Rebecca was obviously quite useful when she received Gawain's compliment, and she almost didn't wag her tail and ask for a few more compliments (if she had a tail), while Gawain carefully observed the structure of the new furnace after the compliment, and he had already discovered that there were many things on it that he had not originally designed, and some of these extra structures could be Hammel's modifications based on blacksmith experience, and the other part was definitely Rebecca's handiwork.

Hammer didn't know how to make changes to runes and circles.

"What is this structure for?" Gawain pointed to the connected pedals, connecting rods, and iron plates under the furnace, which seemed to be very delicate, probably made by Hammer with a hammer, some of them fit together with the stone slabs on the ground, and the other part seemed to be related to the structure of the furnace, which gave Gawain some vague associations.

"Oh, Ancestor, didn't you say that you want to let the blacksmith, who is an ordinary person, also control the opening and closing of the circle? That's how I designed it," Rebecca said with a smug face, "Although the new furnace can be used continuously, it also needs the ability to shut down, so you see, this pedal can control the movement of this iron plate, there is one rune on the iron plate, and on the obsidian plate of the furnace body is another rune, this pair of runes has no effect if they are separated, but when combined, they become part of the whole circle......"

Rebecca said as she demonstrated to Gawain, and she pressed the pedal hard, and the iron plate attached to it flipped over and fit into the groove under the furnace, and Gawain saw that the back of it was engraved with the basic elemental rune—the missing part of the furnace's magic circle.

It's a switch, an extremely simple, yet creative structure.

Before the appearance of this thing, magicians basically used their magic power to control the operation of the magic circle.

But blacksmiths don't know how to control magic, so they clearly need it.

After the iron plate was flipped up, the magic circuit of the entire furnace was connected, and Gawain felt a slight air flow in the air around him, and then some flickering lines appeared on the surface of the stone slab on the ground, and the magic arrays on the side of the furnace also began to activate, and the runes on it lit up one by one - firewood had already been put into the furnace, and at this moment, with the activation of the magic array, these firewoods actually began to burn directly, and suddenly a raging flame was raised, far more vigorous than the flames of firewood burning under normal circumstances. More searing!

Rebecca had loosened her foot, but the iron plate had been held in place in the groove of the furnace by the help of the tooth of the mechanism, and although the entire structure was completely inaccurate compared to that of an industrial product, it was clearly in perfect working condition due to the fact that it only needed to push the rough rune up to take effect.

"Step on it again and you'll be back!" Rebecca smirked at the teeth between the connecting rods, "I've named this whole thing 'Rune Trigger', which is a mechanism that can be pulled using runes as conduction!" Let me tell you, don't think it's easy to just take apart a few runes and reassemble them, but I've been testing them for a long time before I'm sure this pair of runes is the most stable and versatile combination......"

Girl, you've given this thing a super B-style name!

Seeing Gawain's somewhat stunned eyes, Rebecca finally stopped the constant balabala caused by overexcitement, and said with a little hope and nervousness: "That...... Ancestor, what do you think of this thing? By the way, except for this rune trigger, the rest of the stove was modified by Hammer. ”

"Very well, very well, you two are doing well," Gawain said from the bottom of his heart, and then noticing that the old blacksmith was not there, he asked curiously, "Where has Hammer gone?" ”

Rebecca scratched her hair: "Because it takes more blackstone and red clay to build a new furnace, he took a few apprentices and the expedition team to the mountains to find materials—the expedition team came back yesterday and mentioned that they had seen blackstones in the mountains. ”

Gawain sighed, and then suddenly remembered that he was looking for Rebecca, so he patted his head: "Ah yes, I have something to do with you - you take a look at this first, do you have an impression?" ”

As he spoke, he pulled out a grayish-black, unsightly piece of cement: the last piece of "scrap" he had left on his hand after the sample he had given to Hetty.

Rebecca recognized it the moment she saw it, "Ah, isn't this the waste I burned before?" ”

"Look closely," Gawain saw that Rebecca herself hadn't noticed that the "slag" she had burned was actually mixed with something else, "do you see these crystals one by one?" Do you remember how you burned these things? ”

Rebecca noticed the fine particles, to be honest, because the burned waste slag looked similar, she couldn't identify which furnace this was by sight, but fortunately she strictly followed the "operating rules" explained by Gao Wen, and carefully recorded the material ratio, time, temperature, and kiln number when she fired each furnace sample, as long as she was sure that it was from the first few batches of samples, and then restored all the records of the day. It's easy to determine where these things came about.

