the end of the heavens

"Her name is Ai'e. I was persecuted by your mother and I met when I was living in the world."

Russell raised his arms around Ai'e's waist, sprinkled the dog food and said, "You must have seen it, I've been hooking up with her for a while, and we have a relationship basis, and she also loves me to death, so I absolutely must not I won’t have anything to do with Afuna, if you don’t like to hear it, I won’t say anything.”

Ai'e's waist tightened, and she felt uncomfortable hearing the words, and smiled at Hephaestus to cover up her embarrassment.

The play is not in place, but it doesn't matter, Hephaestus was so uncomfortable by Russell that he didn't notice it at all.

He scratched his head vigorously, shook out a cloud of scattered fly ash, and said calmly: "Russell, don't say anything, and I won't teach anymore, tell me now, when do you plan to start studying."

"Right now, if I don't learn, I won't leave."

""

Hephaestus's eyelids twitched. It might be difficult. He reckoned that before Russell learned it, he would have been pissed off.

The forge of Hephaestus is located in the middle of the volcano. At the end of a hollowed-out tunnel, the huge stone bridge is hooked by iron chains, suspended in mid-air, and the burning red sea below.

The volcano was forged by Hephaestus. Except for the huge stone bridge, the other three sides are pierced by iron chains. There are hundreds of them, and there are large cauldrons hanging down. Various forging materials are boiled and purified inside.

The temperature in the forging room is extremely high, making people sweat profusely like a steamer, but there is no pungent sulfur or other poisonous gas, except for the heat, everything else is very good.

Russell saw several closed metal doors on the wall behind him, thinking that many treasures of heaven and earth were hidden in them, and metals like Kobelco must have survived a lot.

We have to find a way to get him a vote!

"First of all, I want to ask, what kind of item do you prefer to forge."

Hephaestus took Russell to the middle of the boulder bridge. The huge furnace was burning red, and beside it was a cold iron pier and a black sledgehammer.

In addition, there are hammers of various sizes and models such as iron pliers, small hammers, and small hammers.

Which one is eighty and which one is forty?

Russell thought about it, but he didn't understand it. Although he didn't understand it, it didn't hinder Hephaestus' professionalism, and the master figure stood up in an instant.

"What does it mean to prefer, can you explain in detail?"

"I refer to the classification of forging. I am the god of forging. I am involved in a wide range of things, ranging from small metal products, such as jewelry necklaces, to weapons and armor, to temples, mountains, and islands. They all fall within the scope of forging."

Hephaestus explained patiently, somewhat suspected of boasting: "In addition, there are carpenters, sculptures, and pottery."

"and many more!"

Russell raised his hand to interrupt, and said gossipingly, "Hephaestus, I heard that you once made a woman named Pandora out of clay. What kind of technique is that?"

"Uh, this is a rumor. I just made a clay sculpture out of the goddesses. Her life was bestowed by the gods."

Speaking of this, Hephaestus looked at Russell with extremely unfriendly eyes, and felt that his motives for studying were not pure.

"So that's the case. Don't get me wrong. I just heard such a story. It has no other meaning."

Russell took it casually, and continued to ask: "I also heard that Zeus' lightning spear, Hades' two-pronged fork, and Poseidon's trident were all forged by you. Is this always true? "

"Not quite."

Hephaestus was not greedy for merit, and truthfully said: "During the ten-year Titan War, Zeus released three cyclops from the dark abyss. They have unparalleled terrifying power and are extremely good at forging weapons. I also use them It was only with his own hands that he successfully forged three artifacts."

Russell nodded and pursed his lower lip: "If, I mean if, if the lightning spear is broken, or the fork of the trident is broken, can you repair it?"

"No! How could it be broken?"

"That's why I said what if!"

"This"

Hephaestus shook his head: "Your description is too vague. I can't make a judgment. I can only say that even if the broken artifact is successfully repaired, the fracture will be extremely fragile and not suitable for combat."

"so?"

"So there is no need to repair it, it is better to rebuild a new one."

As Hephaestus spoke, he suddenly became amused: "It's like a trident. A trident without a fork is just a stick. Instead of forcing three forks and breaking it when you touch it, it's better to grind it flat. It's more practical to use as a stick. .”

"However, a trident is more handsome than a stick!"

"is it?"

"At least a fork can stab people to death, and a cold front with a blade is more deterrent. A stick, isn't it bad, it's more or less meaningless."

"That's true. Appearance and practicality are also important knowledge in forging." Hephaestus nodded repeatedly, not denying Russell's point of view.

"So, can you fix it perfectly?"

"No, I can't do it, and I can't even get Cyclops."

Hephaestus thought for a moment, but still gave a negative answer.

“That would be such a shame”

Russell was filled with emotion, and secretly thought that Hephaestus was lucky. If he dared to say that he could repair it, Russell would dare to design to take away his power and restore the slightly damaged trident.

The first thousand and 110 chapters are so powerful chapter names

On the megalithic bridge, because Russell wanted to learn from forging weapons and armor, Hephaestus started the first step of teaching.

Identify the material!

This is basic, just like a mathematical formula, before applying it, you must know the meaning of the characters.

The reason was that Hephaestus asked a few simple questions about forging, and Russell answered them one by one. After a dozen or so questions, Hephaestus nodded secretly. This is a layman who is not even an apprentice.

It is full and stable, and half a bucket of water likes to shake it twice when there is nothing to do.

In Hephaestus' view, Russell was a big empty bucket with only three or five drops of water in it, obviously shaking without making a sound, and he liked to shake it desperately.

Details are as follows:

"Can you strike iron?"

"Ashamed to say, I made a lot of armor, strong and durable."

"what material?"

"This is what I said, if I know everyone, why do I still come to you?"

""

Hephaestus knew he couldn't defend himself, so he stopped talking to the bully, and dragged the chain again and again, lifting various materials in the magma of the earth's core to the side of the bridge.