The red moon was hidden behind the clouds, and the stars were dim.

While everyone was falling asleep, Andrea Stiano was on the run.

He was walking through the vast snowfield, and he was wearing a "veil of invisibility" - this was the treasure of the clan that his father solemnly handed to him when he set out from the imperial capital five years ago, and the effect was to shield divination and peeping, and the negative effect was that he would gradually lose his body temperature until he became as cold as a corpse, but this could cancel out the negative effect of another magical item on his body, so it was not very harmful.

"Hohoo...... Hohoo ......"

Clouds of white mist rose before his eyes with wheezing.

For a Sequence 4 occultist, rapid movement does not require alternating legs at high frequencies, but he has a feeling of being out of breath and even wanting to vomit - not the load of intense exercise, but the pressure of fear.

The night was very quiet, there was no wind or snow, but there was a noisy buzzing in his ears, as if a thousand bees were nesting in his ears, he snorted, and then covered half of his face, and the skin under the palm of his hand cracked, and the flesh and blood solidified, turning into black and white eyes.

"Calm down, Andrey! Don't mess with yourself! He scolded himself inwardly, "Think about the mission given to you by your family!" ”

"How can you be ashamed of what your father and ancestors expected of you?! How can you fall here?! ”

Andrei tried to think of everything that reassured him, to dilute the noise in his ears, he remembered the ping-pong sound of a hammer hitting a piece of iron, the hissing of a reddened sword into the water, the harmonious and beautiful click of gears as they snapped into each other, the whirring sound of his father pulling the bellows...... He couldn't tell for a moment whether his father was gasping for breath or if the air was surging.

André remembered his father's copper-like face, the beads of sweat that flowed from his hair, the gloomy look that swept between his brows when he spoke of the glory of the family, and the fear, resentment and anger in his eyes when he spoke of the hidden sage.

"That rigoletto!"

Fathers and uncles used to grit their teeth and call the Hidden Sage.

"If it weren't for him stealing what we are good at, it would have been us who would have been valued by His Majesty the Emperor! It's Stiano! ”

"You know, we're also a family that has mastered a divine path! If He hadn't given us the first opportunity, why would we be here! ”

It turned out that as early as the era of strife, the ancestors had brought well-forged weapons to visit His Majesty the Emperor who had not yet become a god, hoping to exchange this for support, but the hidden sage took the lead and offered an "enchanted weapon".

They come in a variety of effects and shapes, ranging from swords that ignite flames, shields that bounce off the mental damage of mythical creatures, and siege guns that pierce through rocks.

It is not surprising that weapons possess extraordinary powers, but "enchanted weapons" do not require extraordinary properties or spiritual materials, and the source of their power is knowledge—ancient knowledge held only by the Hidden Sages.

The sharp swords forged by the craftsmen were suddenly eclipsed.

Although it is possible to achieve the same power by processing spiritual materials and extraordinary properties, a weapon is acceptable, ten, hundred, or thousand, it is not cost-effective—after all, a weapon is dead, an extraordinary person is alive, and no matter how subtle a dead thing is, it is not as good as a living person who can think and move.

Later, although His Majesty the Emperor still accepted them, let them forge weapons, and the craftsmen who made them came and went, but it was always the hidden sage and his dependents who made these weapons come and go, but it was always the hidden sage and his dependents who made these weapons come and go.

The difference between light and heavy is clear at a glance.

"But even so, He is not satisfied!" Father said angrily, "We have lost the initiative in weapon forging, and he wants to encroach on our place in other industries!" ”

"The Intellectual Property Protection Law has benefited us, but it is also paving the way for himself!"

"You really can't be idle."

After talking to Harder Stiano about the harpsichord, Thoth returned to his happy nest, hastily tied his hair into a bunch, tossed off his delicately embroidered robe, rolled up his sleeves neatly, and began to take bottles and cans out of the cupboard.

He always had a lot of jars, some for flowers, fruits, teas and snacks, and some for chemicals.

When he was "Meng Bai", although he was a liberal arts student who did not distinguish between the left-handed rule and the right-hand rule, had not studied advanced mathematics and probability, and even trigonometric functions and linear algebra were about to be returned to the math teacher, he had a mysterious interest in chemistry - maybe because he liked the feeling of mixing things, or maybe it was the irritating appearance of the restless medicine rushing out of the bottom of the test tube, and if it weren't for the chemistry teacher watching from the sidelines, he really wanted to blow up a test tube to play.

There is always a corner of a boy's heart that is wild, but some people love fighter models, some people love real CS, some people like to kill all sides in online games, and he likes to engage in some fierce chemical reactions, such as ......

