During his usual self-esteem every night, he resisted the urge to immerse himself in a fantasy world by gulping a big drink, and Mr. Link could only sip on the green mist potion to calm his restless spirit and barely maintain his ability to think, and find a way to cope with the situation.

With a slight turn of the brain, there were some preliminary guesses, first of all, the target of the intruder must be the formula of the green mist potion, and secondly, the intruder is probably not a fire magician, at least not a middle and high ring fire magician who has received the traditional fire magic knowledge inheritance, because the formula is only kept in the brain is considered a semi-open secret in this circle, and it is really funny to go to someone's mage tower to steal the secret formula.

In particular, the refining of magic addiction potions, according to the classification in chemistry books, belongs to organic chemistry, which itself is two levels more complex than alchemy and the manufacture of cement. And on the basis of the lack of fine measurement methods and basic knowledge of organic chemistry, the probability of relying on the fire magic medium to promote the subtle chemical reactions in the grains and fruits and happen to produce a certain alkaloid is calculated compared to the first prize of the lottery.

And to be honest, Mr. Link, as such a lucky person, may not be able to express it clearly even if he wants to write and leave the formula, given the limited knowledge of chemistry.

Mr. Link, pacing back and forth, had such a conjecture, and the coping method began to take shape. First of all, of course, self-defense, Mr. Link is also more or less a part-time soldier of the Bloodclaw Army, and the more sophisticated staff of firearms has been thoroughly fiddled. Combining it with the bulky staff, removing the trigger firing pin and other structures that are useless to fire magicians, and making it thicker and less carriable, something that resembles a small hand cannon quickly floats on paper.

Calculating the materials, it is not expensive, the difficulty is only to find a reliable and skilled qi magician, use the method of spatial teleportation to cut out the chamber of the gun, and then install the wooden handle.

Finally feeling a little safer, Mr. Link began to think about the trap he had in his home, wanting to fill his home with ether every day before he left the house and clean it up when he got home. But considering the smell and volatile nature of that thing, I'm afraid it won't be effective for half a morning. The next thought of carbon monoxide, but hesitated, killing people, Mr. Link, who has always been honest and responsible, subconsciously resisted, but did not want to admit his 'weakness', and thought for a long time before convincing himself with the reason of taking a confession.

It should be added here that in this world where the power of magic is measured, the dominant princes and nobles are naturally wary of craftsmen who also use magic, but they have to hire cooperation, and in this contradiction, limiting magical knowledge and weakening the blood of battle are the two most common methods. Therefore, in the past fifty years of his life, Link can be said to have lived in an environment that is close to 'house arrest', doing a decent but monotonous job with a small amount of magical knowledge, and participating in combat has never been imagined.

But in the blink of an eye, Mr. Link thought of a better way, which was to confuse the enemy. I briefly recalled the students' homework before school, selected a few of the most 'creative' mistakes, dictated them one by one, and then filled in some unknown number formulas and patterns, threw them on the desk, and nodded with satisfaction. In this way, it is not fatal, but it is more confusing, and it saves the trouble of going out and going home.

At this point, 'everything' seemed to be arranged, and the temptation of the green mist potion could no longer be resisted, and Mr. Link soon fell into a fluttering fantasy. Of course, as an appetizer, enemies of unknown origin have been tricked around by it, and after a gorgeous and gorgeous magical battle, they are completely wiped out, and of course, a few beautiful women who have lost their way are also indispensable.

The next day, after class, I came to the commercial street in the center of Birdbeak Town, found a store specializing in selling hardware supplies, and directly explained the meaning: "The iron rod with a thick thumb is twenty centimeters long." ”

The clerk's eyes suddenly became weird, and he glanced at the door of the store slightly, and after confirming something, he calmly and skillfully completed the transaction, and at the end he was given a business card, which said that he was a qi magician called Caigen, and on the small print business introduction, it was emphasized that he was good at teleporting statues in space, etc.

There is no need to look at the rest of the later, Mr. Link instantly thought through it, obviously he was not the first to make firearms privately, after all, the principle is very simple. It was Yiye who looked at the clerk with strange eyes, and the other party couldn't see anything unusual, and asked with a smile, "Is there anything else you want to buy?"

