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- Constance didn¡¯t want to spend her hunting career in the Ballista team. One reason was that the Ballista team was a long-range hunting team which was detrimental to her development. The second reason was that several of Randy¡¯s actions made her unhappy. There was a strong sense of disgust in the unfamiliar team, and Constance felt like joining them was like eating a bed bug.
"Hey, do you really want to look for that ethereal state? Are you kidding me? If it could be found so easily, there would already be a bunch of top hunters on the continent!" Constance sat on the roadside, scratching his short hair. , raising her head and looking at the blue sky, she was not arrogant enough to think that she could easily touch that god-like state.
Bobby on the side also had a tense and worried look on his face, helping Constance think of a solution.
"Sister, why don't you change to a more powerful weapon? For example, a sword made of Dragon Boom material?" Poppy suggested with his little eyes shining.
After listening to Bobby's suggestion, Constance shook his head, "No, this is too despicable? If you don't defeat Randy in an upright manner, not only them, but even I will not admit it."
Although Constance does not call herself a "gentle woman", she is still unwilling to do such despicable things.
"Okay, let Poppy think of a way for her sister." Poppy was dejected and fell into hard thinking again.
"Weapon?" Although Constance rejected Poppy's suggestion, he hesitated for a while, imagining that he used the materials in the family to make a dragon weapon to ravage the monsters in the training ground.
Constance thought for a while, then suddenly shook his head vigorously, cursing in his mind: "What are you thinking about? You want to be the strongest hunter, how could you do such a thing for a moment of difficulty?"
The hunters and residents on the street glanced at Constance, wondering what was bothering such a beautiful huntress.
"That's right!" Constance recited "weapons" several times in his mind, and suddenly remembered something. He picked up Bobby, who was still looking down in distress, and ran home.
"Sister, sister, what are you doing! What?" Poppy asked in confusion as Constance held her in his arms.
Constance raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said mysteriously: "Thanks to Bobby, I will find a solution from the weapons this time."
One person and one cat quickly passed through the streets of Lockark and returned to the door of Rollins' house.
Constance ignored any etiquette, opened the door of his house, and walked quickly towards the equipment manufacturing center.
"Sister, didn't you say that using a weapon made from other people's materials to defeat Randy is a despicable act? Why do you want to start with a weapon?" Poppy was put on the ground by Constance, looking up at everyone. Constance was sweating profusely.
Without any explanation, Constance opened the iron door in front of him and entered the dim workshop. Poppy had no choice but to follow Constance and walk in with full of doubts.
"Master, how are you doing, Master?" Constance carefully avoided the materials on the floor and came to the dragon master who was wielding a hammer in front of the materials.
"Is something wrong?" The master made a sharp voice, which sounded like the sound of breaking the strings of a piano. He was a little unhappy that Constance interrupted his work.
Constance said respectfully: "Master, has the hunting whistle, the weapon I asked you to make not long ago, ready?"
The master didn¡¯t say anything. He still waved the hammer in his hand and struck the cast iron carefully.
"Why are you ignoring your sister?" Poppy was a little angry. Constance covered her mouth in time and respectfully stepped back a few steps away, waiting seriously to admire the master's creation.
"Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding." Two fist-sized hammers hit the red-hot iron in a rhythmic manner, knocking out gaps one after another in the already uneven iron. Driving the iron to move towards what the master wants in his mind.
¡°Ding ding ding, ding ding ding.¡±
¡°Ding ding ding, ding ding ding.¡±
After several rounds of hammering nearly a hundred times, the iron block has begun to take shape, changing from a lump to a slender sword shape. The surface was originally uneven, but under the master's careful hammering, it turned into an almost smooth surface. A good sword embryo appeared after being hammered by the master.
"I'm getting old, huh, huh, I'm tired of doing this." The master put down the hammer in his hand, wiped his sweat, put a pair of iron pliers on his right hand, clamped it in the middle of the sword body, and put it in into the coolant.
"Bah." The sword made a long sound.
"By the way, Constance, what did you say just now?" The master put the rudimentary sword body in front of his eyes, stared at it for a long time, then nodded with satisfaction and placed it on theaside.
"Master, have I finished making my hunting whistle?" Constance's eyes moved back from the sword.
