Chapter 1912: Trophy

Returning to the magic airship, lying on the bed, with my hands folded behind my head, I stared at the ceiling in a daze.
The so-called calamity, except natural disasters, refers to monsters with powerful destructive power.
But monsters and humans have no difference except for the difference in strength and size.
They have to eat, they can reproduce, and they all die.
Since you cannot escape death, you can't avoid the possibility of being killed, otherwise there would be no such thing as crusade against calamity.
Once the monster is killed, the calamity will naturally be wiped out. What about the calamity record book?
Thinking of this, my mind suddenly flashed, and a thought came to me: Master Dewey said before,'Achilles that has been sleeping for a thousand years can be recovered, and who can guarantee whether disasters can also recover." So why does he Should I emphasize Achilles?
Could it be...Master Dewey's purpose in finding the disaster record book is to revive the disaster that has been wiped out?
This...impossible...
No, it must be impossible!
He has no reason to do this!
Money, status, power, material desires, reputation, these things that are sought after by the vast majority of humans, and even for their lives, Master Dewey has already taken over. The winner in life, unless his brain is broken, he will definitely not Will do such evil things that the world cannot tolerate!
However, I can't understand why he wants to get the disaster record book so desperately?
Even at the end of the dialogue, it is especially emphasized that even if the historical documents are not brought out, the disaster record book must be preserved.
I was puzzled, lying on the bed tossing and turning, until I didn't know how long it had passed before I finally felt my eyelids feel heavy.
Waking up again, was awakened by a series of knocks on the door.
Opening the door, the waiter stood respectfully at the door, reporting: "Master An Xiaoyi, the helper sent by Fort Vitch has arrived."
I answered, then took a shower, changed my clothes, had another breakfast, and hurried out of the airship.
Twenty meters away from the airship, there are a dozen dwarves standing, each of them carrying a large box, presumably the box is filled with tools for mining.
I took a step forward and smiled: "You have worked hard."
The dwarves saluted together: "For the glory of Fort Witch, for the glory of Master Dewey, for the glory of the Dwarf King, for the glory of the Goblin King, for the glory of Lord An Xiaoyi, we don't work hard!"
I smiled and nodded at them, and then said: "You must already know the purpose of this trip, right?"
The dwarves said in unison: "Yes, help Master An Xiaoyi mine!"
"Very good" I waved my hand: "It's not too late, let's go now."
We traveled all the way, and it took us more than an hour to finally reach our destination.
When I came to the pit, I asked them: "Can you go down smoothly at this height?"
The dwarves nodded without hesitation: "Yes, Lord An Xiaoyi, this kind of height is not difficult for us."
I nodded and asked again: "Then I'll be busy later, can I jump on it?"
Now the dwarves stopped talking, and looked at each other for a long time before shook their heads and said, "I'm sorry, Lord An Xiaoyi, we can't jump out of this height."
"Then make a ladder first," I said: "After making the ladder, put it down and I will continue below."
After all, he jumped and fell directly to the bottom of the pit.
Not long after, the dwarves jumped down one after another. Looking at the dwarves who jumped down like dumplings, I wondered, "Where is the ladder?"
"Hey, there." A dwarf raised his hand and pointed to the edge of the pit.
When I looked up, I saw a ladder that had just been made, swaying and falling down, not the wooden ladder I imagined, but the rope ladder.
"Hey, you craftsmen have an active mind. If you change to me, you will definitely find planks and make a wooden ladder."
"You are not right, Master An Xiaoyi," a dwarf retorted: "This has nothing to do with whether the brain is active or not. It is determined by the nature of our work. As a miner who mines ores and a craftsman who smelts ores, we must Knowing how to get down to deeper mines more conveniently, you are different from us. You are an adventurer who knows nothing about mining and smelting, but you know everything about the adventurer's field. ."
I was convinced by the dwarf preaching.
Soon, the dwarves opened the toolbox, took out their tools, and started to get busy. I stood aside from a distance to watch them busy.
It's not that I'm not willing to help, but I can't get involved and don't know what to help.
When professionals take action, it is best for amateurs such as me to stand side by side honestly. Unless the other party asks for help, don't intervene, or maybe a certain well-intentioned behavior will be extended as a disservice.
I have a deep understanding of this matter.
My grilling ability is not the same as the strongest guild, but it’s weak for ordinary stir-fried home cooking.
One time when I was passing by the kitchen, I saw the fire of the stove was lit, and the food in the pot was constantly crackling, but the chef himself was not seen, so I wondered, who is it, the food is still in the pot, and it disappears. The figure is so careless!
So in good faith, I stepped forward and used a shovel to help stir fry twice and lowered the flame.
As a result, tragic things happened.
The dish that I have stir-fried and reduced the flame, tastes bad, and it has a half-baked fishy smell.
After the incident, the lady boss gave me a stern preaching, which probably means, don't get involved if you don't understand.
This incident had a great impact on me and even changed my pattern.
In addition, there is that horrible dish, which is still fresh in my taste buds and will never be remembered for a lifetime.
Leaning on the soil wall, silently watching the busy dwarf, I can't help but sigh.
The dwarves were very agile, and it took less than two hours to clean up the Mithril Wall.
Looking at the mithril fragments all over the floor, I don't know what to say. Professionals are worthy of professionals and their actions are quick!
After all this was done, the dwarves gathered their tools and began to pick up the mithril blocks everywhere, and put them into bags one by one. This mithril wall was full of four sacks.
Leaning the sacks on the side, the dwarves gathered together and said: "Report to Master An Xiaoyi that our task has been completed, please proceed to the next step."
"There are no other instructions," I said with satisfaction.
Looking around for a while, I suddenly startled, and hurriedly called to stop the dwarves who were going to climb the ladder.
"Is there anything else, Master An Xiaoyi?" The dwarves stood together again.
Raising my finger to the four sacks of Mithril, I said, "Take them back and count them as your trophies."
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