Hearing that Rebecca made a record seriously, and it was easy to restore the details of the operation at that time from the record, Gawain was really relieved: in the context of this era, the words "detailed record" almost do not exist in the minds of ordinary people, only magicians who are obsessed with various magical studies will have a superficial concept in this regard, but Rebecca is not a magician who can engage in research, her fireball technique has always been only big, super-large, super super-large, I don't know how big it is. So this girl hasn't developed any habits of doing experiments at all......

But fortunately, she is very obedient, and she is not sloppy at all about what Gawain tells to do.

While Gawain is researching how to introduce the "art of explosions" into this era as soon as possible, a half-elf thief who has eaten and drunk enough to be idle is wandering in the dense jungle of the Dark Mountains.

Of course, the more high-sounding way to put it is to patrol the borders of the territory and search the dark mountains for potential danger and riches...... Anyway, it almost means the same thing, but anyone who knows her knows that this is just touching the fish.

Carrying two beloved little daggers, humming a song that is not in tune, Amber jumps between rocks and branches as if walking on flat ground, with the help of the ubiquitous shadows in the mountains and forests, her figure will disappear into the air from time to time, and then suddenly appear dozens or even hundreds of meters away, sometimes the figure flickers, and there will be an extra wild fruit picked from nowhere on her small dagger, and then it will be thrown away by two bites.

This dimly muffled mountain woodland is a heavenly kingdom for Amber, who is both an elf and a master of shadows.

"Hah...... What a great place to stay......"

Standing on the branches of a large tree, Amber stretched comfortably and sighed leisurely.

Although she was frightened by the prestige of the Dark Mountains when she first came here, and even had the idea of whether to find a chance to escape, after staying here for a while, she realized that this place was really the same as the seven-hundred-year-old zongzi said - it was not so terrifying at all.

Also, hundreds of years have passed since the Demon Tide, and those monsters have been blocked in the Gondor wasteland by the Great Wall and the Dark Mountain Range, and the north side of the mountain range is equivalent to being protected by layers, how can there be any danger.

Those guys in the north really scared themselves and were scared out of their hearts.

Amber unconsciously mocks the "people of the north" who are too famous to come here because of the bad name of the Dark Mountains, completely forgetting that she was one of these people not long ago.

She stayed on the branch for a while, and when the cool breeze was blowing, she fell straight back from the tree with her hands outstretched.

Halfway through her fall, she entered the Shadow Form, the power of the Shadow enveloping her and instantly transporting her into a world that was parallel to the real world, but almost impossible for anyone to step into.

The sound of wind and insects and birds in the woods faded away in an instant, and the amber fell lightly to the ground, standing in a quiet and monotonous world.

The dense forest was gone, and there were only clumps of strange rocks and rugged mountain paths, and a few dead tree trunks lay sideways in the mountains, and the monstrous branches pointed like sharp teeth into the gray and gloomy sky of the Shadow Realm.

This black-and-white world is as unsettling as the fabled land of the dead, but for Amber, it's a place of reassurance for her.

Standing here, you will feel at home.

But in the past, Amber didn't come here very often.

Despite her talent for shadows, Amber had not been able to enter the Shadow Realm anytime and anywhere before, she could only roughly sense the "border" of this world, and it was easier for her to reach it than ordinary stalkers, but it was very difficult to completely cross the border, often requiring a long period of meditation, or with the help of some magic items and potions.

But since leaving Cecil's Territory, the process seems to have become a lot easier.

As long as you concentrate, you can feel the existence of the border, and as long as you mobilize the power of the shadow, you can easily cross the border.

After a period of familiarity and adaptation, she was able to even jump into the Shadow Realm in a fancy way like she did now......

Although she is not a scholar specializing in the power of shadows, nor is she a mage with a "supernatural sense of smell", Amber herself is not stupid, and she vaguely guesses that the Shadow Realm has become easy to enter is not because her shadow affinity ability has improved by leaps and bounds (of course, there must be progress), but that the world itself is probably changing, and there is some kind of force that has caused the walls of the Shadow Realm and the current world to loosen.

But so far, its loosening should be extremely slight, and only you, the "freak", can feel the change.

If you regard the changes in the Shadow Realm as some great discovery, and go to those high-ranking mages and scholars, you will be driven away by them as crazy, or worse: your outstanding shadow talent and inferior combat ability will be regarded by them as a kind of treasure from heaven, and I am afraid that I will not even be able to get out of those people's mage towers alive.

Amber wanders through the Shadow Realm, enjoying the silence and safety of this world, her little thoughts floating in her mind.

So what does it have to do with you when the world changes......

But maybe you can talk to the guy who got up from the coffin?

That guy was a lot of the type who would be interested in these weird things, and he certainly wouldn't cut himself on the bench......

Amber laughed unconsciously as she had all sorts of thoughts swirling through her mind.

(Mom, it's on the shelves today - did any of you think I would update at this time?) ）

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