A month later, Moriarty's carriage quietly drove into the city. Without stopping, the mage returned directly to the Olympus Garden. And when she saw her fiancé suddenly appear in front of her, Haiyuna was not surprised, did not shout, or even greeted her, but just leaned against the cold eaves, fell to the ground softly, covered her mouth and wept silently. More than 100 days and nights don't seem to be long; But for a young woman who is only in her twenties, for a woman who is always concerned about her lover, and for a woman who tries her best to be strong and self-defending in the face of various rumors of "caravan annihilation", it is indeed like a century of hardship.

After a few steps, Moriarty hugged his fiancée tightly in his arms, and it was only then that Hayarna leaned on her fiancé's chest and cried softly, which made people feel extremely distressed.

Soon, the news of Moriati's return spread as quickly as if it had grown wings.

That night, Schmidt and Lille rushed to Olympus to visit. Seeing Moriarty return unharmed, both of them couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. However, because of his military duties, Lille only spoke to the mage in a hurry and then left. On the contrary, Schmidt, who had been a quiet man in the past, had a long conversation with Moriarty in a small closed study for nearly an hour, and then went straight back to the Mage's Tower. As for the content of the conversation between the two, no one else, including Haiyna, knows anything else.

In the days that followed, apart from going to Hockenheim to report his return, Moriarty did not touch anything related to the magical realm, but stayed by Heyna's side wholeheartedly. And the newcomer Guderian was also strictly guarded by White, who did not allow him to interfere with the two-person world of Moriarty and Heryna at will. The silverbearded dwarf tried to secretly ask the mage about his magic equipment several times, but he couldn't succeed, so he could only follow White aimlessly in Aqua City for many days on end.

Fortunately, a week later, Moriarty finally took a break from Gentle Township at the shy urging of his fiancée and began to turn his attention back to his work. At the first moment, Guderian rushed to the mage like a hungry rabbit with his sledgehammer, and urged Moriarty to do everything he could to fulfill his promise.

"Guderian, what do you think of as an ideal magical warhammer?" Looking at the impatient silverbearded dwarf in front of him, Moriarty asked first.

"The ideal hammer? I really hadn't thought about this before, anyway, the more powerful the better, and it's best to shoot the enemy to death with a hammer. The dwarf thought for a moment, then replied solemnly.

For such an answer, White on the side only wanted to spit on the dwarf's head.

"Hehe, okay, I'll change the question. In the past, when you were fighting, who was the quickest and happiest you could beat with your hammer? Moriarty smiled and added.

"Of course, it's the bone-smashing (skeleton soldiers) and dead bodies (zombies) that are the most refreshing." Hearing this question, Guderian suddenly became excited: "You haven't seen the scene of me fighting with those guys, and I will definitely knock down a large piece of the scene." ”

"Good." Moriarty nodded.

As a heavy weapon, the Warhammer's frontal striking ability and attacking ability are definitely among the best of all conventional weapons. Especially for undead soldiers who need to be completely destroyed to destroy, and hoplites wearing armor, the lethality of the hammer is even better.

"And what are the enemies you least want to face?" Moriarty then asked.

"Huh... I hate elven archers, and I don't like to fight mages. Because they always like to hide and sneak up on you like annoying flies. The silverbearded dwarf paused, glancing at Moriarty's face. …,

"Anything else?" The mage just smiled.

"Then there are the evil spirits (ghosts) without bodies, and the black knights (death knights) who are harder than the shell of a turtle and cannot be shaken away." Speaking of this, as if remembering some "sad things" from the past, Guderian suddenly sighed.

"Okay. In that case, your ideal Warhammer would be one that can destroy the ethereal spirits and wreak havoc enough to damage the Black Knight's Dread Armor. Right? Moriatilo concluded.

"Yes, that's it, you're so right! If I had a hammer like this in my hand, I wouldn't have to be afraid of Dejia's undead cubs. Guderian immediately shouted, and then asked urgently: "Then how long will you be able to help me do it?" ”

"Hehe, it will take about a year." Moriarty thought for a moment and replied.

"Ah, how long is it going to take?" Obviously, in the heart of the Silverbeard Dwarf, he longed to sleep with his new magical warhammer in his arms tonight.

