The boss smiled. Regarding the misunderstanding of the dwarves, Han Tuo could only smile helplessly, "It's not what you think." "I really didn't mean to step on two boats, but the look of contempt on the dwarf's face was clearly "I don't believe your nonsense at all".

But he still carefully packaged the ornaments that Han Tuo needed, and laid exquisite ribbons on them.

Han Tuo was like this, with the thought of a certain young swordsman in his heart, he leaned down and picked up the tightly decorated gift from the dwarf's hand.

At the same time, the girl with a tight cloak and a bowed head walked along the road, and because she didn't want people to see her face clearly, the hood of the cloak was half lowered, obscuring her slightly upward vision.

And on Hantuo's side, because he leaned down to pick up the gift that was originally given to the girl, he staggered his gaze facing the road at this moment.

In this way, the two of them missed each other, and the actual distance was less than one meter long, so they passed by. As if it was the cruelest joke given to the two by the god of fate, the poignant coincidence, as if two non-parallel and infinitely extended straight lines, after a long extension, finally gathered at a certain moment to a certain place, but after a brief encounter, they parted ways again, and all the efforts and fate accumulated before this were all in vain.

It's a sad story.

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"It's finally over!" the white-bearded dwarf squatted on the ground panting, shouting without any image, venting the huge fatigue he had accumulated in a short period of time, "It's even more tiring than a rapid march of 10,000 meters!"

"Hard brother, it's really sad to bother you to do such a thing when you come back from a big war. "Dwarves don't say polite words to each other, so when he says it, it represents his true guilt.

Whitebeard just waved one hand, indicating that he didn't care too much about this level of things at all. A red magical light lit up, and then a large amount of cold water gushed out from Whitebeard's center, washing away the muscular bodies of the two. The sharp lines of the muscles are as graceful as a knife and axe, and they are recognized by all the races of the Gedia, and although the dwarves are short, their proportions of body muscles are exemplary among all races.

This kind of evaluation is applied to the two brothers vividly.

But they didn't do anything more with themselves than the spring water that washed their bodies, and they didn't even have time to put on a piece of clothing. It's not that they're too their bodies.

Because for a blacksmith, there is nothing more than a pastime to look at the artifacts he has successfully built after finishing his work. Just looking at the result, looking at the treasure that has been condensed with all his painstaking efforts, and fantasizing that it will be played a greater role by its owner in the future, all the efforts are already worth it.

The two dwarf brothers, who were over half a hundred years old, were like two young children, squatting on the ground side by side, blinking their eyes that shone with smart light, looking at the building block tower they had built in amazement, looking at each other, almost unable to believe that such a "magnificent" project was actually from them.

They are looking at the brand-new treasure created with amazement, [Huayue], even if they have been forging for half a lifetime, such a perfect work is the only one they have seen in their lives.

The swarthy bow is covered with golden yellow lines, and it is like a golden dragon swimming in it, bringing a bright vitality. The majestic momentum of the weapon can almost be observed with the naked eye, like a seedling in the growth stage, and there is a spirit that constantly drills upward.

The younger brother was amazed, but Whitebeard frowned at it.

There is no way not to think that half of the credit for such an achievement is due to the superb forging skills of his two brothers, and the other half is undoubtedly due to the unknown material, and all the sources of momentum are generated because of this.

No, I can't say that I don't know where it came from, I know very well what it is. It is not unclear who obtained this material. The memory flashed back of the young man's slightly emaciated but imposing back, and only slightly witnessed his face, and his entire body was shrouded in layers of mystery.

"The ...... who provided the materials Who the hell is it?!"

The whitebearded dwarf's calm words shook him.

Sure enough, it was still exposed, and the black cloth really couldn't hide from his eyes, and the matter of the demon king's heart as a material was discovered in the end.

He didn't say anything, just rubbed the golden lines on the [Birch Moon]. The long-term bond made Whitebeard himself clearly know that this was his brother's habitual action when he was thinking about something, indicating that he was engaged in a fierce battle of ideas in his heart at this moment, and the words he said must have been said after careful consideration.

"I ...... They made an agreement and could not reveal their identities. ”

"But, I vouch for my character, they are all good and good children, and that must be true!"

The dwarf stood up and bravely looked his eldest brother in the eye, which was the easiest way to tell if the other was lying, as was customary between brothers. From judging whether the other party stole their candy when they were young, to discussing what they learned when they grew up, it finally rose to the time when they confirmed each other's beliefs in life.

Whitebeard's eyes narrowed slightly.

In his brother's eyes, he saw unbelievable firmness and a belief as deep and heavy as a mountain.

"I see, I believe in you. Whitebeard sighed heavily, as if feeling helpless about his brother's behavior. Thinking about it, it's exactly like this, his younger brother has never been a peaceful character, even if he is dealing with such a crazy thing with such an unknown guy, it's not impossible to do it.

That's exactly what I said.

But when my younger brother heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed his tense body, and there was a gap in his consciousness because of this. Whitebeard has added a magical mark of his own to [Birch Moon], with which he can trace the location of the owner of this treasure without hindrance.

Completely undetected.

I'm sorry, Whitebeard apologizes in his heart.

As an elder brother, trusting the younger brother is, of course, unreasonable, to abide by it, but in addition to the "eldest brother", he also has a more responsible identity such as "the leader of the dwarves". There is no room for sloppiness at all, which is why such a "despicable" thing was done.

Even so, I can't let go of the slightest clue! All the sparks of calamity must be stripped in the cradle! )