Oliver Wells, a giant of Western European academia.

So far, a lot of the cognition of xenomorphs in Western Europe has been studied by this top scholar, including the "emperor-retainer" system, as well as all known xenomorph families, behind which there is the back of the old man.

It is no exaggeration to say that the old man almost single-handedly formed a small half of the academic circle in Western Europe.

In fact, the relationship between the old man Oliver and the only master in the East, Song Qingci's father's teacher, that is, Wu Dayou, was very good, and the two often exchanged letters and occasionally exchanged ideas on the Internet.

However, it is a pity that Wu Dayou was hit very hard because of Song Weilu's betrayal, so that he gradually lost his connection with others in society.

So the old man didn't be able to meet his friends in the end, and only learned the news of his old friend's death not long ago from the mouths of others.

When he heard the news, the old man was rarely stunned for a few minutes, sitting on the sofa and looking unfocused.

After a long while, the old man sighed and said, "As for the study of the supernatural, this is going to be ten years back. ”

This is a judgment from Oliver Wells.

Although he is not as good as Wu Dayou in terms of academic achievements and status, Oliver himself also has his own unique vision and keen sense of smell.

Therefore, after hearing that Wu Dayou had passed away, he really felt that the current progress of xenomorph research might be slowed down for a long time.

Although new researchers emerge one after another, and many of them are extremely talented, they still cannot be compared with Wu Dayou's "demons".

Even if people like Wu Dayou may be a little sluggish after years of precipitation, their high-level awareness and accumulated rich experience can still allow them to provide forward-looking suggestions in academic work.

It's a pity that there will probably not be such people in the future.

Glancing at the letterhead in his hand, the old man sighed, with sighs and regrets in his voice.

Putting the letterhead back in his pocket, he began to read the book that had been handed him.

This is a study of family relations in Western Europe, and it is also another embodiment of Wu Dayou's wonderful and brilliant appearance.

Although he had not personally set foot on the soil of Western Europe, he had only distilled some ideas from the research of others and the summaries of his work over the years, but they were valuable enough.

If such a book is left outside, I am afraid that it will not be long before the news gradually ferments, and finally attracts countless scholars and businessmen to rush for it.

At least that's what the old man thinks.

Looking at the contents of the book, the old man read it very carefully at first.

Beside him, the middle-aged man who had been standing outside also walked in, and after glancing at Bering vigilantly, he stood firmly beside the old man.

In the face of such a gaze, Bering just smiled back.

This is probably the old man's son, Bering thought to himself.

The news that the old man came to the drill was very secret, and the place where he lived was also kept secret. If it weren't for Bering's identity as a teacher, plus some small skills, I'm afraid he wouldn't have been able to touch it here.

And even if you touch it, it is a trouble to let the old man's son, who is guarding the door, go in and report.

For this reason, Bering had to reveal something a little, some secret information, which made the old man's son look horrified and had to come in to report.

However, it is precisely for this reason that the old man's child now follows Bering in and follows him, as if he is afraid that Bering wants to mess with something.

In this regard, Bering could only spread his hands and say that he would not do anything.

There was a moment of silence.

After reading about three pages, the old man turned back to the table of contents and began to review them one by one.

When he saw the second half of the content, it was obvious that something was not quite right on Old Man Oliver's face.

He muttered something softly, and his old fingers, like withered branches, pressed against the paper, making a rough "rustle" echo, like sandpaper rubbing against the ground.

After going back and forth, Oliver looked up at the guest, "This book, was it given to me?" ”

"Of course," said the guest, or rather Bering, with a smile, "at your disposal." ”

When the words fell, the old man nodded: "That's good." ”

As he spoke, he reached out and pressed his hands on either side of the book.

Then with a gentle push of both hands, pull the sides of the page tightly.

The next second.

With a dull "tearing" sound, a crack appeared in the middle of the page. In just a few seconds, the thick tome of academic books was directly torn in half by Oliver!

Throwing away the back half of the book, the old man's hand stroked the first half of the book, and said lovingly: "Sure enough, what Wu Dayou wrote about that old thing is indeed different from others." ”

"The content of the second half is attached to others at first glance, and it cannot be said that it is completely consistent, but it can only be said that it is nonsense. Such writing, put together with the writings of that old thing, is simply a stain on that old fellow. ”

Rubbing the first half of the page, Oliver's eyes narrowed slightly: "However, that old thing thought so deeply......"

"Greece, Hermes, oh, it seems that the old guy was really not joking when he told me that he had found some key factors, it was funny."

As he spoke, he slapped his thigh again: "It's just that why did you die so early, an old thing?" No one can write the second half of the rest of the book, who is the lake?! If I'm not old now, I'll have to find a shovel and dig up your grave, and take out your bones so that you can spit out the second half of the contents and then turn them into inorganics! ”

This is probably a very hardcore way to urge changes.

Seeing Old Man Oliver scolding as if no one was there, the smile on Bering's face remained unchanged.

In fact, he didn't hold back at first, and subconsciously felt a little stunned.

