She's just a calm, gentle-looking person.

There was nothing unusual about her deified hands, even the hands of the laminator were white and swollen from the long washing of the fibers.

The woman also had a mole under her eye.

Legend has it that a woman with a brown tear mole exchanged her tears from her previous life for love in this life, and she doesn't know if it's true or not.

Siinz thought to himself.

At a time when all the craftsmen were wearing warm clothes filled with cotton wool, the woman wore a leather apron to protect against sparks from welding guns.

If it weren't for Siin's excellent eyesight, he would have thought that this woman was frozen by some magical power.

She picked up her arm and raised it slightly, except for the sparks that came from the welding torch from time to time, she seemed to be still.

She could hold on for forty seconds without blinking, and Siinz looked the woman up and down.

She was the only hunter in the entire space, and Siinz recalled the extraordinarily heavy door, presumably the one responsible for opening the heavy door.

She kept turning the turntable in front of her to adjust her position, and Siinn watched as she put down the welding torch and drip the adjusted ink into the spray gun, spraying paint and fire to oxidize......

Siinz stood for a moment.

The woman has a set of thick clothes behind her, so why did she take it off?

Does she feel hot?

After a few quarters of an hour, the woman turned the turntable to check her finished product, holding the frosted paper in her hand.

Siinz noticed that her fingernails were short and almost fleshy, and her hands looked rough, with small scars on the joints.

"Hoo ......"

The woman exhaled and took the scope away, she collapsed on the chair and quickly put on the warm clothes behind the chair, she rubbed the sleeves of her shirt as if this would allow her to warm up quickly.

Siinz thought that this woman must be a pure Southwesterner, with curly hair dark brown and gray-blue eyes.

Siinz crossed his arms and looked at her for a moment, and the woman rubbed her eyes,

The woman's attention was already very tired, not only was the woman's attention highly concentrated, but her eyes blinked abnormally, and Siinz guessed that her eyes were extremely tired at the moment.

"I've been waiting for a long time, I've heard from my brother that someone has come to visit recently."

The woman stood up, and Siinz thought she would be as tall and short as the people on the street, but when the woman stood up, he found that the woman was taller than he had expected.

"We want to know whose hand this is, and the president says you can recognize your peers."

Siinz got straight to the point, he didn't talk much, and since tattoos could explain everything, he didn't need to waste his tongue introducing himself.

The woman took the small bag that Siinz had handed her.

Her name is Dursi, her full name is Dur Eziti, in fact, she is not a pure southwesterner, just look at her name.

Seeing her lengthy name, Dulcey's full name can to some extent awaken the memory of the Limandannya family.

Limanr is the abbreviation of the Limandan family, and Dursi is also the abbreviation of Dur Eziti, in short, Dulsi and Limandanniya come from a region with a complex surname and surname.

This would explain why she is a little taller than the aborigines.

“…… Where did it come from?"

Dulcy pulled a small pair of tweezers out of her pocket of her winter coat, and she clipped the Zelli forged wax seal and looked at it closely.

Insiders, Dulcy never pays attention to which family this wax seal is a product of, she will only identify the process through the clues of the wax seal.

"The envelope of the Zelli family, the contents are greasy."

Siinz watched Dulsey unconsciously hug his chest with one hand, and Dulsey subconsciously made defensive movements.

"Dig it slowly, I just need to go back and give an explanation."

Siinz made a gesture of pity.

Dulcy returned to her workbench with tweezers and wax seals, moving her freshly finished work to a safe area, after making sure that none of her movements affected the finished product.

She pulled out her scratching knife.

"Is there anything else besides the wax seal?"

Dulcie separated the wax and did not know what to look at carefully.

Si Inn looked at the past coldly, and sat down to confirm the saying that the layman looks at the lively insider's doorway.

"And this letter, the letter paper can be seen as something wrong even by the layman."

Siinz handed over the letter, and kept the wax seal and the letter paper separately.

Dulcie tweezed the letter between tweezers and placed it on a silver tray on her workbench that was the same as the Buda family, and she took the scope with her.

Dulcy's family used to be too poor, but strangely enough, the poorer the children, the more children were born.

In the end, the family was unable to support themselves, and when the eldest child in the family had been hit by a landslide, Dursey was given to an old man with quirks in the Pace Land.

So Dulcie spent his childhood dealing with these things in front of him, and he became famous for playing with her.

Maybe the abandonment of her family gave her a new lease of life.

The distribution of bubbles in the inner core of the wax seal is incorrect, and the bubble division is uniform at room temperature, but the bubbles inside the wax seal are obviously uneven, which may be due to the change of the external ambient temperature.

Look at the composition of the wax again, and you will naturally know that the dripping wax is vegetable oil wax, animal oil wax or insect wax.

