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"Ah-"

The singer sneezed loudly.

"Master Singer, are you okay?" The people who were with him asked worriedly, and Old Joseph handed over the blanket, "Can you add another one?"

"No, I'm not cold." The singer declined with a wry smile.

He patted the blanket on his lap, and Sanhua Meow nestled on the blanket: "Don't look at it, it's very thin, it has a flame magic circle inside, it's very warm to cover your legs."

The people around looked uneasy: "It's safer to build more."

"Yeah, I didn't expect it to be so cold in the sky."

"It's colder than winter."

The singer listened to people's emotions with a wry smile.

It's no wonder everyone is so worried, because the singers are on that "air track".

That is, at an altitude of 3000 meters.

This altitude is called "clean domain" in the terminology of ancient mythology, because flying to this altitude will no longer be polluted by turbid magic energy, the magic power will become pure, and even the flow of air flow will become stable. It is a purification domain created by the gods. Flying up again, there is another dangerous area where the magic power and divine power are chaotic. It is the test given by the gods. Passing through that area is where the God's Domain is located.

Angel was not prepared to meet God, so the height of the sky train was only at the net height.

It is also the altitude of Blue Star's passenger aircraft.

Located at this height, you can see the vast sea of ​​clouds when you look down, and the blue sky when you look up. The view is so wide that it makes people feel better. The only drawback is that it is a bit cold.

"After the platform is built, several constant temperature magic arrays must be loaded."

The singer recorded his feelings.

After all, it is the first time to build this kind of empty track, and many places can only be improved slowly.

While the singer was writing notes, a loud alarm clock rang.

"It's almost time."

As the workers said, they no longer needed instructions from the singer, and got out of the car with their measuring tools.

Under their car is naturally a golden track extending in the air, and under the track paved with moss, there is a thick layer of ice with a layer of mud sprinkled on it to prevent slipping.

The workers skillfully conducted various numerical tests on the track ahead, and recorded them in their notebooks.

The singer made a final confirmation of the numerical value of the track.

"The value is up to standard! You can move forward."

Then a man with ice hair and snow skin leaned out from the car door and snapped his fingers at the ice below.

The ice under the track melted instantly, leaving only the golden track in the sky.

The magic car advanced along the track for a certain distance, and when it was about to reach the position where the track had not yet been paved, the man snapped his fingers again.

With the sound of snapping fingers, a thick layer of ice suddenly condensed under the track, extending towards the sky ahead, bearing the weight of the ice on the floating track, and expanding an ice field with a diameter of several kilometers in the air.

The workers skillfully opened the back warehouse, scattered soil on the ice field, laid the track, waited for the track to grow, and recorded the value.

Seeing this scene, the singer praised more than once:

"Your Excellency Xue, thank you so much, with you here, we have left a lot of magic power!"

"Thank you." The Snow Clan nodded.

"Your Excellency Snow" is of course not his real name, but he doesn't want to reveal his real name, so everyone can only call him that.

As for why the Snow Clan is here, he himself feels baffled.

He was just "observing" Angel Cecilia!But last time in the flower show competition, the Snow family who had never grown plants won a winning spot and became a moss grower.

The Snow Clan thought that this would bring them closer to Cecilia, and did not refuse.

He worked like this, from a planter to an excellent planter, and was selected as a member of the construction team, and was named by Angel, and finally he was sent to the air to pave the road for no reason. .

Why is this development?

The Snow Clan was a little puzzled.

But some people just wish he never figured it out.

Sanhua rolled her eyes and said: "Your Excellency Xue, why don't you just stay in our workshop, as you have seen, we are treated very well, and we need talents like you. Not only you, but your fellow clansmen can also come. "

"Sanhua!" The singer couldn't laugh or cry.

At any rate, it can be regarded as a precious race that is rare even in the age of magic. It is easy to appear once, and it is fine to be tricked into participating in the "planter (tool man) competition", and even arrested to build roads. How to say it is too cruel to cherish the race. .

Unexpectedly, the Snow Clan nodded: "It can be considered."

"Huh?" The singer was stunned, his expression became serious, "Can you really consider it?"

"Your Excellency Cecilia's reward is very generous." The Snow Clan said, "If the planting is carried out at high altitude, I don't think my fellow clan will refuse."

Rather, the Snow Clan likes this high-altitude environment very much.

Cold enough and clean enough.

"The social distance between you humans is too close. If it's just for a period of time, we can bear it for the time being," the Snow Clan then put forward their own request, "but for long-term construction, I hope to get a special compartment, and don't allow people to approach me— —We Snow Clan live alone.”

