In the morning, nothing was dealt with, but only the intelligence work was reported to Count Jonad. Of course, the report on the Sain Alliance still gives Dai Lan a great reminder that the alliance is full of enemy eyes.

Thinking of this, he felt more and more that it was very irrational to rush into the secret room of the de Broglie tavern in the first place. And the excitement and joy of deciphering the code of the dancing villain gradually diminished.

Aunt Susan's Scottish delight and Haggis-Neeps-And-Tatties were the only delights this morning. The food she cooks is the best reward for the taste buds on Dai Lan's tongue.

Because of Dai Lan's recommendation, Aunt Susan, who was originally just a tavern helper, easily got the job of assistant chef of the Robertson family, and her salary was three times the original, and this responsible housewife was grateful to Dai Lan from the bottom of her heart.

There is nothing to repay, but to take care of the food as much as possible. Of course, Aunt Susan and her stubborn old man have more than once privately discussed the possibility of Dai Lan being with her daughter Rachel. Later, I thought that the difference in identity and status between the two people was really disparity and I gave up.

Whether it is the ancient Chinese country or the Western world, the concept of being the right person is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Dai Lan didn't think of many of the things behind this, and she didn't notice the way Susan's eyes looked at her like her son-in-law. After eating a large plate of lunch and explaining the rest of the work to his assistant, he hurried to Uncle Signori's brewery blacksmith.

There were still dozens of meters away, and there was a strong smell of alcohol in Dai Lan's nose, and his heart suddenly sank, and the idiom of chicken, flying and egg beating suddenly emerged from the depths of his head.

"Not good, my Mr. Dai Lan!" Through the taste nerve of the main body, the butler Murray obviously had a premonition, and said very unconfidently.

Dai Lan gritted his teeth and pushed open the broken wooden door of the Brew Fairy Blacksmith Shop.

"Squeak-"

With a cacophony of metal grinding, the door opened, and a stronger smell of alcohol poured out.

Dai Lan was sick to his stomach for a while, and said with a frown: "I said Uncle Signori, as a blacksmith, is it difficult to repair the hinge on the wooden door?" ”

Signori was still the same, holding a glass bottle with a small half bottle of vodka, slumped in a wooden chair with only three legs left, dreaming. Saliva splashed out of his mouth with an earth-shattering snoring sound.

Dai Lan resisted the urge to scold and kick him, and it took a lot of effort to wake the uncle from his sleep.

"What, the tavern is closed? Honestly, today has been a really fast day. I haven't spent all the five silver crowns I have yet! ”

Dai Lan pursed his lips, it seems that the deposits of the two gold louis have been accounted for.

Pulling the uncle's gray beard vigorously and shaking his head, he finally regained consciousness.

"Oh, it turns out that Dai Lan is here, today Uncle has a treat, we want the best whiskey in the de Broglie Tavern!"

After saying that, he began to feel drowsy again.

Dai Lan was full of black lines, and walked around the room a few times, but he didn't find the dilapidated alchemy furnace. At this moment, he really wanted to pull out the Thor blade on his waist and stab him a few times in Signori's drunken stomach.

Unable to bear it anymore, Dai Lan shouted, "Didn't you make a high-pressure alchemy furnace with ten thousand tors?!" Don't pretend here! ”

"What? Ten thousand tors? It must be sealed with a knife flange and indium wire, and it must also be fixed with good cast steel rivets, all of which are indispensable! Hehe, if that's all there is, it's not much of a technical job. The most troublesome thing is that you must master the rivet strength when packaging. Too light to seal is not reliable, and the force is too heavy and easy to slip. ”

Uncle Signori came back to his senses from his dream at once, and a series of technical terms kept popping out of his mouth.

Dai Lan smiled slyly and squinted at Signori.

This time, the sloppy uncle really understood what was in front of him. He exhaled a long breath, wiped the corners of his mouth full of saliva and alcohol with his fat, greasy cuffs, and smiled, and a few yellow teeth showed out of his mouth.

Maybe knowing his ugliness, Signori blushed and said curtly: "It turned out that Dai Lan came to fetch the small iron stove?" ”

Dai Lan rolled her eyes and yelled, "Nonsense! Did you get it done? ”

The uncle shuddered and swallowed: "Of course it's done." Although your requirements are very high, it is not difficult for me. To be honest, no one else in Dundee can make it for you. ”

"Where?"

Signori put down the bottle and struggled to get up from his three-legged chair, but pulled it out of a pile of firewood in the corner.

It is generally the same as the shape seen earlier. The three large holes in the furnace wall were actually made into glass windows, which were tightly pressed against the alchemy furnace with round flanges and rivets.

However, the top has a few knobs compared with the original design, and from the structural point of view, it should be a device to control the pressure in the furnace.

In order to cope with the ultra-high pressure difference between the inside and outside of the furnace, several inflection points were reinforced with slightly golden-colored solder.

Although it looked very inconspicuous on the surface, Dai Lan knew in his heart that the key points of the stove were handled very properly. His only concern now is whether the furnace's materials can withstand the high temperatures and pressures.

It's just a matter of trying.

Dai Lan nodded, and generally accepted Uncle Signori's transformation. Then he walked over to take this alchemy furnace away.

However, Uncle Signori was not completely confused, and seeing that Dai Lan did not mention the remaining payment, he did not do it. Holding the alchemy furnace with both arms, he shouted, "Hey, I said, wait! I remember you owe me eight louis! You're not going to pay off, are you? ”

"Oh, I'm not going to pay my bills. Of course I owe you eight gold louis, that, let's owe it first. Dai Lan was expressionless, as if he was saying something that had nothing to do with him.

Signori could hardly believe his ears, this Oriental kid was so cheeky! The uncle threw himself on the alchemy furnace like crazy, shouting and refusing to let Dai Lan take away his beloved artwork.

Dai Lan said that he promised to repay the money in the future, but he didn't know that Signori was the king of the eight who ate the scales and was determined to ask for money and not die.

Dai Lan only then remembered the benefits of Wang Fatzi. If he had been there at this time, he should have been able to handle this matter with a thicker skin. Even if it doesn't work, he and Wang Fatzi can snatch it if they rob it hard.

After thinking about it, the fat man is the Prince of Fedora, and it is very simple to take out dozens of gold louis at random. Thinking of this, Dai Lan really regretted that he didn't knock the fat man hard before he left the Robertson family.

Things have come to this point, and there is nothing that can be done. Dai Lan rummaged through the pockets of his jacket in pain, took out three gold coins and threw them on the table, which were all his belongings.

"I only have three gold louis. The remaining five will be returned to you in a month. ”

Seeing the glittering gold, Signori's eyes lit up. After struggling for a long time, he still shook his head: "No, it's all at once." I posted a lot of material money, you didn't see that the solder was mixed with gold water! ”

"That's all I have. To tell you the truth, if you don't sell this stove to me, no one else will look down on it. ”

Signori looked at the gold coins, touched the alchemy furnace again, and still shook his head like a rattle.

Dai Lanxin said: I didn't expect him to be such an unsentimental person. It seems that if there are no measures today, Signori will not let himself take the alchemy furnace.

In desperation, Dai Lan took out the king of daggers, the Thor's Blade, from his waist. With a flick of his wrist, he poked on the thick solid wood table with a "dang" sound, gritted his teeth and said, "What do you think of this?" Let's make a mortgage first......"

Signori followed the prestige, saw the pale blue halo around the dagger, and opened his eyes and mouth as if he were stunned.

(Collect ^-^)