What was I thinking?

Thoth's mind was empty, and he turned his head to look at some thief very experienced.

Amon helped him hang up his robe, with a "I didn't do anything, I'm very well-behaved" expression, but Thoth didn't eat it, stared, stared, continued to stare at—

"Liquid medicine cannon? Interesting, interesting. ”

The god of mischief applauded solemnly, and asked thoughtfully, "It's just that you don't seem to be sure whose toilet you want to throw this thing into, do you need me to recommend a few places?" ”

"Ahem, how could it be, how could I do such a lack of morality?"

The hidden sage, who had always behaved well, looked at the sky and the earth, and although his expression was tense, his ears were red, like a child who had been caught doing bad things.

"Really?"

Amun's eyes narrowed slightly, following his example.

Thoth hummed like a mosquito.

"Tsk, I didn't expect the great hidden sage to be a bad boy who lied."

"Who are you to say about me!"

Thoth finally couldn't take it anymore and reached out to rub his hair, and the two mythical creatures that were more than three hundred years old together staggered into a mess.

"Alright, alright." Amon helped his crooked monocle, "So you're ...... Want to get a new product patent? ”

"Well, it's mild-natured and law-abiding." Thoth solemnly stated, "No toilets will be blown up." ”

He weighed the amount of white powdered sodium hydroxide, poured it into the water, stirred it, and with another stretch of his hand, he summoned a basket of cocoons that had been drained of water, and then began to stir and stir, clockwise and counterclockwise......

The sound of prayer was heard in the sound of small stirring, and according to past experience, the person who prayed at this time was most likely to have a nightmare, and he could continue to pursue his little hobby with just a small blessing.

"Sage-sage, the craftsmen have acted."

This time it wasn't ordinary believers, but His dependents. Thoth let out an "um" and motioned for him to continue.

"The craftsmen who do not want to convert to you suddenly attack tonight, they have shaken the seal of the 'Minoan Labyrinth', and used the turmoil of the seal to win Andrea Stiano a chance to escape." The family gritted their teeth, "The one who accepted your gift, but was unwilling to be loyal to you. ”

"Expected."

Thoth's expression was calm, neither pleased nor angry.

"His subordinates are incompetent, and they have not been able to break through the seal that can hide his tracks," the dependent's tone was a little ashamed, "I only know that his connector on the north shore of the sea has not left yet." ”

"Nothing, in your person, you have done your duty."

Thoth pulled out the stirring rod, and the cocoon in the cup dissolved in half.

"Go and quell the riots, pacify the people, and I'll take over the rest...... Take a walk. ”

"Do as you will."

Prayer cut off.

"Walking?"

"Work." Thoth added, "The not-so-pretty kind. ”

"Can I join us?"

The little crow's dark eyes stared at him brightly.

"It's all said...... Never mind. Thoth sighed, "Go if you want." ”

You've seen it look even worse anyway.

"Father, are you looking for me......?"

As soon as she entered Medici's study, Yelena was attracted by two ornaments lying on black velvet, one hairpin and the other brooch.

If it was just ordinary jewelry, Yelena would not be so surprised, after all, the aristocratic ladies at the banquet were keen to compete for beauty, what jade, cat's eye, sun stone, amethyst, white opal were popular in turn, she saw more and became familiar with it.

But the striking thing about these two pieces is not the rare gemstones they are set in, but because they are as bright as a peacock's tail feathers and have a silky sheen – she has a hunch that they will become the new darlings of the fashion world.

"A new thing that Big-Eyed has come up with." Medici raised his chin, "That hairpin is for you." ”

"Then I have to thank Uncle Thoth." Yelena resisted the urge to pin the hairpin to her head immediately, "The brooch you gave you is also beautiful." ”

"He asked me to wear this thing to the banquet to advertise him, and the profit after the official listing is three or seven."

Medici looked at the brooch in the light, always dismissive of the bells and whistles—but for the sake of the money it would bring him, he was willing to give a little more attention.

He said with some amusement: "Although I appreciate his whimsical idea of making money, but as for competing with craftsmen so much?" ”

Yelena smiled, "But no matter what, you can save a lot of money on military expenses, can't you?" ”

"That's right." Medici glanced appreciatively at her daughter, "So I'd like to have this kind of 'rivalry' a few more times—the kind that calls me along." ”

Ouch, that's miserable.

Yelena thought to herself that Zoroaster and Jacob were threatened with their lives from Amon from time to time, but Stiano was made to make money by Uncle Thoth, and now his father was going to follow suit...... I don't know which one is worse.

Perhaps because she inherited her father's disposition to fan the flames, she gloated less kindly.