"Is there a wooden handle?"

"It's free. If there is a need in the future, I hope to patronize it. As he spoke, the clerk took out another piece of wood, one side of which was boxy, and the other side had been first processed into the shape of a handle.

Mr. Link played for a moment, pursed his lips, shook his head again, said 'definitely,' and turned away.

According to the address on the business card, turn left and right, and finally find the small wooden board sign of 'Vegetarian Handicraft Shop' in the dark alley between the buildings, push the door into a low descending staircase, and carefully observe the surroundings to find that this is actually a basement, and the door is privately modified by the basement air window, after all, the size of the door is very different from the other air windows on both sides.

In an instant, some memories of the slums of his childhood came to mind, but after a moment's pause, he secretly cursed the coward, pulled the hooded robe, and walked on.

In the small room, the handicrafts that support the façade still exist, and the small sculptures with the size of the palm do show the exquisite craftsmanship of the makers to the fullest, with different expressions of the characters and lifelike animals, some painted and some pure wood or stone, which fill the walls on both sides.

Behind the counter was a middle-aged man with blond hair, who, after listening to what he meant, looked Mr. Link up and down a few times, and didn't say much, but led him deeper into the basement. And this time the person who discussed the specific matters was an old man with gray hair who called himself Caigen, judging from his very similar face to the leader, it should be father and son.

"One hundred copper coins. Four days. ”

Link frowned slightly, feeling that it was a little expensive, thinking that he was dignified and had seven rings, and he had taught in the attached middle school for a day, and it was only two copper coins. However, he was relieved that although there was no explicit law in this regard for the time being, private weapons had always been a taboo thing among the United Kingdoms, and the death penalty was not negotiable.

And as a side business that takes more risks than privately brewed magic addiction potions, this price is not expensive.

"Can you hurry up?"

The old man raised his eyelids, groaned slightly, and said, "Two hundred copper coins, two days." A deposit of 50 copper coins will be charged. ”

"Is there a finished product?"

The old man took out a hollow iron pipe about thirty centimeters long, and took out a thin iron chisel, put it together and handed it over, signaling Mr. Link to verify it himself.

In fact, Link wanted to see the finished firearm, and when he looked at the design drawing in a sober state during the day, he suddenly found many problems, such as the connection method, recoil, reloading, etc., and he really couldn't take it. After all, it is not so taken for granted that it retains all the performance and power of the original after being downsized.

I didn't want to show my timidity and keep it mysterious, so I simply put it on a wide range, left the materials and deposit, reminded him to avoid the trigger, and then said that if the finished product was satisfied, he could add an additional fifty copper coins.

"Package your satisfaction. When the business was settled, the old man grinned and showed his yellow teeth, patted his chest in agreement, and then took out a small handful of small iron beads and showed them to Mr. Link, and asked, "Then I wonder if this ammunition needs the help of the shop." ”

Mr. Link then remembered, "How much?"

"It's cheaper to buy small iron beads alone, and the finished paper shell bullet bag is more expensive, and if you produce medicine powder, the manual work in the small shop is also cheaper. ”

Of course, it was to buy the small iron beads directly, and Mr. Link took out the money again and returned with a full load. After returning home, everything was as usual, and the obviously unknown enemy had no interest in searching the room every day, so he took out various raw materials, easily concocted a propellant, mixed it with a small iron ball, and rolled it into a simple bullet with the thickness of a little finger with paper. I had just made a dozen hairs, but I was addicted to hair and felt uncomfortable for a while, and considering the danger of it, I didn't dare to work 'drunk', so I swept these aside and started taking drugs.

......

Two days later, when Mr. Link got the finished product of the small hand cannon, he was very satisfied with the shape and grip, and he was very satisfied with the two test shots. I paid the balance and walked out of the store with a voice of thanks for my patronage, and I even felt the urge to shout, 'Who else?' in a good mood.

The rest of the storm was calm, there was no tracking, no burglary, but it is not ruled out that too much caution and too clever means are not possible to be discovered. But no matter what, with the little cannon in his arms, Mr. Link no longer has any insecurity, and even has a hint of longing in his heart to change to break the decades of ordinary life.

