As Ying said, alchemy may be the same as cooking. Albedo didn't ask them to help, and took out the ingredients and seasonings by himself and began to make the food.

The whole production process is also very much in line with his identity as an alchemist, not that there is any technology and ruthlessness added to the dishes, Ying is sure that the ingredients and seasonings are all natural.

Refers to Albedo's process of making food, which is completely different from her and Xiangling's method of relying on feelings.

Albedo weighed the various ingredients and spices on a scale with precision and proportion, then began to place them in the pot with an hourglass timing, completing several dishes in a rigorous process that felt like an experiment.

Looking at Albedo's way of cooking, Anping felt like he was about to learn how to cook. Xiangling's words will only tell him to put a little bit, that put a little bit... As for the difference between a little and a little, only Xiangling herself knows.

"Eat it while it's hot, the food on the snowy mountains will soon be cold." The three of them gathered around the table and began to enjoy Albedo, the chief alchemist, who had made a dinner himself, and Albedo's expression looked much softer than at the beginning, probably a familiar relationship.

However, Albedo's food tasted really good, and even Paimon, who had been raised with a bad mouth, feasted on it.

Sure enough, alchemy and cooking have something in common.

"By the way, what's the deal with that cursed sword you just mentioned?" After eating about the same, Anping wiped his mouth, and it was time to get to the point.

"Do you know anything about Dorine and this snowy mountain?" In the face of Albedo's question, Ying and Anping nodded.

Could it be that this sword has something to do with Durin? An Ping recalled the wonderful feeling he had just for that sword, and the inexplicable heartbeat and pulse of the earth that he heard after stepping into the snowy mountain, could he really have anything to do with Du Lin five hundred years ago...

"Among the materials of this sword, there should be the remains of Durin, the blacksmith who forged this sword, the eyes, nails, scales of the dead dragon... Ground into powder and cast into the sword, so that Durin's filth and poison can be integrated into the sword, becoming the source of the sword's power. This is a very high level of craftsmanship, but the blacksmith disappeared after successfully forging the sword, and most likely has already met with misfortune. ”

"Missing? That's what you call the curse of this sword?! So how can you be sure we'll be okay with it? An Ping frowned.

"Because the filthy power of forging a sword is also a double-edged sword, which not only hurts others, but also hurts oneself. As long as you use this sword to fight, the filthy power of the sword will be transmitted into the user's body... But it doesn't matter to you, right, you have purified Dvalin's poisonous blood, and you have an extremely rare power that ensures that you are not only not corrupted by filth and poison, but also completely eliminate their danger, so it is best for you to use it. "At this point, Anping really likes Albedo, who is not a riddler at all, and directly explains the curse of the sword clearly.

"In that case, we're willing to cooperate with your research, but can I pick up this sword and try it first?" After being seduced by this sword for a while, An Ping couldn't wait to pick it up and satisfy this little burning sword fiercely.

It can't be the dragon soul that seals the remnants of Durin or something, right? His own royal road Shuangwen crosses the road of men, is it just now?

"Please." After getting Albedo's consent, Anping immediately stretched out his hand towards the sword, and even the sword body trembled imperceptibly with the naked eye, as if expecting Anping to grab its handle.

It's a pity that An Ping was still a step slower, and Ying held the sword in his hand at a faster speed. Well?! An Ping's eyes widened, watching Ying take this sword and try it a few times, and there was a feeling that Huang Mao was NtR in front of him.

In particular, the sword showed no signs of struggling in Ying's hands, as if it had been completely conquered by her advanced skills.

"Look at what I'm doing, I won't rob you, have you forgotten that you are going to start practicing with a wooden sword from tomorrow?" Ying was very incomprehensible about the grief and indignation in An Ping's eyes.

You're obviously just grabbing it! An Ping dared to be angry but did not dare to speak.

"That's... At least let me try it first... What if I can find something different when I hold it..."Thinking of Anping's strange performance when he saw the suspected wreckage of Durin, Ying felt that his words made some sense, after all, this sword had something to do with Durin, maybe Anping could really find something.

"Then I'll show you for the time being, but when you can defeat the hilichurl king with the wooden sword, when will the sword be yours." Ying's guidelines have always been strict, she really doesn't covet this sword, she has a better one.

"Yes, yes, yes—"

"Just say yes!"

"Yes!" Anping finally took the sword from Ying's hand. But after starting it, he was disappointed, although he could still feel some kind of emotional resonance from the sword, but it was too faint, it seemed that it was only because of the relationship between those wreckage that were insignificant compared to the original size of Durin's body.

There is no remnant soul of a dragon in the sword, and the body is not a divine weapon. It's just a poisoned sword with good materials, and it's a little stronger than the big road goods in the blacksmith shop.

However, after getting the sword, Anping was even more sure of one thing, that is, he could really resonate with Durin's wreckage.

The mysterious sound of a heartbeat was not an illusion. The heart of the dead Durin, it seems, is still beating after five hundred years.

So what exactly does he have to do with Doolin? Anping didn't have a clue.

"Give it back to you." Disappointed, Anping handed the sword back to Ying. Fluorescence knew by looking at his expression that he hadn't found anything.

"Now you should be sure that there will be no problem using this sword, and it's not too early, so that's all for today. Let's rest first, and I'll accompany you on a journey to the snowy mountains tomorrow morning to collect data. In this way, Anping and Ying ended the first day of their trip to the snowy mountains.

Because of the unexpected reward from Albedo, it can be said that it is very rewarding. An Ping, who was curled up alone in his sleeping bag, looked at Ying, who was sleeping with Paimon in his arms, and listened to the sound of the wind and snow in his emotions of not knowing who to envy.

The next morning, when An Ping woke up, Ying was already helping him sharpen a wooden sword. Albedo... Albedo... An Ping looked at it for a long time before he realized that he was standing on the edge of the cliff not far from the entrance of the cave, holding the picture album and seeming to depict something.

Obviously not far away, and his hair color is quite eye-catching in the snow, but Anping didn't find him at the first time.

Anping felt that Albedo unexpectedly seemed to have a bit of an Akarin attribute.