Time passed, and before I knew it, two months had passed.

Two months is not a long time for many senior mediators, but it is the most progressive period for Lu Feng.

During this period, although Lu Feng did not have much achievement in the overall number of communication with other worlds, his understanding of time and space knowledge and historical appraisal has been greatly improved, and he has gradually changed from a slightly young and ignorant young man to a mature and stable trainee mediator, and has completely adapted to the path of a mediator.

After completing a small business and spending some money, the number of spars on his body increased from 36.2 degrees to 41.5 degrees, Lu Feng believes that if he continues like this, he will one day become a full-fledged mediator and become a member of the World Matchmaker Association!

A new day in the morning.

After opening his eyes on the bed, Lu Feng instinctively stretched, sat up from the bed with a long yawn, and looked out the window, the sky was gloomy, as if the eve of the storm was coming.

"It looks like it's going to rain heavily today. ”

Got up and washed, came to the dining area to receive a nutritious meal as always, spent some Shajing to buy a cup of hot drink, sipped the fragrant hot drink, Lu Feng walked to the library to continue learning historical appraisal knowledge.

Put the "Historical Information of the Antiseptic Mummy" back on the shelf, Lu Feng took out the "Carbon Decay and Sodium Calcification Qualitative Transformation Cycle" that he had read half of yesterday and continued to read, although there were many people in the library, it was very quiet, most of them were buried in the pages, and the people who talked to him also deliberately lowered their voices, and it seemed that it was another peaceful day as usual.

But this tranquility did not last long before it was shattered by a cry of surprise.

"Oh, what is this? It's weird. ”

Everyone in the library heard the sound, but saw a girl sitting by the window, and at this time she pressed her hands against the wall, looking out in amazement and concentration.

The walls of the diamond-shaped building could not be seen from the outside, but the inside could clearly see the outside, and Lu Feng also glanced at the outside of the diamond-shaped building, only to see that the extremely oppressive gray sky outside the building suddenly fell sparse dark gray snowflakes, wisps like catkins, falling lightly.

The pedestrians on the road were obviously stunned by the sudden arrival of the gray snowflakes, some young people followed the snowflakes with joy, and most of them hurried to find a place to take refuge from the snow.

Lu Feng has never seen such dark gray snow in the media world, and it should be more than two months before the first winter snow in previous years, what is going on?

Lu Feng was confused.

Everyone in the library area looked at it strangely for a while, then stopped paying attention to this matter, and turned their attention back to the book in their hands, Lu Feng temporarily put aside the doubts in his heart, and continued to read "Carbon Decay and Sodium Calcification Qualitative Change Cycle".

Around noon.

After lunch, Lu Feng went back to his room for a nap, and when he woke up, he saw that the gray snow was still falling, and there were few pedestrians on the road, whether it was green plants or various buildings, the surface was covered with a layer of gray.

Although the living environment of the media division world is harsh, the soil is polluted by radiation, the vegetation coverage rate is low, and some natural disasters often occur, the media division headquarters usually issues a notification to the disaster area based on the information of the weather station.

Lu Feng was puzzled and connected to the public network through the terminal.

The major forum websites have been crowded with topics related to the sudden arrival of gray snow, and everyone has expressed their opinions and speculated wildly about the reason for the gray snowflakes.

Lu Feng saw an article about speculation that a mining site to the east of the outer ring was overexploited, and happened to encounter an air flow blowing towards the inner ring, blowing the ore ash to this side.

The article also included news reports on violations at the mining site, as well as an analysis of the direction of the air flow, which was justified and well-founded, and a considerable number of people believed it.

However, this statement was quickly overturned by a message in the article.

The person who left the message claimed to live in the East Inner Ring, not only in the southern part of the Inner Ring, but also in the Outer Ring area, and if it was caused by air currents, it would be impossible to blow the ash all over the world.

These two people with different opinions quickly got into a mess, and Lu Feng saw that the topic was crooked, and directly closed the article and went to read other people's analysis.

It has been claimed that the gray snow is actually experimenting with a new type of weapon at the headquarters of the Mediumworking Association.

Some people also say that this has a lot to do with today's dry weather, and that it is just a temporary natural phenomenon and so on.

There is also a series of statements advocating conspiracy theories, and there are different opinions.

Lu Feng flipped through it for a while, but he was still confused, those vibrating statements couldn't convince him at all, but he couldn't find a more reasonable explanation.

The sky outside was still gloomy, and the gray weird snowflakes kept falling, except for not looking very beautiful, it didn't have much impact.

