Chapter 463 Thirteen is a very strange number
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Neville, who was preoccupied, looked sullen until he boarded the yacht.
Vincent cast a spell to make the yacht drive automatically, and then came to him.
"Do you want to go outside and enjoy the sea breeze?"
"Uh-ok."
The inland sea is formed by pouring seawater into the basin, so the air has a high salt content, and the skin will become dry after blowing for a long time.
"Neville, people are not born equal, but life is equal."
Vincent raised his index finger to outline Voldemort's large, noseless face.
"This sour radish is crazy about immortality, and turned itself into this ghost."
The somewhat comical big face dissipated into a cloud of black mist.
"His soul no longer belongs to him, even wandering ghosts are countless times stronger than him."
Neville watched in a daze as the black mist dissipated little by little.
"No matter how powerful his mana is, no matter how invincible he is, he is still a villain who is extremely greedy for life and afraid of death."
"Vincent, I—I—"
"You're far braver than him, Neville."
The corners of Hermione's mouth rose slightly as she was eavesdropping behind the cabin door.
"Can you say his name like I can?"
Neville's eye circles instantly turned red, "Yes! I can!"
Under Vincent's eyes full of encouragement, he took a deep breath and shouted out the name:
"Voldemort! You are a villain who is greedy for life and afraid of death!
I won't be afraid of you anymore, come and find me now if you have the ability! "
It worked so well that Vincent's ears rang a little.
"Thank you." Neville gasped, "I feel like I'm full of strength now."
"Keep calm until that moment comes, and turn all the accumulated anger into strength."
He puffed up his chest and wiped away the tears that were about to flow from his eyes with the back of his hand.
"I believe you." Vincent turned around and said with a chuckle, "And Malfoy's group, they're actually nothing to be afraid of."
Neville was stunned for a while, and the cowardice that suddenly flashed in his eyes was gradually disappearing.
Relying on money and status to be domineering, there is really nothing to be afraid of.
After tearing these away, they are left with hypocrisy and affectation.
"Malfoy! You're worse than Voldemort!
Snape!If you dare to target us like this, you will be punished sooner or later! "
Vincent staggered, almost unable to keep his glorious image just now.
Hermione smiled and walked up to him from behind the hatch.
"Parkinson! Not only are you ugly, but you always jump out to scare people!"
"Pfft—" Daphne, who followed quietly, revealed.
The timing was perfect, it's a pity it wasn't intimidated.
Vincent passed Hermione nonchalantly, "What are you doing? Gossip is on fire again?"
He walked into the cabin and saw a whole row of eavesdropping figures in the aisle, he almost couldn't hold back the expression on his face.
"It's all gone, let Neville have a good vent."
"Oh." James, who was holding the camera, was a little disappointed.
If only moving magic photos could be recorded.
No, the camera can be modified to be immune to magic, and the camera must be able to do it too.
He followed behind Vincent, "Old Wen, how is your current level of alchemy?"
"Barely able to see, what's wrong?"
"Then can you modify a video camera that is not interfered by magic?"..."Of course you can, but Mr. Weasley is the director of the Office of Prohibiting the Misuse of Muggle Items, and something big will happen after the modification."
James blinked, "What about your gun?"
"I'm just referring to the structure a little bit. How can it be abused without using Muggle craftsmanship."
Hermione, who had just entered the cabin, rolled her eyes.
Wizards don't know anything about trigger hammers and gun chambers, and there are no real Muggle items as references, and they don't even care about building spaceships.
She began to worry a little about the wetsuit and oxygen tanks.
Superheroes go to sea collectively?
Impossible... right.
After all, a large luxury yacht is a large luxury yacht, and there is still a small room for two people.
After entering, Vincent opened the suitcase and found a dozen sets of new clothes that he hadn't worn.
Either black or white.
It's too monotonous.
He took out a piece of copper-iron alloy, and stared blankly at the huge pile of paints in front of him.
Full metal is too extravagant, and the complexity does not allow him to make it in a short time.
The deepest Naruto Strait in the Seto Inland Sea is only 217 meters, and other places are only 20 to 40 meters.
They are all wizards, so there is no need to consider water pressure.
Sufficient elasticity, wear-resistant and waterproof.
Opening Niko's manuscript, there are several suitable formulas.
The most difficult one is of course using Mithril as the braid.
The easiest is to describe the magic circuit to the clothes.
Theoretically, if you don't use a magic wand to portray, the effect will definitely be greatly reduced.
The easiest way to maintain tightness at a depth of 200 meters is to add a full-coverage helmet.
Lightweight and comfortable enough to only use plastic.
There are recipes, but the ingredients are hard to find.
"Huh?" Vincent stared at the piece of copper-iron alloy.
A thin layer can maintain the strength, and the magic circuit of oxygen production is depicted on the inside, and finally cotton is padded to ensure comfort.
With the specific plan, the rest is the appearance part.
13 sets...
Childhood memories from his previous life swept through his mind like a tsunami.
There are exactly 13 people, each with its own characteristics.
