We may tell the story of the craftsman, but certainly not now.

Anyway, as long as everyone knows that this is a thief who is not liked by others, and can even be said to be completely arbitrary, it's okay.

And at this moment, what is this lone man doing?

It's clear that one has to look at the boiling furnaces to know that he's building something.

But...... And that's just the surface.

If you don't pay attention to the magnificent scene in the sky, but carefully glance at the [craftsman] next to the hydraulic press, you can find out...... There was a jug of wine next to this guy, the kind of very retro, very old-fashioned flask, which didn't match his age at all, and next to the flask, there was a small audio device, which appeared in a certain plane in the mid-20s, and it also had a familiar name, 'MP3'...... One earphone cable is attached to this 'mp3', and the other end is stuffed into the ear of the [craftsman].

Well, yes, he's building the most sophisticated instrument in the universe while drinking, dazing, and listening to songs.

Although he knows that work is work and leisure is leisure, he ...... According to his own reasoning, as long as he listens to songs and drinks and does not delay his work, then there is no problem.

No matter how unreliable you think this kind of thing is, but since it comes out of the craftsman's mouth, it is reliable, and you don't have to fight him, because you can't beat him, if you dare to do it, then the [craftsman] will definitely do it with you, no matter who you are, and the most important thing is that you can't beat him.

What the? You say that such a brainless person should set up a bureau to calculate him?

Come on, Ziliang and Chen Xiao didn't calculate the [craftsman] together, don't believe it, it feels like a cabbage that no matter how smart a person is, it is impossible to calculate.

The craftsman has his own set of theories about everything, and if you say that you are crazy, he will not be able to fall into your trap, because he will not pay attention to you at all.

This is the [craftsman], now, do you have a more intuitive feeling of his 'unliked'......

So, without further ado, it was when the [craftsman] was drinking wine and immersed in the song.

"Hi...... Hello ......"

A voice came.

The craftsman heard the greeting through the music, so he took off his headphones and turned his head to look behind him.

Not far away, there stood an uncle about 50 years old, dressed in an old brown robe, with a pair of flip-flops at his feet, and his hair was very long, and he was tied back in a particularly sloppy manner.

may be because his face has a feeling of mixed Oriental and European blood, so the uncle's face looks very resolute and angular, but there is an obvious irresponsible taste in those eyes.

The craftsman just glanced at it lightly, then turned away, didn't mean to continue to talk to this guy at all, and dropped a sentence: "I won't take orders today." ”

"Oh, I'm not here to place an order...... the uncle said a little embarrassed, "Actually, I'm here to talk about things." ”

"I'm listening to a song, I don't want to talk about it." The craftsman said neatly, and had already put on his headphones again.

Well...... Obviously, if he doesn't want to talk about it, he won't talk about it.

But at this time, the uncle seemed to be very happy, and said without saying a word: "I finally caught up, so now ......"

Well, that's what he said.

Well, the craftsman didn't pay any attention to him at all, and went on with his business......

The pot of wine doesn't seem to be able to be drunk at all, and the songs in the MP3 don't know if there is no upper limit, or if they are circulating repeatedly, plus there is no day and night in the plane of [Factory], so I don't know how long it has been......

The craftsman finally closed the lid of the flask and took off the headphones.

It was at this moment ......

"Phew—finally caught up, so now...... When you're done, can we talk......" The uncle's voice came again.

The craftsman was stunned for a moment, then turned his head: "You haven't left yet?" ”

"Huh? I've just come to ......."

The craftsman frowned.

The uncle seemed to realize something immediately, and smiled awkwardly: "Ah, it seems to be messed up again, wait...... Well...... This should be right, ahem, hello, you must be the [craftsman], the first time we met, I came here to ask you for a favor......"

“...... Who are you? The craftsman still frowned, looked at the uncle who was talking nonsense, and said.

"Oh? Haven't I introduced myself yet? The uncle was stunned: "Ahahaha-what a faux pas, oh, my name is 'Saito Katsuki', please take care of me." As he spoke, he bowed thoughtfully.

The craftsman was silent for a moment...... You may not believe it, but the craftsman is still very good-hearted, and he even has the almost extinct quality of 'helpfulness', but he also often rejects others.

Anyway, this kind of character, you just have to try to understand it.

So ...... "How can I help?" He asked.

"Oh, nothing, it's just...... I would like to ask you to make a tracker for me of the [Eternal Coffin]...... That's all ......"

The words just fell!

A soft "buzz ————".

The sound came from outside the sky, and as soon as the streamer arrived, it pierced the dense clouds and went straight to the craftsman, of course, this streamer did not want to attack the craftsman...... Instead, it suddenly hovered quietly beside him.

And the streamer is a needle, a length about the size of a forearm, the thickest part, only a thumb-thick iron needle, if you don't see the momentum of the moment it pierces the clouds, and the quiet hovering beside the craftsman, this sense of dissonance of the exchange of movement and static...... Maybe you walk past it and you won't even look at it.

"What do you want a tracker for?" The craftsman continued to ask lightly, but at this moment, the pressure around him had gathered with the needle.

"Haha-uh...... That, of course, I want to track down the [Sin], and you know, the [Eternal Coffin] is now in that guy's hands...... So ......"

"I don't care what you are?" The craftsman suddenly interrupted Uncle Kazuki's words: "I don't want to help you, so, please leave." ”

"Oh? Isn't it okay? That one...... Can you think about it again? "Uncle Kazuki seems to want to try again.

"Nope." The craftsman's tone was still so calm and resolute: "Please leave here now, otherwise, I will kill you." ”

"Uh...... Don't talk about it so ruthlessly, I think, we can ......."

"Poof!" A bang.

The long needle flickered instantly, and it went straight through Uncle Hanayue's eyebrows, leaving only a small hole that had not had time to flow blood......