"Oh, you think it's slow?" Glancing at Guderian's bitter gourd face, White suddenly stepped forward and said in a quiet voice: "I said Moti, the magic shield you promised me last time hasn't been completed yet, right?" Is it to put the hammer back in advance? ”

"Huh?" Seeing that White jumped out to cut off his beard, the dwarf immediately dispelled the idea of bargaining again, and immediately made a price and said, "Okay, Morty, you said that one year is one year." I'll listen to you! But you can't put it off any longer! After speaking, he glared at White indignantly.

"So... Well, your hammer takes precedence. After weighing it for a long time, Moriarty finally nodded in agreement under Guderian's eager and restless gaze.

And in this regard, the silverbearded dwarf also cheered as if he had won a great battle.

For most of the following months, Moriarty returned to the precise and boring rhythm of life like a clock. Twenty-four hours a day, most of the time spent alone in the studio. In addition to this, early morning jogging and regular sword training are never interrupted.

On the weekends of the week, Moriarty would drop all her work and concentrate on spending time with Hayna, cooking together, going out shopping, visiting Schmidt at the Mage's Tower, and so on.

Strangely, while Moriarty has devoted most of his energy to the study of alchemy and magic, the output of alchemy products in his Earth studio has been decreasing month by month. Especially in the past two months, the alchemy studio has even begun to sell alchemy potions in limited quantities due to insufficient production capacity. In response to all kinds of suspicions and explorations from the outside world, Moriarty has always remained silent and has not made any response.

But on the other hand, through Guò Hockenheim, Earth Studios has been constantly buying a lot of alchemical raw materials, including ink crystals and red crystals. In just half a year, Moriarty spent 50,000 gold coins on the purchase of high-quality red crystals. In addition, Moriarty even inexplicably purchased a set of alchemy drawings for gargoyles from the Academy. And for this, Earthstudio once again spent more than 10,000 gold coins in royalties, and this is a discounted price based on Moriarty's status as a registered alchemist.

If it weren't for the same period, the Blue Crystal City Defense Army added a whole batch of orders for armor-piercing series arrows to several major alchemy studios, and Moriarty received an additional amount of patent fees, I'm afraid that Earth Studios would really fall into bankruptcy.

As for Moriarty's series of unusual actions, Haiyuna did not interfere or hinder her, let alone chatter about why, but did her best to help her fiancé take care of many daily affairs in the alchemy studio, and tried her best to calm the hearts of the apprentices and craftsmen. Until one night, Moriarty led his fiancée into a real room in the central processing unit, and what appeared in front of Haiyana was a gargoylee made of red crystals, constantly flapping its wings, hovering in mid-air. …,

"Morty, what is this?" Looking at the magic golem that glowed as red as a jewel under the magic light, Haiyuna was amazed.

"My latest creation: the Red Crystal Gargoyle." Moriarty glanced at his fiancée and said.

"Red crystal gargoyles? God, how is this possible? Haiyana still couldn't believe what she was seeing.

"Why can't it be?" Moriarty smiled and snapped his fingers at the golem, and the gargoyle flew up to Hayurna's body and began to spin around her.

"I've seen gargoyles in my father's mage tower, and they look very different, and their flying movements are different." Haiyana's eyes kept moving with the rotation of the red crystal gargoyle as she spoke.

"It's really not the same, because the driving circles and structures of the two are completely different." Moriarty was another puppet, and the gargoyle flew back to where it had been, floating silently in the air.

"Could it be that Morty has revolutionized the gargoyle's inner alchemy array?" Hearing her fiancé's words, Haiyuna suddenly shifted her gaze from the magic puppet to Moriarty, and said in surprise.

"Sort of." Moriarty smiled faintly, but there was no color.

In fact, most of the alchemy structure of the Red Crystal Gargoyle was inherited from the Dark Crystal Gargoyle that Moriarty occasionally purchased from the Moon River Guild. Through the perfect decomposition of the crystal book and the retrospective restoration of the crystal book for nearly a year, as well as the design ideas of the knock-off version of the puppet, Moriarty finally solved the secret of the alchemy circle of the ink crystal gargoyle with great difficulty, and finally succeeded in materializing it.

"However, even if Morty develops a new puppet alchemy array structure, how can you make the extremely hard mineral of red crystal obey your shape? Even before the Big Bang, alchemists at the time could not do this, and could only use magic to shape softer rocks to create gargoyles! At this time, Haiyuna asked again in confusion.

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