The process of making glass is simple, but it is not simple. It's hard, but it's not hard. Passing through the metropolis, the tin foil mercury glass is done. I don't talk about it in other books, so I don't have to worry too much about it here.

We have great dwarven brothers. No, the dwarf brothers, we still have the goblin brothers, the goblin brothers can't, we still have the human craftsmen!

With a mask, a glass mask. Carefully using mercury and tin foil, fastening the glass—Cybertron felt like he wasn't directing a mirror, but trying to develop a half-step with a smile.

Or he died in one day—— he didn't put Chuanbei, honey, bellflower, loquat paste and Tianshan Snow Lotus in it. How do you feel like Gargamel is plotting alchemy, how to murder the Smurfs?

Well, but that's a bit of an otherworldly feeling.

In the dark basement, Alice Phil also wore a mask and a glass mask, and was amazed to see how Cybertron had actually managed to make something that wasn't very good, but was indeed a mirror.

A single success is impossible, and it is impossible for the dwarf brothers, the goblin brothers, and some human craftsmen to leave the Francis family in this life. They can't go even if they want to, they know too many secrets. Besides, with a high salary, who wants to leave? It's just that the freedom is slightly restricted. After receiving Cybertron's idea, they spent the night studying the process of making mirrors. By the way, Cybertron came over to occupy the magpie's nest and performed in front of Alice Phil - how to fail to make a mirror.

But it doesn't matter, the prototype has appeared, this thing ......

There's a head!

"They gave us a piece of unowned wasteland, they deprived us of a qiē, and seemed to be pushing us to a dead end. But there is an old saying in our tribe that "there is no end to the road" - now the wasteland has become a quarantine zone, which is just right for our industrial zone. And those who are burdensome have become workers, those who almost starved to death were saved by us, they love you, they can even die for you. Madam, a qiē is ready-made. Loyal and abundant workers, who can even train an army to defend the factory, keep the secret grounds as factories - what can stop us?"

Cybertron handed Alice Phil a bumpy mirror of his latest zuò, who was biting his thumb nail as if thinking about something.

"We have many enemies...... In this way, is it too sharp?"

"We have always had a lot of enemies, and such a sharp edge is not necessarily a bad thing. Cybertron shook his head slightly, there were only three people in the basement: him, Alice Phil, and Glucy (two people plus a monster machine qì niang).

"Well, then how can I thank you? You've only been in my family for less than a month, and you've given us so many gifts......" Alice Fell looked down and thought for a moment, and said, "Well, this mirror is ten percent profitable, and I'll give you a thank you gift?"

“...... That's a lot. ”

"Not satisfied? Well, I'll give you 20 percent. Alice Phil said, "But that's going to give you pure profit." ”

"I really think so...... Forget it, it hurts to bring money - remember to give it to me on time every month. Cybertron suddenly felt that life was better. Who else in this world can stop themselves!?" "We have time to study the specific matters, just train the workers, and do a good job of secrecy! The most important thing is the secrecy measures-"

Cybertron raised his head to the sky and howled three times, who would dare to kill me!

- Dear, do you remember the fiancée of the Burkeso in the Ellan Strait?——

Cybertron wrote a poem in praise of the great Mrs. Alice Field. This is simple to die for, after all, I used to rely on this bastard to eat.

"I want to compare you to a charming summer day, but you are even more lovely and gentle :...... Even death will not dare to be arrogant against you, for you will live forever in the immortal Psalm: and as long as the world lives, you will remain with this Psalm. ”

Pick a random sonnet by Shakespeare.

However, after writing (copying), Cybertron found out that Sha (what) Shi (is) more unlucky than (b) Ya (ah), so he has to be a virgin? But fortunately, although it is a little awkward to look at his face, this head often falls down is also a little awkward. However, I can be regarded as having a girlfriend myself......

Although he looks the same as himself.

Then came the harvest season for Cybertron, and Alice Phil carried Cybertron's poems in and out of various social circles. This made her even more famous, and even the literati in Lan Dun and the Southern Continent knew that there was such a charming wife in Canafon, who was far away in Eagle Gelan. Because this poem, which was not written by Cybertron anyway, he let the rain blow and the wind blow. Produced by Shakespeare, the quality does not seem to be evaluated by others.

There are one, there are two, and Alice Phil modestly states that she is not alone (but a goddess?), along with the distribution of food and clean water, and a certain patriarch.

Anyway, Cybertron thinks that it is okay to copy it now, and it is also itself if it is not copied. Now is no longer the age of making excuses for yourself, but the age of others looking at your own mountains. So, I copied Schiller's by hand, but replaced it with the Holy Light, and the beginning was to praise the Holy Light. "O light and joy, beautiful and magical spark. Daughter of Elysium, Daughter of Heaven, we are drunk and have come to strike your sacred temple. ”

Isn't that simple?

It wasn't until Miss Headless Horsemann bit Cybertron her head for ten minutes, and he didn't let go until he agreed to write for the Headless Horseman. Cybertron immediately collapsed, Miss Headless Horsemann has a quiet charm like the moon (in fact, the moon is cloudy and sunny, and Miss Headless Horsemann also sometimes has a head, sometimes has no head). Immediately "created" a song -

None of this was really anything, it only happened in just three days.

That is, Yu Fang is so excited that she doesn't know how to describe it in words, every time she gathers the muse of spiritual communication in her dreams, Lanahi, and other literary races, she is the best in the middle, the uncrowned queen - don't look at Cybertron here is just a maid, or the kind that seems to be very exposed in this era. However, in the field of art, people are thriving - how to talk about frustration in love and pride in the workplace.

Cybertron's reputation as the king of literature and art can't help but go away, thanks to the guarantee of races such as Lanahi, Muses, etc. There has never been such a splendid and formal music and such a formal and colorful poem in this world, and some young people (with a vicious eye) say that the rumors (the truth) of Cybertron's plagiarism are self-defeating.

Anyway, the point is not Cybertron's middle two disease - but the whole world as a middle two.

This is the era of the second second, and the whole people are almost climaxing with the high lines of metaphysics, poetry and cybertron. Whoever can say that the more middle two, the more literate he is!

The current Cybertron has simply become a musical god and poet who came to the ancient civilization and walked in the world. Even with the fame of the Bourkesos, it has risen by n percentage points.

...... But the Bourkeso are truly barbarians!

Cybertron's daily life is very leisurely, except for sometimes having to play with the blonde Ellie little Lori, accompany her mother to do work, accompany her sister to shake the maid Yu Fang to engage in art, and be chased by the same beauty - it's nothing.

Looks like it's going well.

Until one day, the genuine Bourkeso appeared.