I think the headquarters of the association will explain this later.

Thinking like this, Lu Feng didn't worry too much, and tried to communicate with the other world again.

After adjusting his mental state, Lu Feng stepped on the altar and entered the sea of thoughts, quickly distinguishing the thinking consciousness, gritting his teeth to bear the impact, and trying to lock on to a thinking attempt.

After a long time, just when Lu Feng felt that his spirit was tired and he couldn't hold it anymore, he finally succeeded in locking this thinking consciousness.

"Honey, crystal, shiny, oh ho ......"

"Biospatial coordinates DFVK73208-UQY1269-HR646 have been locked, do you have any contact with them?"

"Confirm communication!"

After the white mang, the spiritual power passed through the barrier of time and space, and Lu Feng instinctively looked around, looking for a communicator.

As far as the eye can see, there are flowers everywhere, like a flower garden, and the long ridges spread from the top of the hill to the fence at the foot of the hill.

Planted in the flower garden is a lilac flower, with finely broken petals that bloom like trumpets around the stamens, with a refreshing aroma and dark green leaves hidden at the bottom of the peduncle, almost nowhere to be seen.

Beyond the flowerbed is a desolate land, with no other plants.

Lu Feng looked around, where was the goal he had communicated?

It can't be these flowers, right?

At that moment, a little old man like a dwarf sprang out from among the flowers beside him, he looked extremely old, his wrinkled skin was loose and falling down, a leather apron was tied around his waist, his back was rickety, and he carried a hoe taller than his whole person.

Mental Power: 62, Constitution: 5, Energy: 12

"Hello, I'm a mediator from another world, and I'm honored to communicate with you, we can communicate with each other and exchange what each other needs on an equal footing. ”

The little old man stood in place, looking at Lu Feng vigilantly.

"Are you lying to the kids?, what are your intentions for trespassing into the flower garden of Lord Suktru, how do you know about this!"

"No, no, no, you're mistaken, I'm really just a random otherworldly mediator who communicates with you. ”

Lu Feng emphatically emphasized: "As long as you pay enough, I can provide you with everything you need!"

The short old man didn't answer, staring at Lu Feng suspiciously, as if he was weighing the truth in his heart.

Lu Feng let it look at it and did his best to complete the deal.

The short old man asked tentatively, "Lord Suktru likes shiny things the most, and only wants shiny and beautiful things, can you get them for me?"

Something shiny?

After thinking for a while, Lu Feng suddenly thought of something, and immediately smiled and said, "If your request is just something shiny, of course I can provide you here, in contrast, what can you come up with in exchange?"

The short old man, who called himself Lord Suktru, rolled his eyes and replied after a while, "Honey, Lord Suktru can give you some of the honey of the bees that he raised, how many shiny things can you take?"

The world of the mediator is short of food and plants, and high-calorie desserts like honey are considered a scarce luxury, like the honey flower tea used when drinking the blood of the two-headed troll before, which made Lu Feng feel a little distressed, so honey is feasible as an exchange.

Lu Feng said very simply: "You first tell me how much honey you have and how many shiny things you want." ”

Hearing this, the short old man showed a greedy expression and shouted, "Lord Suktru has thirteen jars of honey, you have to take five...... No, 7 shiny things in exchange!"

"Seven shiny things, that's not a small amount. ”

Lu Feng tried to suppress his smile, made a hesitant gesture on the surface, and asked cautiously, "How big is your jar?" Please let me see how much honey there is in a jar before making a decision." ”

Here, the short old man who called himself Lord Suktru was bored and stared at Lu Feng with an unkind gaze for a long time before turning around and dragging out a stocky clay pot about 20 centimeters high from under the flower stalk.

The old man lifted the lid of the jar and opened a small slit, Lu Feng saw that it was filled with an amber semi-viscous liquid, with uniform small bubbles, with a faint natural plant floral fragrance, and recognized that this was a jar of high-quality honey, Lu Feng smiled and nodded, and the short old man quickly closed the lid like a thief, and hugged the clay jar tightly without letting go.

Lu Feng estimated the time and said, "Please prepare thirteen jars of honey within a week, and then I will return here with the seven shiny things you want to trade, please keep your promise." ”

Hearing this, the short old man's face was slightly relaxed, his eyes narrowed into a slit, and he smiled like a pug who couldn't wait with his tongue out, and said excitedly: "Hurry up, hurry up, there must be 7 shiny things!"

Lu Feng nodded slightly, and ended the communication.