It's just that the body shape is a bit difficult to deal with, and the girls need to be specially modified.
"By the way, I forgot to measure it!"
Vincent opened the door and saw Hermione and Daphne.
He didn't care about the purpose of the two little witches, but gave them a glorious and arduous task.
Measure the size!
"What about the boys?"
"Of course it's Seid and Rove, don't you think—"
"In no mood!"
Hermione turned around angrily.
Daphne is okay, but her eyes have obviously changed.
After closing the door, Vincent turned the mithril ring into the shape of scissors, and then controlled it to cut towards several sets of clothes floating in midair.
Dye it metallic black, sew it according to your own size, and then paint a waterproof and wear-resistant magic circuit.
Take out a small workbench, put on the ring, switch to the hammer form, and hit the copper-iron alloy heated to bright white.
With just one click, the large piece of metal was divided into more than a dozen pieces.
Pick a relatively large piece and smash it, and it turns into a piece of metal with a feather shape similar to a shoulder armor.
Alchemists certainly don't work hard on iron.
Through their hammers, they impart mana to items, shaping them into whatever shape they want. ...Since Mithril is a liquid, it needs more detailed shaping.
After more than a dozen clicks, the breastplate, arm guards, leg guards and belt are all there.
Snap your fingers to speed up the cooling rate, no matter how you look at it, he feels like a toy.
"Not fragmented enough..."
In pursuit of maximum authenticity, he decided to start over with the feathers of the shoulder armor.
"Knock Knock-"
"Wait, I'll be fine soon!"
Hermione and Daphne outside the door were puzzled when they heard the clanging sound inside.
It's just a diving suit, do you need to forge it?
Is it an oxygen tank?
Vincent stepped over a pile of fine metal, and opened the door with a sense of accomplishment.
Merlin's boxers!
In less than an hour, this place turned into a waste recycling bin.
They looked at the fine pieces of metal scattered all over the ground, and wanted to complain but didn't know where to start.
"Thank you." Vincent glanced at the parchment they held in their respective hands, and was slapped away as soon as he stretched out his hand.
"Any questions?"
"Yes, it's still a big problem!"
Hermione pointed to the ground, "I understand that the oxygen tank needs to be made of metal, but I don't understand that you made it so broken."
"And this." Daphne pointed to the small workbench, "Why does the diving suit need a scepter?"
Yes, why?
Vincent frowned and thought for a long time, "Because——
Because you have to take something to defend yourself? "
He gained two pairs of exquisite big white eyes.
……
……
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Qingmo Daxian reminds you: remember to collect after reading
Vincent cast a spell to make the yacht drive automatically, and then came to him.
"Do you want to go outside and enjoy the sea breeze?"
"Uh-ok."
The inland sea is formed by pouring seawater into the basin, so the air has a high salt content, and the skin will become dry after blowing for a long time.
"Neville, people are not born equal, but life is equal."
Vincent raised his index finger to outline Voldemort's large, noseless face.
"This sour radish is crazy about immortality, and turned itself into this ghost."
The somewhat comical big face dissipated into a cloud of black mist.
"His soul no longer belongs to him, even wandering ghosts are countless times stronger than him."
Neville watched in a daze as the black mist dissipated little by little.
"No matter how powerful his mana is, no matter how invincible he is, he is still a villain who is extremely greedy for life and afraid of death."
"Vincent, I—I—"
"You're far braver than him, Neville."
The corners of Hermione's mouth rose slightly as she was eavesdropping behind the cabin door.
"Can you say his name like I can?"
Neville's eye circles instantly turned red, "Yes! I can!"
Under Vincent's eyes full of encouragement, he took a deep breath and shouted out the name:
"Voldemort! You are a villain who is greedy for life and afraid of death!
I won't be afraid of you anymore, come and find me now if you have the ability! "
It worked so well that Vincent's ears rang a little.
"Thank you." Neville gasped, "I feel like I'm full of strength now."
"Keep calm until that moment comes, and turn all the accumulated anger into strength."
He puffed up his chest and wiped away the tears that were about to flow from his eyes with the back of his hand.
"I believe you." Vincent turned around and said with a chuckle, "And Malfoy's group, they're actually nothing to be afraid of."
Neville was stunned for a while, and the cowardice that suddenly flashed in his eyes was gradually disappearing.
Relying on money and status to be domineering, there is really nothing to be afraid of.
After tearing these away, they are left with hypocrisy and affectation.
"Malfoy! You're worse than Voldemort!
Snape!If you dare to target us like this, you will be punished sooner or later! "
Vincent staggered, almost unable to keep his glorious image just now.
Hermione smiled and walked up to him from behind the hatch.
"Parkinson! Not only are you ugly, but you always jump out to scare people!"
"Pfft—" Daphne, who followed quietly, revealed.
The timing was perfect, it's a pity it wasn't intimidated.
Vincent passed Hermione nonchalantly, "What are you doing? Gossip is on fire again?"