"I always feel that you and Your Excellency Angel have a common language." Sanhua muttered.

Sanhua was wrong.

The farthest physical distance in the world is one social terror and another social terror.

But Sanhua then gave a good plan: "In this case, you are actually quite suitable to be the station master and track maintainer of the sky station."

"Indeed." The singer couldn't help agreeing.

To manage the platform and maintain the track, it is bound to stay at high altitude for a long time.

It's very lonely work.

The large platform may be okay, and there are enough people, but for the small platform, there are only one or two administrators, and they are still above the sky. Ordinary humans will have psychological problems sooner or later after staying for a long time.

The Snow Clan no longer has any troubles in this regard.

They are solitary, and they were born in snow-capped mountains. They are resistant to high temperatures and cold, and can save even the maintenance of constant-temperature magic circles. The best thing is that the Snow Clan has a strict personality. Enjoy and basically don't have to worry about them being lazy about it.

Simply the best track manager.

The Snow Clan was a little moved after hearing this: "I can talk to Sir Cecilia after this section of road is repaired."

Of course, the attraction of the Snow Clan is different from that of humans.

The magic core reward given by Angel is good, but the Snow Clan's material desires are not high, they don't particularly need this. The real problem of the Snow Clan is reproduction.

The Snow Clan is actually a race dominated by women.

This race cannot reproduce internally. Most of the snow men are ice magic masters who only focus on practicing magic. Therefore, when they reach maturity, the snow women go down the mountain to abduct the males of other races. Among them, human men are easily deceived. , has always been favored by snow women.

Even so, the existence of setting foot on the snow mountain is too rare, so that the population of the Snow Clan has not been able to expand, and there are also many resentful girls of the Snow Clan. For example, this "conventional inspection", the Snow Girls pinched each other because of this, and finally A male representative was dispatched to calm the situation.

But if there is a channel like the sky platform, the chance of contacting human beings will be much greater.

As long as you don't play to your death, Sir Cecilia won't be angry, right?

The population can also expand, which is a win-win situation!

The Snow Clan pondered in their hearts, and repeated to the singer: "We are happy to cooperate with Your Excellency Cecilia!"

"So do we." The singer said.

So the Snow Clan and the singer smiled at each other, and the two races reached a wonderful consensus with their own thoughts.

The sky track was also smoothly laid out in this consensus, and soon reached the town of Geluglu.

It was the evening of the fourth day when the singer arrived at Goluglu Town.

This day was very lucky (the singer thinks), it was cloudless, so the singer first looked at the town where he had lived for several years from a high altitude.

In the desert of yellow sand, it is as inconspicuous as a pile of stones.

"What should we do? Master Singer, shall we go straight down?" Sanhua asked.

"Go straight down!"

The singer nodded excitedly.

Originally, according to Angor's plan, a floating island was to be built at the high altitude here as an aerial platform, but this requires a lot of ground moss and a lot of time, so there is no rush.

What's more, thinking that his wife and children are in the town, the singer can't wait.

Everyone understands his mood.

As soon as the driver pulled the joystick, the train rushed out of the track and flew downward.

As the train moved, a golden magic circle appeared under the wheels, supporting the train's descent.

People are not careless, and continue to record various values:

"Gravity Index—"

"Current speed—"

"Vibration frequency—"

This is also always tested.

Although this locomotive was specially made by Angel and Singer, it uses a lot of magic crystals as power, and can fly in the air to deal with various problems in paving the road, but the magic array loaded will be considered in the steam train in the future. uploaded.

The track is a performance, and the train itself also needs to be insured, otherwise it will fall from the sky, and the tragedy will be unimaginable.

In fact, Angel feels that the double insurance is not enough, and he is thinking about the third form of insurance.

And when the train fell to a certain height, it naturally attracted the attention of the people in the town.

"There is a train..."

"A train fell from the sky!"

Someone screamed like that.

This absurd cry attracted people's attention. The people in the town looked up into the sky, and watched in amazement that the train twisted and flew down from the sky and landed outside the town, stirring up a lot of dust. .

Luckily the car itself was fine.

However, for the strange appearance of this train, people naturally did not dare to get close, they just watched from a distance, and were surprised to see several people jumping off the train.

"I don't think you can use a simple magic circle, but you must add a rune controller to control the falling speed!"

"That will double the consumption of mana!"

"It doesn't matter, this kind of accident is rare, and it should be prevented with as much magic power as possible."

While arguing, those people pushed a person from the car.

This person is familiar to everyone in the town.

"Mr. Singer?!" The townsman said in surprise.

