Urs and the other little guy's enthusiasm cooled down a little and then asked, "If you don't mind, can you let us see it?" ”

"Of course, of course!" Belling Lisy nodded like pounding garlic, and immediately gave up a position to the door, "Come on, everyone come in and sit, let's go into the house and talk about more things!" ”

"But those smoke ...... in your house"

"Illusion—illusion."

The little girl said with a nonchalant expression, "I know you must smell something strange - but don't care, it's just a stinky cloud effect simulated by illusion, and as long as you don't believe it, it won't have any effect." ”

"The little gnome is right, Urs." Raven Finch suddenly stood beside Dorothy and spoke, a hoarse guttural voice leaking out from under the hood, "It's really just a low-level illusion, I can recognize it, and I don't need to use an air filter to get rid of the harmful gases that aren't there." ”

"Well......" the young man said with a glance back at Miss Poet, and said that I had no magic skills again, and then turned his gaze back, "but the bird's beak mask you wore on your face before...... Not for anti-virus? ”

"Magnifying glass, a tool for experimentation, used to measure small errors." As a matter of course, Bellinglith picked up the mask she had taken off, and stretched out a finger to poke at the mask's "eyes", and the two glass-encrusted wooden cylinders on the surface protruded from the rotatable adjustment, "For example, when you try to write some kind of magical rune on the ass of a little rat - voila, zoom in and zoom in, every hair can be seen clearly!" ”

Strange analogy......

She narrowed one eye, compared her thumb and index finger to a circle in front of the other eye, and did not explain her personal preference for the appearance and style, and then turned around and walked back to the smoky house.

Everyone looked at each other, followed suit, and according to Bellenis's method, they did not believe in the so-called illusion, and when they entered the house with the little girl, they found that the smoke and dust that filled the room were no longer pungent and choking, and the problem of obstruction of vision was no longer there.

It was a strange feeling, as if your gaze was in some special state, in the fog, but you could see through the fog, and by the way, confirm that the bookcase that fell to the ground should not be some illusion, proving that the little girl did accidentally touch it when she came to open the door.

Stonefist walked last, waiting for Thea, Jaybird, and Dorothy to come in turn and then led the door to the room.

Urs and Kotor followed Bellingis into the room, and the black-haired young man stooped down to pick up one of the paper materials scattered around the bookcase, and after looking at it, he took a surprised breath and found that the paper had a small stake-like misshapen weapon drawn on it.

Yes, the misshapen weapon - it was a blueprint, and the young man, because he had the memory of his previous life, could understand that what was drawn on the drawing was indeed an unconventional crossbow, and the shape of the crossbow was at first glance like a long wooden stake with a handle trigger attached, and a large annotation was written in lingua franca in the margins of the drawing.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, thinking that this kind of thing was not strictly speaking, but a crossbow, but another long-range weapon called "gun".

But not firearms, no gunpowder.

The ammunition fired with this fireless gun is actually ...... Magic!

In the blink of an eye, Urs understood what Gloridon's words meant, and confirmed his initial assumptions and guesses.

He must admit that he was a little shocked, because this little girl named Bellinglith is not simple - her greatest talent is neither thief skills nor spell-casting ability, but a pioneering and innovative thinking, and in the world of the game, it is not until the sunset version of the "magic knowledge" that officially enters the stage of history!

In other words, the little dwarf girl is ostensibly an illusionist thief, but in fact a future magician.

The difference between the Mage Technician and the Mage Craftsman is that the Mage Craftsman is good at "making" magic items, while the Magic Technician has the ability to "transform" magic items, combining the magic knowledge of item enchantment, scroll transcription, mechanism principles, alchemy, etc., with hands-on abilities as dexterous as thinking, to improve ordinary magic items into more flexible magic items.

As a simple example, Gloridon's Acid Fang Crossbow is a magic crossbow that can inflict strong acid damage and knockback on normal arrows that shoot out, but it cannot flexibly change the enchantment attributes, so that it can fire a strong acid bolt one second and a flame bolt the next.

Enchantment of magic is in a sense rigid and fixed, and the "modification" of conventional enchantments by the Maga Technician is aimed at this, channeling the rigidly fixed magic into a flexible and controllable energy - for example, the Magic Guide Gun designed by them can fire the mage's spells as ammunition for ranged weapons.

If you have studied the magic knowledge deeply and thoroughly enough, and the technology is superb enough, it is not impossible to create a magical version of the bazooka that can fire fireball magic infinitely, and that magical version of the bazooka can also freely switch between different spells such as fireball, lightning, ice pick, etc. in advance.

But if you're only scratching the surface of that advanced knowledge, then unfortunately, the product you've racked your brains for may end up being a magic wand that can be infinitely charged, and the recharge interval is about as long as it takes a crossbow to reload a bolt.

Because of this relationship, players in the game affectionately refer to the advanced profession of Wizard Technician as "Tech Nerd".

Urs now finds that there is such a small "tech nerd" in front of him, and he can't help but wonder what age is this? In the year of the candle, the plot version of the long night is approaching, and there is still about half a year before that time, and such a talent is unexpectedly discovered by himself beyond the times......

"No wonder Gloridon says that her special talent is a craft that tries to combine a mage's spells with a thief's technique." The young man nodded to himself, muttering the words to himself, and then raised his gaze to see that the little girl was picking up a metal "long stake" with a handle trigger attached to it from an overturned table.

Is that her magic bolt?

Regardless of the quality and stability of the finished product, it has already been invented by her?

The black-haired young man was stunned for a moment, and a word flashed through his mind-

Talented!

And also a very rare kind of genius!

Wall is on top, I have found a treasure......

Bellinglis, perhaps, was a little hairy and nervous, but her senses were as sharp as the old thief had complimented, and her ears were erected like cats on the sides of the ponytail, and her little head turned curiously to the young man.

"Big brother, you ......"

"Urs." The young man took the drawings, put away his shock, and gave her a friendly smile.

"Yes, Brother Urs." The little girl also smiled obediently, "You just said? ”

"Welcome to join us."

"Huh?"

"I said, welcome to the Thorn Squad, Bellingis." Knowing something, Urs kept a smile on his face and simply replied to her directly, "Gloridon's eyes are not wrong about your talent. If you don't mind, we'll be companions on our adventures in the future. ”

As the words fell, the young man half-squatted down, making himself roughly the same height as the little dwarf girl, and raised his arm to stretch out his clenched right fist.

Bellingis looked at Urs, blinked her big light brown eyes, and raised her hand to the latter's fist, "This is?" ”

"Simple etiquette between adventurers, representing the recognition of each other on both sides of the fist." Urs responded with a smile, and a memory of a scene in his mind also told him that -

Yes.

That evening, one night in the snowmelt moon, shortly after he and Thea arrived in Twilight City, he had also punched the old thief in an abandoned empty house in this form, like a wine glass splashing wheat and colliding with each other, indicating that the two sides were on the same page.

Urs's eyes were full of anticipation for the little girl.

Bellinglith stood there for a long moment, like the rest of the Thorn Squad, stunned for a moment after hearing Urs's abrupt final decision, and a few seconds later trotted over with a look of surprise on her face, raising her little fist and hammering it firmly into the young man's big hand.

The little girl looked really happy, and accidentally made the action of "hitting" the fist into a "hammer", and then began to spin and jump in place, like a bird of joy.

She'd wanted to go out for a long time, and she wouldn't miss this great opportunity to start her adventure in earnest—just as Urs wouldn't leave the treasure in front of her unpicked.