He walked into the cabin and saw a whole row of eavesdropping figures in the aisle, he almost couldn't hold back the expression on his face.
"It's all gone, let Neville have a good vent."
"Oh." James, who was holding the camera, was a little disappointed.
If only moving magic photos could be recorded.
No, the camera can be modified to be immune to magic, and the camera must be able to do it too.
He followed behind Vincent, "Old Wen, how is your current level of alchemy?"
"Barely able to see, what's wrong?"
"Then can you modify a video camera that is not interfered by magic?"..."Of course you can, but Mr. Weasley is the director of the Office of Prohibiting the Misuse of Muggle Items, and something big will happen after the modification."
James blinked, "What about your gun?"
"I'm just referring to the structure a little bit. How can it be abused without using Muggle craftsmanship."
Hermione, who had just entered the cabin, rolled her eyes.
Wizards don't know anything about trigger hammers and gun chambers, and there are no real Muggle items as references, and they don't even care about building spaceships.
She began to worry a little about the wetsuit and oxygen tanks.
Superheroes go to sea collectively?
Impossible... right.
After all, a large luxury yacht is a large luxury yacht, and there is still a small room for two people.
After entering, Vincent opened the suitcase and found a dozen sets of new clothes that he hadn't worn.
Either black or white.
It's too monotonous.
He took out a piece of copper-iron alloy, and stared blankly at the huge pile of paints in front of him.
Full metal is too extravagant, and the complexity does not allow him to make it in a short time.
The deepest Naruto Strait in the Seto Inland Sea is only 217 meters, and other places are only 20 to 40 meters.
They are all wizards, so there is no need to consider water pressure.
Sufficient elasticity, wear-resistant and waterproof.
Opening Niko's manuscript, there are several suitable formulas.
The most difficult one is of course using Mithril as the braid.
The easiest is to describe the magic circuit to the clothes.
Theoretically, if you don't use a magic wand to portray, the effect will definitely be greatly reduced.
The easiest way to maintain tightness at a depth of 200 meters is to add a full-coverage helmet.
Lightweight and comfortable enough to only use plastic.
There are recipes, but the ingredients are hard to find.
"Huh?" Vincent stared at the piece of copper-iron alloy.
A thin layer can maintain the strength, and the magic circuit of oxygen production is depicted on the inside, and finally cotton is padded to ensure comfort.
With the specific plan, the rest is the appearance part.
13 sets...
Childhood memories from his previous life swept through his mind like a tsunami.
There are exactly 13 people, each with its own characteristics.
It's just that the body shape is a bit difficult to deal with, and the girls need to be specially modified.
"By the way, I forgot to measure it!"
Vincent opened the door and saw Hermione and Daphne.
He didn't care about the purpose of the two little witches, but gave them a glorious and arduous task.
Measure the size!
"What about the boys?"
"Of course it's Seid and Rove, don't you think—"
"In no mood!"
Hermione turned around angrily.
Daphne is okay, but her eyes have obviously changed.
After closing the door, Vincent turned the mithril ring into the shape of scissors, and then controlled it to cut towards several sets of clothes floating in midair.
Dye it metallic black, sew it according to your own size, and then paint a waterproof and wear-resistant magic circuit.
Take out a small workbench, put on the ring, switch to the hammer form, and hit the copper-iron alloy heated to bright white.
With just one click, the large piece of metal was divided into more than a dozen pieces.
Pick a relatively large piece and smash it, and it turns into a piece of metal with a feather shape similar to a shoulder armor.
Alchemists certainly don't work hard on iron.
Through their hammers, they impart mana to items, shaping them into whatever shape they want. ...Since Mithril is a liquid, it needs more detailed shaping.
After more than a dozen clicks, the breastplate, arm guards, leg guards and belt are all there.
Snap your fingers to speed up the cooling rate, no matter how you look at it, he feels like a toy.
"Not fragmented enough..."
In pursuit of maximum authenticity, he decided to start over with the feathers of the shoulder armor.
"Knock Knock-"
"Wait, I'll be fine soon!"
Hermione and Daphne outside the door were puzzled when they heard the clanging sound inside.
It's just a diving suit, do you need to forge it?
Is it an oxygen tank?
Vincent stepped over a pile of fine metal, and opened the door with a sense of accomplishment.
Merlin's boxers!
In less than an hour, this place turned into a waste recycling bin.
They looked at the fine pieces of metal scattered all over the ground, and wanted to complain but didn't know where to start.
"Thank you." Vincent glanced at the parchment they held in their respective hands, and was slapped away as soon as he stretched out his hand.
"Any questions?"
"Yes, it's still a big problem!"
Hermione pointed to the ground, "I understand that the oxygen tank needs to be made of metal, but I don't understand that you made it so broken."
"And this." Daphne pointed to the small workbench, "Why does the diving suit need a scepter?"
Yes, why?
Vincent frowned and thought for a long time, "Because——
Because you have to take something to defend yourself? "
He gained two pairs of exquisite big white eyes.
……
……
.
Qingmo Daxian reminds you: remember to collect after reading
