Did the tavern owner cook Chinese food today?

In the Lata Highland area, there is a settlement of dwarves.

After Lord Donovan took office, he allocated this area to a noble vassal of the dwarves.The location here is remote, and other than business, few other races set foot here.

——By the Litan River, the houses in the village are densely packed, and the smoke is curling up.

"Mom—Uncle Borg's house is on fire again!"

A little bean darted along the dirt path on the gentle slope, and scattered the chickens.

The short woman caught her son, lifted her into her arms, and then hurriedly turned around.

This is a major event in the village, and she has to hurry to help.

Borg Anthony is a celebrity in the village. It is said that he was invited by the dragon lord to sail all the way here from the far northern country.

Maybe other races don't know, at least among the dwarves, the Borg is well-known and an outstanding creator.

The craftsman's inspiration is like the holy fountain of the elves, which is endless.All races have benefited from his improved sewerage and underground drainage.

He seems to be proficient in everything, but he is always dissatisfied with his works, thinking that everything has the possibility of creation and innovation.

Everyone in the village has reverence for Borg. Therefore, when Borg visits and settles here, the dwarves will be happy and proud, but they will also pay close attention to the movement of the master craftsman and care about his safety.

When the woman rushed to the scene with the child in her arms, many men from the village had already rushed in and out to help put out the fire.

The fire was almost extinguished, and there was a burning smell in the air.

A few middle-aged boys gathered together, chattering towards the middle and asking something.The woman recognized that those boys were Borg's apprentices.

"Master, is the manuscript still there?"

"Yes, I'm fine. Stay away, if you keep squeezing like this, I won't be fainted by the fire, but I will be smothered by you!"

An angry voice sounded, two big palms opened the gap, and squeezed out of the crowd with difficulty.

The male dwarf was covered in ashes, and the end of his thick, hay-like beard was blackened, as if it had been burnt.

He patted his body casually, bent down, pulled off his leather boots, and shook out a few rolls of parchment from inside.

Then he picked up the papers, and he held them up to his apprentices with a proud face: "Look, it's intact!"

Everyone: ... This time it is hidden in the shoes!

yes it's not

The first time there was a fire at Borg's house.Although it doesn't happen every three days, the house will suffer every once in a while.

A strong man began to help deal with the scene very skillfully.Since Master Borg moved to this land last year, and various situations occurred from time to time, they were forced to exercise their ability to deal with various problems, including repairing the house.

"Speaking of which, I still have to thank you." A young man joked to the half-bearded dwarf, "I found a good job in the main city, building wooden houses, thanks to you for letting me practice this skill, and now I can earn a lot of money. Many times the previous money!"

Borg actually nodded with satisfaction, saying that he had one more apprentice, which made the crowd laugh.

"I heard that a human is coming to the village today." They chatted while cleaning the courtyard.

"Really? It should be just for selling things."

As soon as the voice fell, there was a faint sound of horseshoes in the distance. Several knights in the clan wore armor and rode pony horses, surrounded by humans on tall horses.

Sitting in front of the human being was a "human" wrapped in a gray robe, who couldn't tell what race it was, and it couldn't be a dwarf anyway.

I thought it was some nobleman, but when the village chief went to greet him, and got closer, he realized that the human boy was dressed in ordinary clothes, except for his appearance.

The races living on the Lost Island are basically good at the common language, and they can understand the conversation between the knight and the village chief.

The human boy's name was Holly, and the gray robed one was his younger brother Wilmer. Lord Donovan and their dwarf lords sent them here together, ordering them to deal with important matters.

Holly arrived suddenly, but fortunately there was an idle high-rise house specially for foreign races to visit, and they arranged for the two to stay there.

Afterwards, the village chief called Bog together, and several people walked into the house and closed the wooden door.

The villagers outside whispered, discussing the origin of the boy.

Inside the cabin.

Holly looked at the dwarf in front of him who seemed to have been struck by lightning, half of his clothes and beard were burned, and blinked several times.

"Hello..." He stretched out his hand, with a surprised smile, and tentatively asked while telling his name, "Are you okay...?"

"Borg Anthony." Borg clasped back politely, shaking his hand three times silently in his heart, and then quickly withdrew it.

He was really not good at dealing with foreigners, so he replied dryly, "Thank you, I'm fine, it's just that my house burned down."

Hawley, Wilmer: ...

Is this really okay? !

Seeing Borg, the village head wanted to rush out the door, and fearing that the distinguished guests would be surprised, he quickly led them to the table and sat down.

After introducing the situation to each other, Borg finally knew why he was invited to meet this human teenager.

He frowned and asked, "What did you say you want to make?"

"Cement, and the concrete that's built on top of it, if there's no easier way to process the material, then a kiln has to be built first."

After speaking, Hawley briefly explained to him the functions, utility, and production process of these three things.

You know every word clearly, but why don't you know when you put them together?The village head was beside him, hearing it in a fog.

And when he heard the young man briefly explain the usefulness of these things, the village chief lost his mind, and Borg frowned more and more.

"You mean, that cement mixed with other things can turn dirt roads into hard stone roads, build fireproof and waterproof houses, repair bridges, etc.?"

"Yes." Holly nodded and answered Borg in the affirmative.

It sounds like a fantasy, the stone is a product of nature, how could they make it by themselves.