No way, before that, he had always thought that these scholars should be gentle and elegant, if not knowledgeable. After all, Master Wu Dayou is a very gentle and easy-going person, even if someone offends him, he doesn't care at all.

To be honest, if you are too short-tempered, you should not be able to do scientific research.

But he really didn't expect that Oliver Wells, who is also an academic giant, would be such a ...... Elegant and easy-going people.

If it weren't for the fact that he had practiced countless times in the sea of consciousness before, I was afraid that now Bering would have to hold his face and subconsciously laugh.

But fortunately, it wasn't the "first time" for him.

So he just chuckled and said, "At the time of writing this book, Master Wu's body was already very weak. According to him, although the second half of the book has a clue and is the key to 'revealing some of the secrets', it is not enough to support the intensive work. ”

Looking at Oliver, Bering said sincerely: "Later, when I found this book, I thought about it carefully. I think that at present, there are only people in the world who can complete this grand work, except for Master Wu, and you may be the only one who barely has such conditions and qualifications. ”

So it's a gift and a request. I hope that you will remember the friendship with Master Wu and the deteriorating form of society, and rewrite the second half of this masterpiece as it should be. ”

Listening to Bering's words, Old Man Oliver snorted a few times.

He didn't care much about Bering saying that he was just "reluctantly" qualified.

To be honest, I've lived for so long, even if I'm really a little competitive, after Wu Dayou died, I lost a lot of it.

Now the old man simply admits that he is indeed inferior to Wu Dayou's old thing. If he is a genius, then Wu Dayou's old thing is a "monster"!

He is simply like a monster like Lord Niu and Maxwell, a big man who is enough to shine in history for future generations, inherit for others, and start a sect. can be said to be qualified to have a book for Wu Da, in fact, the old man is not to mention how happy he is when he listens.

Stroking the cover of "Family Exam", Oliver didn't raise his eyelids: "Heh, finish this thing......"

"It's difficult, it's very rare," he said, "Wu Dayou's formulas and equations are simply messy, and no one but him can understand them." Even if it's me, I'm afraid I can only understand seven or eight out of ten......"

Although it was difficult to say it, the old man's fingers pinching the pages were honest and had no intention of letting go at all.

After a moment of silence, Oliver said, "However, since it is the work of that old thing, then I should do something about it!" ”

"However, I was only able to do part of it. I'm going to take it back to a few of my old friends to see the follow-up content. Heh, those guys probably heard that I got Wu Dayou's monograph, and their eyes were going to pop out......"

While muttering, the old man glanced at Bering again.

He said, "And then? Specifically inquired from other people about my residence in the exercise, and then voted for my favorite, and it was a relationship, and your purpose was just to send books? ”

Hearing this, Bai Ling said with a smile: "I really can't hide it from you." ”

He stood up, took two steps forward, and stood beside the young man, "In addition to asking for your help in completing that magnum opus, I would also like to borrow your disciple, Mr. Gerard Harold. ”

This is also the main purpose of Bering's coming here.

Gerald Harold, a disciple of Oliver, was titled "The Blacksmith".

If Oliver's status as an academic champion is worthy of Bering's attention, then "Blacksmith" Gerard Harold is truly worthy of Bering's personal visit!

Although his name is now only a little-known "blacksmith", Bering knows very well that in just a few months, he will complete his transformation through trials and achieve the name of "Molten Iron Tempering"!

He is also one of the few "S" class talents in Bering's diary, and the only "S" in Western Europe!

The original world's self does not simply rely on combat power when judging talents, such as Gerard Harold, his own combat ability is actually not too strong, let alone Ding Yan, I am afraid that Ji Qianqin may not be able to compare with it in the future.

But he is a top talent who can beat Ding Yan, Song Qingci and others, and is respected as "S"!

The reason for this lies in his own particularity.

Befitting his title, Gerald's abilities are derived from the techniques of Hephaestus, the "god of fire and forging" in Greek mythology!

Gerald was born with a sensitivity and familiarity with blacksmithing, and the indicators of blacksmithing, such as heat, temperature, and air, were like cursors that could be driven at will in his eyes. As long as he wants, he can even forge an extreme piece of material in a way that others can't imagine at all.

In the future, many powerful people's weapons and props were created by Gerald, and even because of his excellent forging skills, his works were also spread to the side of the xenos, which surprised many xenos.

"Forging", growth, connections, this is why Bering in the original world named Gerald "S"!

At the same time, it is also the reason why Bering came to the door!

When he heard Bering's words, Old Man Oliver raised his eyebrows slightly.

He glanced at Gerald next to him, and was silent for about three seconds.

After three seconds, Oliver scoffed, "You're looking for him?" ”

"You haven't heard rumors from others that he has inherited the 'Forging Grace' and plans to cling to his relationship, right?"

