Chapter 591
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Qing Mo Da Xian
The method is not clever, but it can work anyway.
Vincent left after leaving them enough bullets.
Most of them are made of ordinary materials, and a few are made of orichanite and depict magic circuits.
Ben Xi, who knew a little about alchemy, shook his head at the other eight people,
"I only know that the pattern on it has a magical effect. It may be difficult to reproduce it after figuring out the principle."
"Why?" Cecilia carefully put down a bullet with green stripes,
"Can't you alchemists use the analysis spell to detect the proportion of ingredients, so as to make a copy that is infinitely close to the original?"
Ben Xi glared at eight pairs of suspicious eyes one by one, "Do you think he is an ordinary alchemist?
Let alone Nicole Flamel's apprentice, any advanced alchemist would have his own formula. "
He pointed to the 9 pistol on the coffee table with some excitement, "So what if you know the ratio of the analysis spell, the volatile components during the forging and distillation process cannot be detected."
The black iron metal luster of the gun body is slightly brassy, and it looks a bit like the same material as the Gwent brand.
"It should be a very special iron-copper alloy, but because of the different neutralizing materials added, it loses its deformation properties and greatly increases its hardness."
Those who know a little bit get more and more excited as they talk, and even laymen who don't understand at all know what it means.
It is too difficult for competitors to imitate, and the alchemy shop is really tricky.
The premise is to solve the problem of scarce production of alchemy items.
Cecilia stretched her brows, "The ability seems to be fine, and the character seems to be—"
"It's too early to draw conclusions." Lucifer clenched his fists and then released them.
Mayin Yami and the others also thought of the blond vampire in Japan.
He behaves like an aristocrat, and he is a devil in tormenting people.
It's not that I didn't think about running away, but I didn't have the confidence to run away.
It was difficult for Cecia and the others to understand this feeling, but they all felt fear from the depths of their eyes.
Definitely need another look.
……
……
Vincent got home and took a shower first, and when he went upstairs, he found Sam's room was empty.
"Mom and Dad, Sam ran away?"
Eric raised the "Evening Prophet" in his hand to him who had just come down,
"I've seen the photos of Mr. Graves. Isn't it normal for him to run away?"
"Oh, just go."
Anyway, I'll be back in a few days, unless this pair of friends meet up.
Lady Luck may feel that it is not good to always look at someone,
While the Wayne family was asleep, Sam, who had just returned to London, happened to run into a drunken Bradley.
Pulling out the wand instantly sobered up, and a swoop directly pressed the person to the road.
"Bastard! I finally found you!"
Sam resisted at first, but after a few ruthless blows, he resigned to his fate.
In the dead of night in downtown London, there were only painful wailings. ….It’s been more than half a year since I’ve seen it, and the feeling of beating has become stronger.
"Tell me, who is protecting you!"
"If you kill me, I won't say anything."
"Then I'll beat you half to death!"
Bradley dragged him into the alley.
When it was almost dawn, Sam honestly explained everything.
After deducting the rent and food expenses, the monthly salary of 10 galleons is not low.
Counting bonuses and commissions, there can be two to three hundred in half a year.
"I... I spent it all."
After another brutal beating, Bradley's anger finally subsided.
Pulling Sam like a pig's head, they came to Wayne's house.
The two bodyguards did not recognize Sam, but both recognized his immediate boss.
Xingshi asked the crime?
This……
"Don't be embarrassed, I'm not here to make trouble."
He looked calm, so he probably came to negotiate.
Just after dawn, Vincent was woken up.
He looked at Sam with a bruised nose and a swollen face, and laughed rather unkindly.
"Ahem—Mr. Graves, I didn't mean to hide it."
It is completely different from the version explained by the parties.
If it weren't for the poor Auror who hasn't had a vacation for several years, as a recipient of the Medal of Honor of the Magic Council, he would have to write a report letter as soon as possible.
"No, it's not!" Sam tried to fight one last time.
Unfortunately, Bradley's impression of Vincent is obviously much better.
Can children have more bad intentions than adults?
What's more, their parents have apologized repeatedly, and holding on to it will only make them look petty.
"It's just a small thing." Bradley waved his hand,
"This bastard has been educated by me, and I won't dare to disturb you next time."
Sam seemed to have something to say, but was kicked as soon as he opened his mouth.
There is no kick, and the strength is controlled just right.
