The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

I don't know what the thinking and aesthetics of inventors are like. I just know that there is always a gap between me and them that cannot be penetrated and can't be touched, just like the generation gap between different ages.

I really can't understand how this wooden puppet with broken parts and spinning around is so interesting, he can actually stare at it with relish.

Also, why does Dewey keep watching with him with relish?

Uh, yes, Dewey is also an inventor.

After that, Dewey took me to see many other inventions, including portable telephone crystals.

I asked Dewey: "How does this thing work?"

Dewey said: "It means that the magic of a call is recorded inside the crystal, so that it can have a conversation at a long distance."

Oh, I see.

I thought of mobile phones.

but--

"You mass produce so much, is it possible that the call records will be leaked?" I asked.

"Don't worry about this," Dewey said: "Each batch of portable call crystals has magic records inside. The same magic records can be heard and talked directly, but different magic records cannot do this."

"Is there a way that the call crystals of different magic records can hear each other and talk to each other?" I asked.

"No" Dewey said: "Unless you have the same call crystal as your magic record."

Hearing what he said, I breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that as long as our batch of portable call crystals are not lost, the conversation between me and Phoenix will be absolutely confidential.

After leaving this floor, we descended directly to 270 meters underground.

I asked Dewey: "Why don't you walk around layer by layer?"

Dewey said: "Because it's so boring, the layers in the middle are similar to the proving grounds I saw before. There is nothing novel."

Entering the test field at 270 meters, there are dozens of wooden puppets, tall and clumsy.

"these are......"

"This is the puppet proving ground," Dewey said: "It's the place we use to test puppets."

Puppet?

Why do I always think they are like robots.

On the proving ground, the puppets were arranged on two sides. On one side, a dozen puppets were holding heavy huge swords, and the other side was an equal number of puppets holding large shields.

On the side, the commander gave an order, and the two puppets walked towards each other, and the one holding the sword raised the huge sword in his hand high and cut it towards the other side.

While the opponent cut down, the other side raised the shield high and blocked the attack trajectory in advance.

Hearing only a dull sound, the huge sword slammed firmly on the shield, and the huge wooden puppet trembled slightly at the same time, but it did not break apart.

I was surprised, and hurriedly asked Dewey: "What kind of wood is this and how can it be so strong?"

Dewey told me: "These firewood are all bought from Moonlight City, the best hardwood."

"Huh?" I wondered: "Don't Moonlight City doesn't sell trees?"

"Haha" Dewey smiled: "Xiao Yi, you are still too young. Who said Moonlight City does not sell trees, they just don't sell saplings and young trees. As for the old trees that have grown for many years, and those that died because of accidents, They will still export and sell."

"That's it."

I have learned another unspoken rule that can cut trees reasonably and legally.

And while speaking, the wooden puppets had already exchanged venues, the attacking side became defensive, and the defensive side became an attack.

Then there was another heavy collision.

After we watched more than a dozen collisions, finally, a wooden puppet could not withstand the impact of the collision and broke open with a click.

The commander immediately stopped and started various tedious data analysis and investigations.

I can't understand or understand this process at all.

Obviously, Dewey also saw this, so he asked me to take the elevator and continue to descend.

We landed three hundred meters underground, and Dewey said to me: "From here, there will be no proving ground."

"Huh?" I asked him, "Then what are you taking me here for?"

Dewey pointed to a piece of exposed silver ore and said to me: "If you see that, it is the mithril used to make bracelets for you.

"Oh~ the original ore of Mithril is also silvery white!" I sighed.

"No" Dewey said: "Mythril was originally gray, but it turned white when exposed to the air."

I nodded and said, "So, from here, it's the mine of Mithril?"

Dewey said: "Yes, from here to 500 meters underground, the mithril mine is rich."

"You mean rich?" I pointed to the bare Mithril, and said, "But I always feel that the quantity is not as large as I imagined."

"Of course" Dewey said: "The abundance I am referring to is measured relative to the amount of Mithril produced in other cities and towns. If compared with common ores such as iron ore and copper ore, Mithril can never be called rich. Yes, their numbers are too scarce."

"But I think there are many places on the market where Mithril weapons are flowing out, and some of them are not so expensive." I said: "Could it be that they are selling fakes?"

Dewey thought for a while and said, "That's not necessarily. The so-called mithril weapons are weapons that contain ore such as mithril, and mithril, after smelting, can easily fuse with other metals. So, even if it is Weapons mixed with rice-sized mithril can be called mithril weapons."

After listening to Dewey's explanation, I was surprised, isn't this purely a shameless act of selling dog meat!

In other words, a weapon with a Mithril particle mixed into it can really be called a Mithril weapon?

If that makes sense, then, can a pound of lamb mixed with a pound of rat meat be sold as lamb?

I was a bit outraged.

Dewey said: "Xiao Yi, you don't need to be so excited. This is not a normal thing. Although it is only mixed with a grain of mithril, no matter how you say it, it still has mithril. The hardness is definitely higher than the equivalent. Weapons that are not doped with Mithril are slightly stronger, and the price will naturally be higher."

After listening to Dewey’s persuasion, I sighed. He was right. After all, there is nothing wrong with no business. If you don’t even do this nasty thing, it is very difficult for businessmen to make a lot of money. It’s just this way of making money, listen. It looks very unpleasant!

But on second thought, if Dewey didn’t explain these things to me, I might not know the nastyness at all from the beginning, and I would even be kept in the dark. At least, in the future, in terms of weapons selection, I can Be less fooled.

Thinking of this, my excitement gradually calmed down.

As soon as I felt calm, my stomach began to growl.

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