The master closed his eyes slightly, recalled for a while, made a fist with his left hand and hit the right palm, and said: "Sure enough, people are getting old. Not only are their physical strength weak, but their memory has also declined. Your flute is still in the final step."
"Ah!" Constance opened his mouth wide, "Here, can you ask the master to build it quickly? Although it is a bit excessive, I am really in a hurry to use it."
Constance calculated carefully, even if he was proficient in music scores and other things, it would not be completed in a few days.
"Don't worry, there's only one last step left. Just be a witness and watch me complete the last step." The master reassured Constance, turned around and walked off the console, and emerged from the darkness with Constance's customization. hunting whistle.
The hunting flute looks like a guitar. It is more than one meter long. It has a handle longer than the guitar for the hunter to hold. The sound part is also the same as the guitar. It is a gourd shape. The upper part is mainly red and black, and the lower part is larger. The parts are mainly yellow-green, with a thin layer of minerals attached to the surface, making the color of the flute look dreamy.
But the only flaw is that there is no hole drilled in the handle of the flute, and there is no sound outlet in the pronunciation part.
"Master, what is the name of this flute?"
"How can it have a name before it's finished? Just watch." The master placed the flute on the wooden table, carefully fixed the handle with an iron wire, held a drilling knife, and asked: "What effects do you want? sheet music?"
"Stamina is restored, endurance is enhanced, and other masters can help me choose." Constance did not doubt the master's vision. After stating the request, he stopped talking nonsense and quietly waited for the birth of the flute.
"Well, let me think about the score." The master lowered his voice and silenced the workshop, leaving only the breathing of two people and a cat in the air.
"Woo Wu" The master moved, imitating the notes of a hunting flute, which has been baked by high temperatures all year round. His withered hand and left hand gently touched the sound-producing part of the flute's head, and his right hand firmly touched the handle. With a little force, a hole the size of your thumb appears on the sharp drill bit.
The master listened for a while, observed carefully for a while, smiled with satisfaction, and started again. He was still singing the tune in his mouth, but his hand didn't stop. He quickly drilled two holes in the other two positions of the handle that could only accommodate the little fingers. small hole.
Constance could only admire in his heart when he saw the master's skillful and mysterious skills.
The master's left hand made several gestures in the air. The fast mover seemed to be playing a tune. After playing it in his mind for a while, he put down the drilling knife in his hand and picked up a thin "iron sheet" Roll it into a circle and draw it on the bottom of the gourd shape of the "guitar".
"Hmm." The master's hand muscles tightened, and the "iron piece" held in both hands was pushed forward, as easily as tearing paper, and a circular sounding hole was directly cut out at the bottom.
"Okay." After repeated inspections, the master put down the tools in his hands and untied the wire binding the hunting flute.
"Thank you, Master." Constance thanked him sincerely and eagerly picked up the hunting whistle from the table. Run your hands over the flute.
"Made from flying insect materials, you can name it yourself." The operation just now seemed to have consumed all the master's energy. The master, who had not even sweated under the high temperature, picked up a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his palms. "Also, the name of the ice sword last time was not nice."
After hearing the master's last words, Constance quickly swallowed the words "flying insect flute" in his mouth and thought hard for a while before making a decision.
"Let's call it Fantasy Flute, but it really doesn't look like a flute." Constance looked at the dreamy color at the bottom of the flute and made up a decent name.
"Master, what do you think?" When Constance looked up to look for the master, he found that the master had gone upstairs to rest, so he didn't bother him much, took a piece of music score left by the master on the table, and talked to Bobby, who was still full of questions. Left the workshop.
"Sister, do you just want to rely on this flute?" Poppy asked as soon as she left the depressing workshop.
"That's right, this is my way." Constance imagined himself fighting monsters after being blessed with a lot of buffs. He patted the space bag on his waist and said with a smile: "I It's like taking a priest with you! Oh, it's more appropriate to follow the "sound"."
"Why did sister say something that Poppy couldn't understand? Where is sister going?" Poppy had more doubts in her heart. She looked at Constance, who was walking towards the accommodation area with a flute, and asked.
"Of course I'm looking for Uncle Cliff. I can't understand these notes. Follow me quickly and let you cultivate your sentiments." Constance shook the dense sheet of music in his hand.
I have made a great ambition. If I recommend it to 170 today, I will update it tomorrow.
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