Chapter 531: :arms

The brown bread was so hard that it hurt my throat. I slowly poured two large saliva into my mouth, and finally swallowed it.
Compared to her taste like chewing wax, Mark eats with relish.
He ate up a Seger in twos or twos.
When he finished three segs, he was still hesitating to take a second bite.
Mark stared at her and said very seriously: "Food is very precious, don't waste it!"
It is very difficult to slow down. This thing is hard and unpalatable. If you swallow it forcibly, your throat will be scratched and bleeding.
She tried to ask, "Can I borrow your kitchen?"
"Yes," Mark put away the dishes and put them in the kitchen to wash them. "You can use everything in the kitchen as you like. Remember to wash them after you use them."
"Thank you."
Mark repeatedly told her not to waste food. After getting her promise, he left the kitchen and went to the basement to continue working.
The space in the kitchen is very small, and it is inconvenient to wear a drapery hat, so I slowly took off the hat and put it aside.
She took out some ingredients from the space.
First, she cut some fat meat, put it in the pan and fry the oil, and then beat two eggs. After being chopped, she cut the brown bread into slices, wrapped the egg mixture, and fried it in the pan.
A strong scent of fried eggs soon diffused.
This scent floated into the underground studio, hooking out Mark who was addicted to work.
He followed the fragrance all the way into the kitchen: "What are you doing? It smells good!"
Slowly picked up the fried slices of bread and put them on the plate, handed them to Mark, and said with a smile: "I processed the bread, how do you taste it."
Mark's attention was drawn to the golden and fragrant slices of bread, and he didn't even look at his face.
He was seduced by the food and was so drooling that he didn't care about the hotness, so he grabbed a piece of bread with his hands and put it in his mouth to bite.
The taste is even better than expected!
The omelette on the outside is very crispy, and the slices of bread inside become soft after heating. Mark has never eaten such delicious bread.
He ate all the bread slices on the plate in one go.
When he recovered, he realized that he had finished his dinner, he couldn't help but smiled in a jealousy: "The food you made is so delicious, I couldn't hold back..."
Slowly said that it didn't matter, she didn't have much interest in this kind of brown bread, and it didn't matter if she was eaten up.
Mark noticed her face and couldn't help but stare blankly.
He has lived for most of his life and has never seen such a beautiful girl.
Even the elves who are called the most beautiful elves in Dawn Continent are not as beautiful as hers.
Slowly embarrassed by him, she picked up the veil and put it on her head, blocking his vision.
Mark then recovered from the shocking emotions, frowning and said: "You have such a face, how dare you go out alone? If you run into a gangster, your face is the biggest trouble."
Slowly said: "I also want to go back, but I have been separated from my family. I am now looking for a way back."
Hearing that, Mark felt sympathy, but he did not expect that this girl was also a poor person.
He said: "Wait for me, I will get something for you."
After speaking, he ran out quickly.
It didn't take long for him to come back, holding a dark thing in his hand: "I just ate the dinner you made. This is an apologize to you."
Slowly took the thing and looked at it, and unexpectedly discovered that it turned out to be a small crossbow made of metal!
She faced the wall and tried to shoot an arrow.
The small metal arrow is very sharp and penetrates deeply into the wall.
Slowly used a lot of force but failed to pull it off.
In the end, Mark took the shot and pulled it off.
Although the dwarf is short, his strength is not small.
Mark asked how she felt.
"Very good!" Slowly touched the small crossbow in love. This thing is light, but it is much more lethal than ordinary bows and arrows. It is most suitable for women like her with small strength to defend themselves.
His work has been praised, and Mark is very proud: "This is not my favorite work. I am currently working on a more powerful weapon. If it is made, it will be really awesome."
Slowly revealing an appearance of humbly asking for advice: "What kind of weapon is it? Will I have the honor to take a look?"
If it were for the first time I saw Slow in the daytime, Mark would definitely not agree to her request.
But after eating the delicious food she made just now, he has improved her senses a lot, coupled with her beautiful face that is unforgettable, and her poor life experience...
Mark readily agreed to her request.
"You come with me."
Slowly put away the small crossbow, and walked into the underground studio behind Mark.
The studio was bigger than she had imagined. There were seven or eight large cabinets inside. Each cabinet was filled with odd-shaped parts. The firewood in the stove was burning vigorously, and the large cauldron was tumbling with red liquid metal. .
On the large workbench in the middle, there is a formed artillery, with a black metal surface with a cold luster.
Mark touched it gently, as if touching his own dwarf, full of pride and intimacy: "This is the latest weapon I researched and produced."
Slowly, his eyes straightened.
This is a small artillery with a length of no more than one meter. It has a simple shape and is far less powerful than those in the modern army.
But no matter how simple it is, it is also a real artillery!
If this thing were put on the Orc Continent, it would be able to blast those disgusting bugs into dregs in minutes!
If Rock City had such a powerful heat weapon, there would be no need to worry about being bullied in the future.
If anyone dares to come and find faults, a bombardment can make those blow up into the brightest fireworks in the sky!
Slowly praised from the heart: "You are so amazing, you can make such a great artillery!"
Mark straightened his chest and enjoyed her praise very much.
But what is artillery?
Never heard of it.
Mark thought for a while, and felt that the name was very appropriate for the new weapon he made, so he called it the gun!
Slowly and cautiously asked: "Can this artillery be mass produced?"
Mark frowned: "The materials used to make the artillery are a bit difficult, and the craftsmanship is more complicated, but it's not the most troublesome."
"what?"
"The most troublesome thing is the energy crystal. This kind of artillery is launched entirely by the energy crystal. If there is no crystal, it cannot fire cannonballs."
What is the difference between a cannon that can’t fire cannonballs and scrap copper and iron
Slowly and quickly said: "I still have a lot of crystals here. As long as you can produce more artillery, I can be responsible for providing the crystals needed to make the artillery, and I can also use the crystal as a reward for making the artillery!"
Hearing the last sentence, Mark was immediately moved.