But when he woke up the next day, instead of a warm bedroom, he was in a sealed stone room, and Mr. Link fell into deep remorse and fear. The situation is not difficult to guess, it is nothing more than that a group of unknown enemies took advantage of their own medicine to enjoy themselves, broke into the house, kidnapped the confused self, and then used the method of spatial teleportation to send them into the belly of the mountain or underground, and imprisoned them.

Objectively speaking, with mental calculation or unintentional, no amount of preparation is enough, a small hand cannon and the seven rings of the fire system can be avoided in a way, and there is no use at all. Coupled with Mr. Link's inertia, the state after taking drugs makes it easier to act.

When Mr. Link probed the situation in the stone room in the light of the magic lamp above his head, and shouted for a long time, he finally sat down on the ground panting, desperate and even admiring the other party's thoroughness.

The stone chamber is roughly divided into two parts, the working area and the living area. There is a workbench on this side of the work area, and as expected, the note on the workbench reads: Qingwu potion for food, and in terms of exchange ratio, it is simply an open robbery. There was a metal cage for spatial teleportation embedded in the wall next to it, and there were large piles of grains and fruits underneath, obviously the other party had already figured out the raw materials of the green mist potion from his daily purchases. On the other side, the living area is much simpler, with beds, fist-thick vents, simple water and water equipment, and toilets.

It didn't take long for Mr. Link to think of a somewhat risky solution, which was not to cooperate, which in layman's terms was hard attrition. Regardless of the other party's situation, the refusal to make the green mist potion is a coercive condition. If you don't want to improve your working environment, you can pretend to pass out, and when the other party teleports in to investigate, you can go out and regain your freedom.

Following this line of thought, the more I think about it, the more reliable I feel. First of all, the other party is so dodgy, most of them are because of their strength, and they dare not face themselves head-on. And with such a lot of effort, it is likely that he realized the value of the Qingwu Elixir and planned to make a lot of money. Link has already known the faces of those greedy guys, and he has not seen the expected benefits, so he will never allow himself to have an accident.

It must be like this! Just pretend to faint from hunger and go out, and everything will be fine.

With that in mind, Mr. Link stood up and paced back and forth in the barely spacious room, waiting for a message from the other party, and thinking about how to show his attitude in the strongest possible manner.

But when time passed slowly and the addiction was committed, Mr. Link finally realized that something was wrong: the enemy was more patient than he thought, and he would lose to the addiction without any negotiation.

I've never tried the continence reaction, and I've never thought about lifting it, but it's only so uncomfortable at the beginning, so there is no doubt that what should be the state of a drug addiction that is fully onset? He hurriedly threw himself on the workbench, fiddling with bottles and cans, trying to make some of them before he lost his mobility.

After all, like all magic addiction potions, the preparation of the green mist potion is also a delicate job, requiring the use of fire-based magic mediums attentively. To make an analogy, the use of the medium of fire magic is like fiddling with the gears of a traditional mechanical watch, you have to find a specific number of gears in a mess of 'gears' and turn a fixed number of turns according to experience in order to enter a new level, and then find the gears and turn them again, and so on, in order to drive the pointer on the surface to point to the target position.

This is not something that can be done in a state of drug addiction.

And when Mr. Link finally concocted an emergency bottle of green mist potion, the teleportation cage clanged, and a hollowed-out metal pipe jingled and fell on the grain pile.

Mr. Link raised his eyebrows, hating the itchy roots of his teeth, but he was helpless, first tilted his neck and drank the green mist potion to relieve the drug addiction, then picked up the copper pipe, pulled out the inner note and unfolded it.

If you think clearly, you can make a green mist potion worth a meal according to the conditions and put it in an iron cage. ’

"I***!!!Think about you ***!!!" Mr. Link scolded with the strength of the medicine, kicking the small brass pipe away, bouncing back and forth on the stone chamber wall a few times, making a crisp sound. I was in a slightly better mood, and I didn't care about anything else, I lay down in bed and enjoyed it, and then I fell asleep groggyly. I don't know how long it took, waking up in a daze, looking at the stone chamber that had remained unchanged except for the pile of raw materials that was missing a small half, Link realized that he had no hope of victory.