"Everyone, I haven't seen you for a while." The singer nodded to them.

"No, how could you..." Someone asked with difficulty, not knowing how to describe this situation.

"I'm here to pick up my wife and children. Besides, I have something important to talk to..."

Singer wanted to explain the plan of the workshop, but saw that the townspeople's expressions became subtle after hearing his first words.

The singer's heart sank immediately.

He asked with difficulty: "My wife... Is something wrong?"

"No, no," the townspeople still replied with that subtle expression, "but don't you know? She took the child and followed your former subordinates to Cecilia to join you half a month ago. "

Of course, such a small farce has nothing to do with the overall situation.

When Singer was disappointed to find that the "surprise" he had given his wife was in vain, Man Axe, the owner of Goluglu Mine, was hiccupping, half asleep and half awake in his forge.

As you can tell from the name, Wildaxe is a dwarf.

He is also the patriarch of the dwarves in the desert area of ​​Goluglu Town, and his ideal is to be able to forge a brave sword like his ancestors.

Unfortunately, it seems that this dream will never be realized.

In this era, humans don't need heroes, magic weapons, or even magic materials.

Wild Axe's mines are only opened occasionally, and just a few pieces of ore at the outermost edge can meet the supply for a year. His forge has not smelled of fire for a long time, and the anvil is so cold that the dwarves feel ashamed.

Worse than this is the situation of the dwarves in the eastern desert.

The dwarves are the race that has the closest relationship with humans. They have been providing weapons to humans since the first era, and they have bought food from humans. The dwarves in other areas are fine, and the areas with common ore continue to do business, but like It is this kind of mining area that only has magic materials, so it has to face a depressed situation. Many desert dwarves proposed to migrate to find new mining areas, and the East King also invited the wild ax several times, hoping that the desert dwarves would serve him. But Wildaxe just couldn't give up.

This mine is the mine that once excavated the materials for making the Sword of the Brave!

Dwarves can't use magic, don't they even have a chance to forge magic weapons?

Wild Ax stubbornly refused to leave. Even after the mine closed down, he even bought the ownership of the mine from the former goblin and human partners, and led his clan to stay here.

It's just that there is no commercial source, and the economic situation of the Wild Axes continues to decline. Recently, it has been reduced to the point where they catch ground spiders as a source of meat and use potatoes to make wine.

Man Ax just had a quarrel with the young people in the tribe today, and hid in the forge to drink.

But the potato wine is really bad!

Too much starch, no alcohol taste at all, no matter how much you drink, you won't get drunk.

It was only at this time that Man Ax doubted whether his decision was correct, whether he should not stick to this mine, but should look for a new mining area as more and more young people in the clan asked.

While Wildaxe was drinking potato wine sadly, someone suddenly rushed into the forge.

"Master Wild Axe! Master Wild Axe! Great news!"

"What... hiccup... good news?" Wild Axe asked hiccuping his wine. He raised his eyes and found that the other party was one of the young people who had quarreled with him before. The last time the other party came here, the good news was that the goblin wanted to to buy mines.

Man Ax suddenly became angry: "It's those goblins again? I won't sell it! I won't sell it!"

It is also strange to say this.

This mine was discovered by Roy, the first generation of the brave man—he was extremely poor at that time, and the output of this mine didn’t seem to be too large on the surface. In the end, he was deceived by the goblins, sold the property rights, and finally got together the equipment of the brave man—so In the initial property rights, goblins accounted for a relatively large proportion, and dwarves and humans only scratched the surface as latecomers.

In modern times, the goblins saw that the mines were not profitable and almost ran away. It was the wild ax that took over the mess, so the wild ax thought they would never come back!

Recently, the goblins came back again, wanting to buy the property rights of the mine held by the wild axe.

Of course the wild ax would not do it!

He felt that since those damned goblins had abandoned the mine, why would they come back?

——It was also that group of goblins who asked for a price that was too low, almost half the price and wanted to buy it back.

The Wildaxes had driven the goblins away several times.

However, some tribesmen felt that it was a good opportunity to get rid of this barren wasteland, so they also persuaded the wild axe.

Wild Axe was upset when he saw them: "I will never give this place to any goblin!"

"No, not goblins..." Another dwarf seemed to want to explain something.

But Man Ax impatiently listened to him: "Not even a goblin! I won't hand over the mines here to anyone—"

"That won't work."

But a voice with a smile said: "According to Gu Long's magic agreement, no matter who the owner of this mine is, you must provide ore for the magic gear."

Wild Axe's eyes widened suddenly, watching a wheelchair being pushed in:

"singer?!"

