mousepad-d2 Chapter 1550: Full of energy
Chapter 1550: Full of energy
Chapter 1550: Full of energy
Gordon found that he was not suitable for telling lies.
He had no choice but to drag his furious wife back into the house and tell her everything he had been thinking in recent days and what the village chief had said to him.
Hayata gradually calmed down.
She knew that with Gordon's overly strong sense of responsibility, he couldn't say something like "If the sky falls, we all have to hold it together" without the guidance of his elders.
It can also be seen that Gordon did not hide anything this time. The anger in Hayata's heart gradually subsided, and the feeling of worry resurfaced.
She was worried that her husband would be overwhelmed by his sense of responsibility, and she was also worried that the Dragon Strike sword would take advantage of the situation.
Not that she was overly concerned.
When people's will becomes weak due to various negative emotions, their hearts will be more easily eroded.
Not to mention the [Dragon Strike] greatsword made of forbidden materials, even protective gear such as the Tyrannosaurus suit that can affect the spirit must be used with caution.
Gordon himself admitted that when he broke the lock and took the sword out of the box, he was at his most shaken and vulnerable.
If the old village chief had not stopped him at that time, if he had rashly drawn the sword, it would have been severely corroded and he might even have lost control of it.
At the same time, Hayata also realized that there was no point in "locking" the sword.
If Gordon really wanted to get the sword, no lock or box could stop him?
Noticing Hayata's hesitant concern, Gordon grinned and placed the Dragon Strike greatsword on the weapon rack alongside his other greatswords.
"Don't worry, I've figured it out and I won't do anything stupid again." Gordon hugged her and said, "The village chief is right, no one can bear the weight of the entire civilization.
Even if I am a 'hero', I am just the stronger one in the hunter group.
I will no longer have any arrogant and stupid idea that 'I must take up that sword for the sake of all mankind.'
The only purpose of that sword is to protect you in battle, just like any other sword.
Of course, I am confident that I can do this.”
Hayata used both hands to push him away, "We no longer need protection, even Feng Ying.
All you have to do is protect yourself.”
After getting rid of the heaviest burden from his heart, Gordon felt a lot more relaxed.
Having not slept well for several days, he suddenly felt very sleepy. He lay on the bed, closed his eyes and fell asleep.
It seemed like only a minute had passed.
While half asleep, I felt two small hands pressing randomly on my face. I opened my eyelids a little and found that it was little Muti who was making trouble.
He grabbed her and rubbed his chin against her face. The rough sandpaper-like stubble made the little girl's tender cheeks red.
Amid the squeaking sounds, Gordon climbed out of the bed refreshed, put his daughter on his shoulders, and walked out of the bedroom.
I glanced at the clock on the living room wall and it was already afternoon.
"Wow, I slept for quite a long time."
Hayata, who was sitting cross-legged like a sculpture in front of the balcony and practicing sword meditation, opened his eyes.
"There is food on the table, eat it yourself." After saying this, she closed her eyes again.
Gordon grinned, knowing that Hayata's anger should have passed, but it was not completely gone.
It's better not to tease her at this time.
Gordon quickly filled his stomach with the food on the table, which was neither delicious nor bad, but at least sufficient in quantity. He wiped his mouth and stood up.
Placing his daughter on his shoulders like a Fukubiki rabbit, Gordon raised his voice and shouted, "I'm going to check on the pork chop master!"
Then I prepared to go out with my daughter.
But he forgot that the door was broken, and subconsciously pulled the handle, and the door that was barely leaning against the wall was pulled down again.
Hayata's eye twitched.
Gordon, who was holding the door, laughed dryly, stepped out sideways, and carefully put the door panel back into the door frame.
He jogged away all the way.
Hayata sighed, calmed himself, and continued his practice.
Gordon was in a good mood. He did not look gloomy or walk hurriedly like he did in the past few days. Instead, he strolled around the street with little Mutti on his shoulder in a leisurely manner as if he was shopping.
Apart from his scary physique, he looks no different from other young fathers.
Two or three hours passed in a flash, and by the time he arrived at his master's studio, it was already dark.
Holding the back of his father's head and sitting on Gordon's neck, little Muti was very excited.
No one has taken her out to play for several days.
Gordon reached out and knocked on the door. Soon, the master's voice came from inside the door, "Come in, cough cough cough."
Gordon pushed open the door, greeted and was about to step in, but suddenly he remembered something and stopped abruptly.
Finally, I managed to avoid my daughter's head hitting the door frame again and getting a big bump.
"As expected of me."
Gordon chuckled, tucked his daughter under his arm, lowered his head and walked into the studio.
"Master, Pork Chop, I've brought you some comfort food." He raised the food he bought on the way, "I guess you haven't had dinner yet?"
"Meow?" Pig Chop poked his head out from inside an alchemical cauldron, "What's that, meow?"
"Bread, cheese, sausage, bacon, what else?" Gordon shrugged. "I also saw dried fish, but it didn't taste as good as the one made with fish roe, so I didn't buy any."
Pork Chop shook off the black dust all over his body, ran over, picked up a sausage and put it in his mouth, then patted Mutti's little butt with his paw, turned around and went back to his work.
The master came over with a smile, holding the old umbrella, took Little Muti from Gordon, teased him for a while, and then asked, "Have you figured it out?"
Gordon scratched his neck and said "hmm" in response.
"Being responsible is a good thing, ahem. But don't put too much pressure on yourself." After a simple reminder, the master didn't waste any more words on this topic.
"Ahem, you're here to learn about the progress here, right? It's a bit regrettable, there hasn't been any breakthrough progress yet."
Knowing that the master would cough easily if he talked too much, Pig Chop put down his work and food for the time being and explained on his behalf:
"Alchemists are working hard to refine high-density dragon-killing carbon. Currently, there is sufficient material, and it won't take too long to mix a batch of super-powerful shells.
When the teacher said there was no progress, he was referring to the research on ancient slime molds.
The new species of ancient slime mold samples that Alcohol and his team brought are different from the ones we obtained in the New World, but there is no obvious difference in the explosion effect.
We asked scholars in this field from the Scribe Team to help with hybridization and created several new breeds, but none of them can be considered dominant cat breeds.
Most of them even lost their ability to explode, meow. The only one that was barely successful improved its stability a lot, but the price was that its power was significantly reduced, meow."
Gordon has a clear self-awareness, and to say he has only a limited understanding of these areas is an understatement.
He said he came to "learn about the progress" or something like that, but in reality he just came to visit his master and Pork Chop.
But for the sake of face, he also casually offered some suggestions, "It would be better if it was more stable. Can it replace gunpowder? Or be used as a charge for crossbow bullets or something."
Pork Chop kept shaking his head and gave a series of explanations.
For example, it is not as reliable as conventional gunpowder, the fluidity of slime mold affects its trajectory, the maintenance cost is too high, and it must be loaded and used on the spot.
"Put it in a bottle to replace the blasting bottle used by the bow hunter?" Gordon said this and prepared to change the subject.
Pork Chop also subconsciously replied, "It's still the same old problem, meow. Slime mold is not liquid, and it's hard to smoothly apply it to the tip of the arrow even if it's in a bottle.
We can't just assign someone to follow the bow hunter and brush slime mold onto the arrows with a brush."
Listening to the discussion between the two, the master suddenly paused and opened his squinting eyes a little, "Hmm? That's a good idea, ahem.
This method cannot be used for hunting bows, but it may be used on bed crossbows."
(End of this chapter)