The Bedmadet Crater, a large crater located five kilometers from the small town of Moore. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoIts scale is quite spectacular, with a radius of several kilometers, an average depth of several tens of meters, and a drop of more than 100 meters between the deepest center and the ground.

Originally, it was the same as the surrounding area, with green trees and shady trees, and it is said that it was built overnight more than ten years ago. That night, the roar was endless, like thunder and beast roar, which frightened many of the surrounding townspeople into insomnia and hid in the bed to show comfort. But the strange thing is that when you look at the town five kilometers away, there is no light.

The next morning, a few bold townspeople, who could no longer hold back their curiosity, crept up and discovered the sudden appearance of the huge crater. Attentive townspeople also noticed that the walls of the pit were often smoothed out like knives. Some wise people think that this is the result of someone fighting here, and many more sigh that it is a miracle.

After many years, although the original legend is still circulating, now this miracle has been "reused", and it is full of garbage, piles and piles, like mountains.

With the development of magic pattern technology, more and more civilian magic pattern appliances have been developed, and people's living standards have been significantly improved. But on the other hand, the low price of civilian magic pattern equipment has led to its extremely low recycling rate, and a large number of discarded magic pattern equipment and the corresponding increase in industry have created a steady stream of garbage.

Garbage disposal has become a common occurrence in human settlements. The park continent is densely forested, and trees hugging several people or even dozens of people abound, and in order to prevent fires when disposing of garbage, it is generally not convenient to burn, and it is very wasteful to bury in pits.

But with this big pit, simple and rough burning is very cost-effective. As a result, the Bedard Crater was used by several surrounding towns as a place for temporary dumping of garbage and subsequent incineration. Because of the large volume of the giant crater and the infrequent incineration, the Elemental Research Council will only send a few furnace controllers to deal with it in a few years.

The mud obscures most of the garbage and gives it a dull hue, but now, in the light of the setting sun, the surface is sprinkled with a faint gold. From time to time, small animals came and went in and out of the gaps that were not covered by gold, looking for bits and pieces of food.

Due to the extremely low utilization rate of discarded demon pattern products, there should be few traces in the giant pit. Ordinary people can't sort these discarded magic artifacts and then find out what can be used and recycle.

The popularity of magic patterns is not high, this is a difficult science, and people with poor talent will not be able to touch the real threshold in their lives. Even among the apprentices in the Demonic Pattern Workshop, many of them only know the specific meaning and depiction method of a few Demonic Patterns......

People who have the ability to distinguish, classify and recycle discarded magic pattern products must not worry about food and clothing, how can they be willing to pick up garbage for the benefit of stars in a garbage dump with a bad environment and bad smell!

However, nothing is absolute, and at this time, the old Kant was rummaging through the garbage. He had an old face, a hunched back, and a large bag on his back. His right foot was abnormally distorted, and only two fingers remained on his right hand, the thumb and index finger, which were holding the bag, and he was obviously badly injured.

He limped slowly on the "path" between the garbage heaps, and from time to time carefully rummaged through the discarded objects next to him, lest the movement would be too big and the garbage mountain would collapse and hit him.

"You must be very unwilling to lie here in such a new condition, right? Your former master must be using a more advanced cabinet than you! But don't regret it, I'll take care of your Demon Pattern Core for you!"

Old Kant skillfully dismantled a fresh-keeping cabinet that was still freshly painted, lifted the core shell of the magic pattern, took out a small gray ball, and threw it into the bag, as if it was completely unaffected by the disability of the fingers.

"Yesterday's new guys, wait for the flames to return to heaven, old man, I'm going back!"

Old Kant stood up as straight as he could, hammered his back, and said to the newly arrived garbage yesterday. And the mountains of garbage in front of him, judging by the mud cover, those should have been a few months ago.

"Hey, what's that?"

Just as the elder Kant was about to return, a bright light crossed his visual network. He quickened his pace a little, and walked to the position where he had been about to give up looking, and pushed aside most of the dirt that had been washed away by the rain of the previous two days, and a piece of unrecognizable material, but beautifully patterned, and unusually clean was suddenly revealed.

"Oh, there's such a beautiful little guy hiding here!

Bang la la la......

Just as old Kant began to exert force to pull out, the mountain of garbage in front of him suddenly collapsed, and pieces of garbage composed of metal, wood and other materials rolled down and smashed towards him.

"Damn it!"

Old Kant cursed secretly, but he only had time to block the big bag on his back and squatted against the side of a cabinet exposed in the garbage heap.

It must have been the rain soak a few days ago, coupled with the big sun baking in the past few days, which made these random piles of debris not very reliable, which is really unlucky.

"Boom la la ......"

For a time, insects flew and crickets chirped, and dust flew.

After a while, there was silence, and the old Kant had re-piled garbage in his original place, and he himself had disappeared......

"Hmm......"

An empty jar was pushed away, and old Kant's thin hand reached out from under the small pile of debris.

Fortunately, there was a cabinet next to it, and fortunately, these garbage heaps were relatively short, and the old Kant who crawled out found that he only suffered some abrasions, and he moved his body a little, which did not affect his movements.

"Eh, what shall I call you, naughty little one?"

Old Kant, who had regained a little strength, ignored the pain in his body and carefully took out the last of the trophies, which were the culprits of the collapse of the garbage heap just now.

He looked at the thing in his hand suspiciously, this item looked like an arm guard, and there was also half a glove of the same material hanging next to it, the arm guard was about half a foot long, the whole was black and gray, and the surface was covered with decorative patterns, revealing a noble temperament. The workmanship is exquisite, and the process of making gloves from this wood-like and non-wood, skin-like and non-leather material is really extraordinary. In the experience of old Kant, I can't distinguish the material from it, but I can feel the firmness and softness of the material, and it is still as bright as the old and not stained after being buried by garbage.

The depth of the pattern on the surface of the arm guard is not consistent, but it does not look like it is worn, as if it has been melted off by high temperature, and the section of the half-cut glove also has similar traces of melting.

What makes old Kant strange is that this kind of texture and workmanship of the arm guards are not ordinary armor used by ordinary adventurers, and this valuable thing is not to the pleasure of pragmatic adventurers. And there are no traces of magic pattern carving found inside and outside of this armguard, and now there are not many pure decorations, those nobles like to add some magic patterns to the decorative armor to increase the protective function. If it's a furnace master, they'll definitely add some slots to the armor to mount the furnace. This armguard doesn't have it on it either, what's the matter? But he has a gut feeling that this thing is not ordinary!

Feeling the pain of the abrasions on his body, old Kant decided to go back and study again, put his arm guards in a bag, and limped to the town of Moore......