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After dinner, Ota sat in front of the fireplace in the room, holding the ancient painting in his hand and looking at it with some reluctance.

But after thinking about it, once this painting is accidentally passed out, it will definitely cause great trouble, although I don't care, but I don't want to cause disaster to my eldest brother Xia Rui and other relatives.

After all, this painting is a celebration of the bravery of the dwarves, which is definitely the most hated forbidden item of the royal family.

Burn, Ota was ruthless and threw the painting into the fireplace.

In Otta's eyes, the light of the fire was reflected, and the tongues of fire licked and licked on the picture, and the corners of the canvas began to harden and curl up, and several black holes appeared in the middle, which gradually turned into black-brown ashes.

Suddenly, Orta's gaze froze on a long, slow-burning canvas that looked like the metal prosthetic leg on the old dwarven man's arm.

Ota grabbed it without thinking about it, and with a "stab" sound, Otta's palm was black and gray, and more than a dozen bubbles burned out in an instant.

With a flash of white light, Ota enveloped the palm of his hand, and the remnants of the canvas that were smearing with tiny flames were taken down by Otta.

Ota didn't care about the pain, but he was engrossed in it, slowly uncovering the black-brown canvas on it, and then saw a thin, almost transparent layer of leather embedded in the middle of the canvas.

However, this small thin skin is a little curly and concave, and it is stained with a black-brown color after burning.

Before he had time to feel distressed, Ota lit up the fire and saw that it was covered with dense small characters, and on the other side, there was another kind of text that he didn't know at all, with a small number of words but also dense.

There are also seven patterns under the handwriting, and if you look closely, it is actually a dwarf wielding a hammer in front of the casting table, but the posture of swinging the hammer in each pattern is extremely strange and different, and the last one is even more amazing, it is a piece of metal that actually stays in the air, and there is no casting table under it, only a dwarf with a hammer in both hands hitting each other in mid-air.

This... And such a strange forging technique? Orta was also stunned after seeing it.

Use two hammers to clamp the metal in the air and forge it, how fast does it have to be to keep the metal from hitting the ground, and the strength and accuracy of the left and right hands must also be very high, otherwise the metal will be knocked out in a few clicks.

Seeing these patterns, Ota suddenly woke up, only to feel that a cold sweat seemed to be about to flow down.

After learning forging for more than half a year, I am proficient in the refining process, even if it is a thousand forgings, I am also very proficient, and occasionally I can enter the level of heart forging to experience it, so I will not realize that I am a little proud, and even swear to open a blacksmith shop to start making money.

When he inadvertently obtained this dwarven forging secret book at this moment, Ota realized that he still had a long way to go in forging skills, and compared to these forging masters of other races, he was as small as a grain of dust, and it was not an exaggeration to even describe himself as a frog at the bottom of the well.

After a long time, Ota finally came to his senses, only to feel hot on his face, but it was also good, shame was also a kind of motivation.

When he carefully read this leather forging cheats, he actually had the urge to slap himself a few times at this moment.

The reason is very simple, because it was discovered a little later, and the skin is too thin, it has been somewhat deformed after being smoked in the fire, and some of the handwriting is no longer legible, but fortunately, the seven patterns are only slightly blurred.

Baby, dwarven baby, almost destroyed in my hands.

Ota sighed, but then rejoiced, after all, there was not much handwriting destroyed, and after a coherent comparison and pondering, maybe he could still figure it out.

That night, Ota stayed up all night.

By the time the morning sun was shining, Ota was dressed up, and after saying hello to his mother Avril, he didn't eat breakfast, picked up two loaves of bread and left the manor, heading straight for the Consulate Hall by the lake.

There are two kinds of characters on the cortical cheats, and the one with more words is the Terran script, but the words of more than a hundred years ago are different from those used today, and the ones that Outa can recognize are only four or five hundred out of thousands of words, which looks very laborious.

As for the handwriting on the back, I don't know anything, and eighty percent of it is the language of the dwarves. It can be seen that this leather recording the secret art of forging is likely to be a long-time servant or personal follower of the dwarves a hundred years ago, translating their forging skills on it, and then hiding it in the painting.

It is not known how he ended up in the city-state, and why he was abandoned in the hands of Jerry's grandfather.

When Ota arrived at the Consulate, he saw a group of twenty sergeants walking down the steps in two columns, with bright armor and neat steps, and in front of them, a tall figure in armor walked in, and Ota only had time to see a panther on his white cloak, and then his back disappeared into the gate.

Orta didn't care, and stepped up the steps.

When they reached the shuttle bar, except for one sergeant waiting at the bar, the rest of the sergeants had already carried the man up the stairs, and the sound of neat footsteps resounded in the hall.

There was only one person in the bar, it was the woman named Sister Li, still in a black dress, who was bowing her head and taking out a stack of letters from it and politely handing it to the sergeant.

Nodding, the sergeant glanced at Ota as he walked by, and then turned to go upstairs.

Ota approached and said hello, and said with a smile, "I'm going to the library and need a registration card." ”

Sister Li found the card returned by Ota yesterday and wrote the date, handed it over again, and said:

"Hopefully you'll get what you want today. After saying that, he smiled.

It seems that Orta's disappointed departure yesterday has been seen by her, so she said this at this time.

After thanking him, he was about to go upstairs, when Outa suddenly asked with some curiosity, "Who was the one who went upstairs just now?"

"Oh, that's Duke Hans, the supreme consul of the city-state. ”

After speaking, Sister Li stroked her long hair and naturally combed it behind her ears, her delicate face looked more dignified and generous, with a mature beauty.

"Oh, thanks. Ota turned to go upstairs, the kind old man was not there, replaced by a middle-aged thick-eyed uncle sitting at the door, also holding a book to read with relish, and there was a kettle on the table, very leisurely.

After handing over his card and a silver coin, and asking where the ancient languages and historical materials were located, Orta rushed into the library in search of the books he needed.

Just as Ota was searching for the translation of the ancient text, an ornate carriage stopped outside the Consulate.

The car door opened, and I saw the Marquis of Carry, dressed in a beautiful robe, walking down, giving people a very evil smile at all times, and walking up the steps with a solemn face.