Yes, Geluglu Mine and Magic Gear have signed a long-term supply agreement. As long as Magic Gear needs it, Geluglu Town must give priority to providing ore for the alchemy workshop.

It is also because of such a long supply relationship that Singer chose Gelugelu Town as his retirement town.

"Didn't you go back to Cecilia?" Manaxe asked strangely, his dull brain suddenly became flexible, "Could it be that the magic gear has really resumed operation? I just said why those goblins want to buy it back recently. mine!"

He slapped his thigh and jumped up: "How much do you want this time? We will prepare it immediately!"

"We have a huge demand this time." The singer said with a smile.

"It doesn't matter, we can dig out as much as you want." The dwarf waved his thick palm.

Dwarves don't hate mining.

Conversely, dwarves who cannot mine are useless.

Man Axe said confidently: "I'm afraid that if we dig it out, you won't be able to transport it back."

"Want to bet?"

No dwarf can refuse a bet: "Bet it—"

The wild ax stopped halfway.

Perhaps it was because the potato wine was too bad to drink. Man Ax showed the rare shrewdness in his life, and looked at the singer strangely: "Are you the singer himself? Are you not occupied by the demons? I remember the singer Never bet!"

"No, I will bet, when I am sure of winning." The singer said.

"Security of victory?"

Half an hour later, Wildaxe saw the orbit in the sky.

In the face of this great miracle, Wildaxe almost forgot that the singer wanted to "abduct" his bet.

"It's amazing! It's amazing! It's unimaginably amazing!" Manaxe praised with his poor vocabulary, and he turned to the singer excitedly and asked: "The great magician Cecilia is back? He is going to revive magic ? When will you overthrow your human king? When will you rebuild the magic empire? Do you need me to create the sword of the brave?"

The singer's smile suddenly froze.

He wondered how the dwarf's mind leaped.

"Do you have any misunderstandings about the magic gear? Do you also have any misunderstandings about the legendary great magician?" The singer said, "First, although our boss is Cecilia, he is not Cecilia himself. Second, that A great magician is not someone who will build a magic empire for himself!"

"You say yes!" Anyway, Man Axe didn't believe it.

If the workshop is not owned by Cecilia, why does he keep supplying the surrounding mines!

Wild Ax only cares about the main point: "He will ask for the Sword of the Brave!"

The singer firmly stated: "No, he doesn't want to! We will not murder the emperor." And the one who murdered the emperor is called a brave man?That's the Dark Lord, okay? !

"Tsk!" the dwarf patriarch clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction.

He didn't like the human emperor who made their entire clan almost unemployed.

And his ideal of forging the sword of the brave fell through again.

After getting rid of that flashy ideal, Manaxe's thoughts became realistic. He looked at the orbit in the sky and asked: "With this thing, it should be very close from Cecilia, right?"

"Yes, it only took four days to pave the road this time, and it will take about four or five hours after the actual opening to traffic."

"Amazing!" Man Ax sighed again, "So, how do you deliver the goods?"

"We are going to build a platform here, and then use magic props or elevators..."

Singer wanted to repeat Angel's thoughts, but found that Manaxe stared at him with copper bell eyes.

"Building a sky station is a good idea, but about how to transport goods to the sky..." The dwarf asked: "Do you know how much ore we can produce in a day? How much do these minerals weigh? How much is this way of transporting goods wasted?" Is it magical power? What kind of technology do you need for an elevator? 3000 meters! It’s not a short distance on the ground, you want to go directly to the sky?”

"..." The singer was silent for a moment in embarrassment.

The singer really didn't understand, and Angel probably didn't understand much either.

After all, they are just alchemists (mages), as long as there are materials available, they don't care about the mining and transportation of materials, and they have no concept of a mine's daily shipments.

Seeing him like this, the dwarf almost looked up to the sky and sighed: "Come with me, I will show you what the real inside of the mine looks like, and let you understand how naive your thoughts are now." To go out of the car.

——They just flew up again in a magic car.

"Wait a minute!" Singer hurriedly grabbed the dwarf.

He was really afraid that the other party would just jump from a height of 3000 meters.

The singer looked in the direction of Cecilia, and said to the dwarf: "Now this track has been repaired, and the sky station here is also a key project for our magic gear, so Lord Angel said that he will come here in person. I Trust me, he would be happy to discuss this with you in person."

"Oh, Lord Cecilia is coming in person!" Wild Ax suddenly became happy.

He asked again: "If I propose to him to build the Sword of the Brave, will he agree?"

How much do you want to build a sword of the brave?

The singer thought with a wry smile.