Vincent felt that he was still too kind.
What kind of hangover do you boil, just pour a bucket of ice water on it and wake up.
The same is true for wages. If they are paid, they will be spent indiscriminately. It is better not to pay them.
Bradley declined the breakfast invitation at Wayne's house, and took Sam away like a dead dog.
He was vigorous and resolute when he came, and he was the same when he left.
We need to find a new store manager.
After breakfast, he unloaded the boiler in the room and packed it into a suitcase. Vincent hadn't even decided on a candidate yet.
Victor is going to stay in Japan to help Linyin secretly control the Jingu family, and Restman and Devine will soon go overseas to set up an alchemy shop.
Nagini and Surya have their own shop, and the 9 fallen in heaven have not yet gotten used to "normal life".
Just come to an unmanned store and let the two bodyguards replenish the cards regularly.
Post a notice to the Wizard's main store in Diagon Alley, then come back and take the bus to Surrey.
The scenery along the way is very good, and it is not yet noon when we arrive at Bern Forest.
The venison aged the day before yesterday is ready, and the texture and flavor have risen to more than one level.
Continue research and development in the afternoon.
Although it was not the first time for Mr. Wayne and the old lady to see the boiler, the alchemy boiler still amazed them.
Mysterious flowing stripes, a metallic material that looks like silver but not silver.
Perhaps it was because they had been exposed to more magic, the surprise of the two old men gradually calmed down from the beginning.
Vincent improved the prototype alchemical mechanical arm, adding joints to make it more flexible than a human arm.
But it's only theoretical, because the more complex the structure, the more difficult it is to control.
He spent three days trying the shielding performance of nearly fifty alloys, and finally found that the tin-copper alloy had the best effect.
It has been a week since the first "five-degree-of-freedom joint"-that is, a robotic arm with 3 translational degrees of freedom and 2 in-plane rotational degrees of freedom-is completed.
Sirius is still at large,
The "Daily Prophet" has been tossing and turning over and over again recently, and has never reported the latest arrests by the Ministry of Magic.
I have to admire the old man's vision, Fudge is provoking in reverse.
But if people can bear it for 12 years, it is destined to be a protracted battle.
……
.......
Qingmo Daxian reminds you: remember to collect after reading
Vincent left after leaving them enough bullets.
Most of them are made of ordinary materials, and a few are made of orichanite and depict magic circuits.
Ben Xi, who knew a little about alchemy, shook his head at the other eight people,
"I only know that the pattern on it has a magical effect. It may be difficult to reproduce it after figuring out the principle."
"Why?" Cecilia carefully put down a bullet with green stripes,
"Can't you alchemists use the analysis spell to detect the proportion of ingredients, so as to make a copy that is infinitely close to the original?"
Ben Xi glared at eight pairs of suspicious eyes one by one, "Do you think he is an ordinary alchemist?
Let alone Nicole Flamel's apprentice, any advanced alchemist would have his own formula. "
He pointed to the 9 pistol on the coffee table with some excitement, "So what if you know the ratio of the analysis spell, the volatile components during the forging and distillation process cannot be detected."
The black iron metal luster of the gun body is slightly brassy, and it looks a bit like the same material as the Gwent brand.
"It should be a very special iron-copper alloy, but because of the different neutralizing materials added, it loses its deformation properties and greatly increases its hardness."
Those who know a little bit get more and more excited as they talk, and even laymen who don't understand at all know what it means.
It is too difficult for competitors to imitate, and the alchemy shop is really tricky.
The premise is to solve the problem of scarce production of alchemy items.
Cecilia stretched her brows, "The ability seems to be fine, and the character seems to be—"
"It's too early to draw conclusions." Lucifer clenched his fists and then released them.
Mayin Yami and the others also thought of the blond vampire in Japan.
He behaves like an aristocrat, and he is a devil in tormenting people.
It's not that I didn't think about running away, but I didn't have the confidence to run away.
It was difficult for Cecia and the others to understand this feeling, but they all felt fear from the depths of their eyes.
Definitely need another look.
……
……
Vincent got home and took a shower first, and when he went upstairs, he found Sam's room was empty.
"Mom and Dad, Sam ran away?"
Eric raised the "Evening Prophet" in his hand to him who had just come down,
"I've seen the photos of Mr. Graves. Isn't it normal for him to run away?"
"Oh, just go."