Oliver shook his head, "If that's the case, then you might as well go back." ”

Saying that, the old man sighed: "I don't know where you heard the news from, I don't even know who you are, but since you can find out this step, I'm afraid the relationship is not simple." However, I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed. ”

Pointing at Gerald, the old man said, "This boy doesn't forge for anyone else, and he's been twenty years now, and he's done nothing but polish fine iron." In the past, there were many people who wanted to find him to forge, but now, there is not a single one! ”

Listening to the old man's words, the smile on Bering's face remained unchanged.

He looked at Gerald, who was naked and extremely engaged, and said softly: "The sword is hidden in the box, and the light is not revealed. The various skills tempered on the iron block are also the way to polish the spirit and seek up and down. ”

"It seems to me that Mr. Harold's consciousness has been tempered a thousand times, and he is only one step away from being able to see the clouds and the moon, and reflect the heavens."

said.

Bering's fingers flicked slightly.

He had tried countless times in the sea of consciousness before this, knowing what to do now and what problems to avoid.

The original world himself also mentioned in his diary that Gerald is currently facing the "dilemma", as well as the conditions and rhythm required to solve the dilemma.

This is what the future Gerald himself said.

Naturally, there is plenty of credibility.

It can be said that the current Bering is standing on the shoulders of the future self and the future Gerald, and in an almost brutal way, the noose that has been wrapped around Gerald's neck for several years is forcefully untied!

Even after a few months, he would be able to break free.

Bering just brought this forward a little bit earlier.

Soon, gray mist rose up and down with his movements.

In a few breaths, a thick mist wrapped around Gerald's body, zigzagging along the muscular block, all the way down to the sledgehammer in his hand, and the refined iron that had been struck by the sledgehammer.

Looking at this action, Oliver's son's face changed slightly.

He tried to get up and shout at Bering, but the next second, Oliver stopped him.

The old man looked solemnly at Bering's gray mist, and his lips twitched slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

But in the end, he didn't say anything, just silently watched Bering's movements.

About three seconds passed.

The mist completely enveloped Gerald's arm and hammer.

Then, Bering's fingers flexed slightly.

Soon, as if in response to Bering's movements, something suddenly flew out of the tote bag and hovered in midair.

It was the red lotus's soul-burning elixir, and the scarlet liquid flowed in the test tube, like a beautiful mandala flower.

Looking at this test tube, Bering did not hesitate at all and flicked his fingers.

With his movements, the walls of the test tube cracked slightly, and red liquid flowed out of the crack, dripping onto Gerald's hammer, like a roaring serpent tightly wound around the hammer!

With the blessing of various factors.

Gerald's movements became a perfect piece of music composed by the hand of God, striking the iron with a constant "clanging" reverberation.

Each note carries the unique harmony of forging, as if the consciousness is completely kneaded into the process of "forging", and the chapters of the music are progressive.

Under the manipulation of the mist, Gerald's original movements paused slightly.

Soon, he looked like he felt something, and his face changed!

It's just that this change of face is not because of his own rhythm being interrupted, but because after adding some elements to the original harmonious notes, the whole movement actually presents a novel change!

It was a change that Gerald had never seen before, a perfect composition, and the mere rhythm of the rhythm made one feel as if the consciousness was filled with the ocean, the cold water flowing on the chest and rising and falling with the relaxation of the muscles.

In the midst of the rough sea, Gerald's hammer forging gradually began to pick up speed.

Bering's fingers moved gently in the air, trying his best to compose the perfect accompaniment for Gerald.

Moments later.

Bering withdrew his hand and said with a smile: "The time has come." ”

His voice was subdued in the rising and falling hammer, like a spark bursting and the hammer sounding melodious.

"Please listen, both of you, to the glorious and dazzling echo of the blazing earth fire pouring out of the center."

The voice fell.

Gerald's hammer slammed into the iron!

The sound of "jingle" echoed throughout the room, like a red dragon splitting the ground and splashing gold.

It's just that this time the change in rhythm can be heard by almost anyone!

This is a tribute to wrought iron! It is the prostration of iron and inorganic matter to the authority of the god of forging! It is the ultimate sublimation of tempering and forging!

Under this rhythmic rhythm, all forging will be perfect, without flaws!

In the sound of forging, there was a faint crimson phantom flowing in the smoke.

At the same time, this change was accompanied by flames.

Almost as soon as the sound of "clanging" ended, a raging flame leaped up from the forge and burned in the air without any trace of extinguishing!

This flame danced, as if the mythical god of forging had really descended on the mortal world, leaving a wisp of residual flame from his fingertips, burning down in the fierce heat!

Look at this flame.

Gerald's expression gradually became richer.

If before he was like a piece of material without hammering, now he has become a jade with a luster and luster that has been tempered for thousands of years.

Watching the dancing flames, he smiled innocently like a child on his face.

The smile was flushed by the dancing flames.

"It's so beautiful......"

Holding out his hand, Gerald whispered, "This is, 'Forged Earthfire'. ”

"Hephaestus' Breath ......!"

At this moment, the flame of Greek mythology and the surging golden fire of the god of forging are presented in the real world little by little!