"My name is Bucket." The dwarf looked at Leonardo da Vinci playfully, kissing her on the face while she wasn't looking.

Leonardo da Vinci did not have the usual shame, and took it for granted, but was more concerned about whether there was lubrication on the face of the bucket.

An ice cube slammed into the barrel's face, and he felt the devil again.

Out of politeness, Norton and Leonardo da Vinci's facial muscles contorted, stifling a dead smile, and finally laughing at the second time in the barrel.

The "cat" found a good opportunity to insert, and became playful, triumphant, and said to Norton and Victoria with a bit of warning: "She's the Moon God Apostle, and now she summoned me and projected it onto the cat, what a classic image." I'm a winged, discharged, human-faced, and bigger than you."

The witch was still expressionless, but she strengthened her fingertips, and with some strength, the "cat" who had suffered from pain became well-behaved again.

After the frolic was over, the dwarf began to narrate...

The dwarf's name is Bucket, and he is 36 years old, and he is a good gentleman of the master of the workshop of the Central Alchemy Workshop, and he is very popular and loves life.

Due to his artistic modeling and strict self-requirements, the items he made were highly sought after and popular in Wang.

During an experiment that every alchemist would attempt to turn stone into gold, his intelligent and capable disciple misoperated the reactor and was burned to death by the mixed metal magma erupting from the alchemy tank.

Since then, the bucket has lived in self-blame and regret, his work has become casual, his manners have become rude, and he has become an alcoholic, constantly sending out tasks for the bounty hunters to help find the apprentice's family.

The bounty hunter found the address of the beloved disciple very quickly, and soon found the address of the beloved apprentice, and the barrel held the address for a long time and did not dare to move, and was retaliated by the impulsive family, so he could only entrust the bounty hunter to investigate the beloved apprentice's background.

Now the wine barrel blamed himself even more, his beloved apprentice was a lone seedling, and there was only one disabled brother left in the family who needed to be taken care of, and for the first time, he became isolated and frightened.

He is the male protagonist in the vulgar theater, and the apprentice is the cause of events in the vulgar opera, and the thought of the common plot bucket in this vulgar opera makes him panic all day, he can only escape from this fucking plot, escape, escape to a mountain village.

Bucket opened an unlicensed alchemy workshop in the countryside, no matter how many he had, anyway, there were no guards, he wanted to make some novelties every day to make a living, but it turned out to be very popular, and even the marginal counties would come all the way to buy it.

Casually, rudely, and drunkenness, all the unpleasant and disgusting bad habits of the body, were instead understood by the people around him as the free and tempered temper of the bucket master, and the more real the bucket, the more people trusted his alchemical creations, and this fame even spread to the place where he worked.

Day after day, the home inexplicably becomes luxurious, every day you get up to find valuable objects, and there is an endless stream of apprentices seeking education.

Winning the lottery, picking up an incomprehensible alchemy recipe recorded in ancient texts, and being pursued by a group of beautiful girls who are just starting to fall in love.

All this did not make the bucket any better, but became more confused, and the pain of losing his apprentice was mixed with the kindness of others, and it was constantly impacting his fragile heart under his strong shell.

A cage woven by a society or a cocoon wraps a bucket of water every day, and every time the bucket forcibly breaks the cocoon, the kindness and tolerance of the people around him will put him back in the cage again.

"He's a nice guy", "He gave my daughter a doll", "He's just a little weird about his temper." ”

Finally, the bucket demon was stunned, and he fell into madness for some reason to refine his apprentice into an alchemy puppet, so that he could accompany himself.

He picked up a shovel and found the cemetery where the apprentice was buried, and stunned the ghost of the grave keeper.

It was already midnight, and there was no one on the avenue next to the cemetery, I don't know if it was the supernatural phenomenon or the atmosphere of the cemetery, and the sparse dead trees that had not been watered around were still stubbornly alive.

Smelling the lifeless taste of the rotting sacrifice, the bucket knew that there were one or two grave guards here who were not good for a living person like him, took out a smoothbore gun, consumed a piece of ore and soil to urgently refine into a trumpet self-defense clay puppet that followed him, and continued to walk in the direction of the grave of the memory apprentice.

"It's best not to run into too many grave ghouls, I don't want to get in trouble." The bucket danced the shovel and tested the sturdiness of the shovel.

Nothing happened...

When he came to the apprentice's tombstone, no sooner had he dug up the dirt than a large number of dead branches fell, owls and bats flew around, and a swarm of foul-smelling rats emerged from the mud as if to warn him not to go any further.

"Why don't you have a cat bark again, even this cemetery is vulgar." The bucket muttered to himself as he smashed open the apprentice's coffin with a shovel.

Despite the lack of help from the Beak Plague Doctor and the Spell Magician, the burn-ridden apprentice was still fairly well preserved by alchemy techniques, with only a few dozen fluid-hungry maggots lying on the apprentice's rotten flesh.

A rotting stench came into the bucket's nose "Corpses preserved by this technique shouldn't smell..."The bucket was just about to check this question, and the two adult fat ghouls who had eaten too much sacrifice came out of nowhere.

The ghoul is the size of an adult baby goat, and it is obvious that it is well cared for by its owner, and although it burrows around the grave every day, there is only mud where it lands, and the smell of cologne masks the body odor.

Two fat creatures drooled, their heads like bats, but no eyes and ears that were judged by smell alone, their yellow skin wrapped in scaly muscles, and the names of ghosts carved into their chests.

The bucket was irritated when he saw this filthy and evil thing, and he didn't eat the corpses of ghouls raised by the responsible owner, so I should have chosen a high-level cemetery and even used alchemy techniques.

Fortunately, the apprentice's body was burned to death, and it was not dug out and smelled by these two gluttonous things.

Raise your hand and shoot one at a time, afraid that a few more of this thing will come while disposing of the corpse, and take out the powder that has been prepared in the waist bag for a long time, and set the ghoul corpse on fire.

"The grave keeper didn't see me, the ghouls couldn't smell me, and no dog was fine." The bucket muttered to himself, carrying the corpse on his back.

…

"The preservatives of the plague doctor, liquefied ore, magic stones sent by witches, mechanical bones, and finally wrapped in my alchemy skin will be done, and you will be resurrected in no time." Looking at the corpse of the beloved disciple who had lost his soul, the bucket began to talk to himself in a frenzy.

The flames ignited all the ore in the bucket's dull sight, and a large amount of black solution was concentrated in a single vessel.

The bucket carefully removed the bones, peeled off the skin, and replaced them with alchemical materials.

Slowly cut open the fat on the chest and inject liquefied ore, and take out the rotten heart and replace it with the magic stone.

Finally, a large amount of black solution was injected into the apprentice's body along the blood vessels, and when it was over, the bucket activated the circle.

The corpse slowly stood up, the bucket kissing the alchemy golem's cheek, and embracing his creation with teary eyes.

Since then, the spirit of the bucket has been getting better day by day, and he has begun to shave, clean up his body odor, and live a sunny and generous life every day.

…

"Later, I was arrested by the guards for injuring the grave keeper, killing his ghouls, and desecrating the corpse." The bucket smiled awkwardly, "Later, I also received a letter from the king in prison. ”