Anyway, I'll be back in a few days, unless this pair of friends meet up.
Lady Luck may feel that it is not good to always look at someone,
While the Wayne family was asleep, Sam, who had just returned to London, happened to run into a drunken Bradley.
Pulling out the wand instantly sobered up, and a swoop directly pressed the person to the road.
"Bastard! I finally found you!"
Sam resisted at first, but after a few ruthless blows, he resigned to his fate.
In the dead of night in downtown London, there were only painful wailings. ….It’s been more than half a year since I’ve seen it, and the feeling of beating has become stronger.
"Tell me, who is protecting you!"
"If you kill me, I won't say anything."
"Then I'll beat you half to death!"
Bradley dragged him into the alley.
When it was almost dawn, Sam honestly explained everything.
After deducting the rent and food expenses, the monthly salary of 10 galleons is not low.
Counting bonuses and commissions, there can be two to three hundred in half a year.
"I... I spent it all."
After another brutal beating, Bradley's anger finally subsided.
Pulling Sam like a pig's head, they came to Wayne's house.
The two bodyguards did not recognize Sam, but both recognized his immediate boss.
Xingshi asked the crime?
This……
"Don't be embarrassed, I'm not here to make trouble."
He looked calm, so he probably came to negotiate.
Just after dawn, Vincent was woken up.
He looked at Sam with a bruised nose and a swollen face, and laughed rather unkindly.
"Ahem—Mr. Graves, I didn't mean to hide it."
It is completely different from the version explained by the parties.
If it weren't for the poor Auror who hasn't had a vacation for several years, as a recipient of the Medal of Honor of the Magic Council, he would have to write a report letter as soon as possible.
"No, it's not!" Sam tried to fight one last time.
Unfortunately, Bradley's impression of Vincent is obviously much better.
Can children have more bad intentions than adults?
What's more, their parents have apologized repeatedly, and holding on to it will only make them look petty.
"It's just a small thing." Bradley waved his hand,
"This bastard has been educated by me, and I won't dare to disturb you next time."
Sam seemed to have something to say, but was kicked as soon as he opened his mouth.
There is no kick, and the strength is controlled just right.
Vincent felt that he was still too kind.
What kind of hangover do you boil, just pour a bucket of ice water on it and wake up.
The same is true for wages. If they are paid, they will be spent indiscriminately. It is better not to pay them.
Bradley declined the breakfast invitation at Wayne's house, and took Sam away like a dead dog.
He was vigorous and resolute when he came, and he was the same when he left.
We need to find a new store manager.
After breakfast, he unloaded the boiler in the room and packed it into a suitcase. Vincent hadn't even decided on a candidate yet.
Victor is going to stay in Japan to help Linyin secretly control the Jingu family, and Restman and Devine will soon go overseas to set up an alchemy shop.
Nagini and Surya have their own shop, and the 9 fallen in heaven have not yet gotten used to "normal life".
Just come to an unmanned store and let the two bodyguards replenish the cards regularly.
Post a notice to the Wizard's main store in Diagon Alley, then come back and take the bus to Surrey.
The scenery along the way is very good, and it is not yet noon when we arrive at Bern Forest.
The venison aged the day before yesterday is ready, and the texture and flavor have risen to more than one level.
Continue research and development in the afternoon.
Although it was not the first time for Mr. Wayne and the old lady to see the boiler, the alchemy boiler still amazed them.
Mysterious flowing stripes, a metallic material that looks like silver but not silver.
Perhaps it was because they had been exposed to more magic, the surprise of the two old men gradually calmed down from the beginning.
Vincent improved the prototype alchemical mechanical arm, adding joints to make it more flexible than a human arm.
But it's only theoretical, because the more complex the structure, the more difficult it is to control.
He spent three days trying the shielding performance of nearly fifty alloys, and finally found that the tin-copper alloy had the best effect.
It has been a week since the first "five-degree-of-freedom joint"-that is, a robotic arm with 3 translational degrees of freedom and 2 in-plane rotational degrees of freedom-is completed.
Sirius is still at large,
The "Daily Prophet" has been tossing and turning over and over again recently, and has never reported the latest arrests by the Ministry of Magic.
I have to admire the old man's vision, Fudge is provoking in reverse.
But if people can bear it for 12 years, it is destined to be a protracted battle.
……
.......
Qingmo Daxian reminds you: remember to collect after reading