But what Borg never lacked since he was a child is imagination, but he has always been unable to find a way, so he tried his best to explore.

Now there are reasonable-sounding methods delivered to your door to improve existing adhesives, and furthermore, to obtain more valuable products...

Why not try?

Even if you don't get results, it's perfectly fine.He has experienced too many failures and has long been used to it. Now he pays more attention to the process-he must be able to gain experience and inspiration from it.

Moreover, he had a vague premonition that if that "kiln" was built, it would be of great use.

"God gave us hands and magic, didn't he just hope that we can use them and create again and again."

Taking a deep breath, the gully between Borg's eyebrows gradually healed.

He took the initiative to pass his hand to Holly again: "I will try my best to cooperate with you to complete this task."

"Thank you, I hope everything goes well." Holly smiled and shook back.

Whether there is a god in the wizarding world, or what the god thinks, has nothing to do with him.For Borg's exclamation, he just laughed without saying a word.

Bringing the wisdom of another time and space here is just to facilitate myself and improve my life.

Happy to reach a cooperation, Holly took out his own drawing from the package.

Words alone are definitely difficult to make, but images can easily express clearly.He spread out the parchment scroll on the table, showing it and explaining it to the two of them.

1 minute passed, silence.

... 3 minutes passed, still silent.

Gradually, Hawley became aware of the weird atmosphere on the table.

"What's wrong?" He stopped talking and asked a little nervously.

Bog and the village head remained silent, and slowly lowered their eyes.

They have never seen such a shocking "painting" - the lines are shaped like dogs and chickens, as if a chicken-dog battle is vividly presented on paper.

The blueprint should have been magically applied, otherwise why the eyes hurt so much.

If it is said that this is really created by lovely creatures, then they will definitely praise the spirituality of all things and feel the miracle of the world.

But the person holding the pen is a human being! ! !

The village chief stretched out his index finger tremblingly, pointed at the pattern of a chicken paw print, and asked, "What is this?"

"Oh, it's flames."

"What about this one?" The fingertips turned to the edges and corners, and it didn't look so clear, but there were multiple patterns that protruded from the rounded corners.

"It's ready-mixed concrete."

Both Borg and the mayor couldn't hold back.

It suddenly dawned on me that it turned out that I was too much of a soul painter, which caused the two of them to fail to understand the pictures.Holly scratched the back of his head and said with a smile: "Then what, this is already my highest level."

Wilmer had already clenched his fists and covered his mouth, holding back his internal injuries from laughing.

Because of getting along with him a few days ago, Hawley is comfortable with everything, and feels that there is nothing he can't do.Looking at it now, painting turned out to be his shortcoming.It's no longer a matter of lack of practice, but of total lack of talent.

In fact, he kept pushing Holly to the position of a god in his heart.

God is always perfect, but a person like him who is full of flaws can't do it in his entire life.

But now it seems that Holly is not perfect.

It's like seeing a god who is high above him. One day, he stepped down from the altar and played in the water in the mountains and forests.

The sense of distance has shortened a lot, and Wilmer looked at Holly with less awe and more intimacy in his eyes.

"Cough—the village head, is there any empty paper here?" Borg sniffed, suppressed his smile, and asked the village head for help.

"Yes, yes!"

Leaning on crutches, the village head found several volumes under a wooden cabinet, and handed them along with two pens and inks of different sizes.

Borg dipped his ink and picked up his pen, and said, "Come on, Holly, just say what you want, and I'll draw."

As a craftsman, you must master certain drawing skills.Seeing that the master is willing to help, Hawley no longer refuses, and describes the materials and egg-shaped kiln in his impression.

Before crossing, he traveled to Jingdezhen, the famous porcelain capital of Huaguo, and visited the egg-shaped kiln.He has seen and understood it with his own eyes, so he can be sure to challenge the kiln and cement.

Some details have been blurred, so what Hawley needs to do is provide ideas.

The more Borg heard it, the more frightened he became. He moved his pen like flying, "brushing" to draw the appearance of the egg-shaped kiln.On the way, my mind started to imagine out of control, how each structure works and where it works.

The same is true of the cement making process, and he can't help but ponder whether the changes that occurred in it were created by man or by magic.

The general appearance of the egg-shaped kiln appeared vividly on the paper, and Hawley was extremely surprised: the perspective painting method has appeared in this world, and it is the first time he has encountered such a good speed and painting skills.

The two discussed the steps involved, the specific implementation plan, etc., and chatted enthusiastically, almost sharing the same room throughout the day.

Had to rest until night, the village chief had no choice but to call Borg home.

The original discussion was interrupted, and Borg sulked a lot for it.

Walking home with the moonlight above his head, he raised his head and looked at the house that was still being repaired... He put oil on the soles of his feet and rushed back like a cannonball.

For the first time, he felt that his home was worth burning!

--------------------

The author has something to say:

To put it nicely, it’s called intimacy, but to put it bluntly, it’s disillusionment.

If Wilmer told Hawley directly about his mental activities, Hawley would definitely explain and educate him about the truth that "no one is perfect".

Then he pressed the shoulder of the little skull, and said solemnly: "Your god, you can shit."

Wilmer: My "idol" never collapsed the house, because he would take the roof off first by himself.