Siinz watched as Dorsey lit the cut wax block, and for a moment he asked about the pungent smell of smoke.

"It's animal fat wax, compared to the hands of northerners."

Dulcie watched the black smoke coming out of the burning wax block and sniffed the pungent smell.

On the southern coast, whale oil candles will be used, and no matter how south of Jimodu, candles will be made with vegetable oils such as pine, tung oil, nettle oil, and plantain spikes, and beeswax is a medicinal material.

In the north, butter candles are used, and the characteristics of butter candles are that they are easy to produce black smoke and a pungent smell when burned.

"North?"

Barcellus and Jonami's friendship is mutually beneficial, but in this macro context, Jonamiah will never provoke the relationship between the two guilds in this form so abruptly.

Duercy's "northerners" puzzled Siinnes.

"The butter wax is milky white, and when he makes the red wax, he adds the wax to melt the red, evens out the color and pours it into the abrasive, and waits for the wax to solidify while spinning."

Dulcie made a spinning gesture as she explained the color of the candle.

"Then the bubble division inside the wax core is uneven, probably because the hot wax and the outside air temperature are too different, the edge of the hot wax is a little cold, and the bubbles are different."

At this point, Dursey sighed.

It is also somewhat arbitrary to distinguish only by the bubbles in the wax and the burning wax block.

"Can your guild provide the Zielli family's handwriting from the same hands?"

So Dulcey didn't want to jump to conclusions so early, she wanted to take another look.

"The Buda family did not provide it."

Siinz had also asked Flion, but the patriarch of the House of Buda did not know his wife's writing habits.

“…… It's okay, I'll take a look. ”

Dulcie could only smell the ink, which had dissipated somewhat as it had been on the paper for a long time.

"The taste of nettle oil is a bit strong, and the fragrance is too bad."

While fanning the scent with his hands, Dulcie caught the information in the air.

The smell of ink on the letter has no layer, like a hodgepodge, and the fragrance of any spice works together into a pot of porridge.

The ink of the Zelli family is based on the concept of colored fragrance, and the ink used by the family has a clear and layered fragrance.

Seeing the wax seal, Dulcie subconsciously thought that someone had violated the conventions within the hunter, and she found out when she looked down.

It's a little joke from a layman to an insider.

"As far as I know, the imitation master in the north is called a stinky dog in the circle of the three guilds in the north, and he has been blind in one eye because he has mistaken a painting before."

Although Dulcie said that it was a shoddy joke, she nevertheless read the letter carefully, and she was careful and cautious because of this particular profession.

Add a little to the end of the sentence by sentence, if it is not the habit of the original owner, this is a glaring mistake.

Obviously, to do their job, they must strive for excellence, and this kind of thing that laymen find strange, either deception or a kind of formalism.

"You didn't miss important information?"

Siinz repeated, if Dulcey's professional judgment was concerned, this flawed thing was essentially a demonstration in disguise.

"No, at least I'm sure there's no missing information in what I've seen."

Dulsey shook his head, some things seem complicated, but they are actually very simple.

Dulcey's words made Siinz think of the second possibility, in addition to the northern covert obstruction, there is also a possibility - planting.

But any speculation needs proof.

"I'll find the words of the Zelli family as soon as possible, and these things are in the custody of the goats just to be safe."

Siinz retrieves the wax seal and the letter, and in the evening Stage will teleport him back to the guild, and Barcellus will know what is happening as soon as possible.

"May I ask a question?"

Siinz kept the cut wax seal and the letter separately, and Siinz confirmed once again that the cut wax had burned out.

Dulcy, who was suddenly asked, said subconsciously.

"As long as it's what I'm good at, I can ask as many questions as I like."

Dulcie had been holding her chest with one hand while talking to Siins, and she was wary of the man.

"You don't wear a jacket because you're worried about rubbing on your work?"

Siinz glanced at the finished product that Dulsey had placed in the distance, and judging by Dulsey's highly stable hand as she worked, she was doing delicate work.

"Ah yes, I usually worry about my sleeves touching them."

Dulcie subconsciously patted her fat sleeve, which she feared, and every fake "work of art" that flowed under her hands could not tolerate the slightest mistake.

"You're a good fit for the job, you're very dedicated."

Siinz nodded, it was a very dry and cold environment, and Dulcie would give up his cold clothing in order to make his limbs more flexible.

She could indeed sit in the first place, because there was no craftsman in this bungalow who could give up his winter clothing.

"My duty."

Dulcey gave a shallow bow to the departing Siinz and sent the guest away, who had arrived in a hurry.

It is an honorable thing to be recognized for the abilities of craftsmen.

However, Dulcie is not an easy person to be satisfied in this regard, "do your best" is not the praise she wants, she wants to hear more praises that make her feel good and happy.

For example, praise her work - incomparable.