Chapter 13 Soul Stone

"Once upon a time, there was a little girl who was going to see her grandmother in the forest. She was wearing a little red hood and jumping away." She leaned gently on the wall of the car, An Ruoran hugged Vivian in her arms and told her stories under the starry sky in the quiet night. "The big bad wolf suddenly jumped onto the bed and swallowed the old lady in one bite, and then it put on the old lady's clothes and dressed up..."

There is no doubt that this is another advantage of a time traveler - the effect of using fairy tales to deceive the little loli is probably far better than the lollipop. But before An Ruoran could be proud, Vivian suddenly jumped up and bit the little tiger's teeth and yelled: "An An, you are nonsense! Werewolf will not deceive the old lady to eat. Uncle Clet never eats people!"

"Oh, that's right..." It seems that the little loli directly understood the big bad wolf as a werewolf. Perhaps it was because she had been living in the orc tribe. An Ruoran rolled his eyes helplessly and tried to explain to her that this wolf is not the other wolf. However, Vivian didn't listen to his explanation at all, but he kept shaking his head and yelling, and from time to time, he said, "An An bullies me, An An is a bad person." Seeing this scene, An Ruoran finally realized that he could not explain this problem, so he made a wise choice-

"Once upon a time, there was a big bad wolf who was going to see his grandmother in the forest. He was wearing a little Red Riding Hood and jumping away." A few minutes later, An Ruoran's adaptation of "Little Red Riding Hood" started again, "Little Red Riding Hood suddenly jumped onto the bed and swallowed the old lady in one bite, and then it put on the old lady's clothes and dressed up..."

I guess Brother Grimm would immediately wave two pig-killing swords to cut An Ruoran over when he heard this adapted fairy tale, of course, the premise was that they could also cross it. However, Vivian was obviously very satisfied with this story. She snuggled in An Ruoran's arms with a smile, and exclaimed softly from time to time, obviously worried that the big bad wolf would be eaten by Little Red Riding Hood. However, a few minutes later, Naya's voice suddenly came from outside the carriage, interrupting the story of the night: "An An, Jiade City is coming soon----------I seem to see the shadow of that old bastard..."

The so-called old bastard, of course, refers to Duke Stan, and the reason why he stood at the gate of the city was very simple. An Ruoran patted Vivian's little head and immediately sat upright back to his seat. Vivian hesitated for a moment, but took off the soul stone worn on his chest and gently stuffed it into his palm: "That... An An, this is the reward I paid to you in advance!"

"Huh?" An Ruoran was slightly stunned. According to the original agreement, this soul stone should be revenge after the commission was completed. Vivian bit her finger, and her fat little face was dyed with a bit of redness: "Because An An is too weak now, you must become stronger quickly to protect me!"

Even though she said this, the concern and worries in Vivian's eyes could not be hidden. Knowing that she was trying to help her, An Ruoran couldn't help but feel moved, and gently reached out to hug her. At the same time, the chariot was slowing down slowly in the speeding, and without waiting for it to stop completely, Duke Stan's surprise voice came from outside the carriage: "Master Victor, you are faster than I expected!"

It seems that the Duke has been waiting here for a few days, otherwise how could he meet by chance? However, the more attentive Stan is, the more strange An Ruoran feels - it is just to repair a few casting works, is it necessary to bow down to this identity? Unless, as he had expected, there are other hidden things behind this matter...

Although he thought so, An Ruoran's pace of walking out of the car did not slow down. With the swaying fire in the wind, he clearly saw Duke Stan and the noble man standing a little far away, a gorgeously dressed noble man - this was a tall man about thirty-five years old, and his overall image was not outstanding, but his eyes were bright and bright, and he didn't look like an ordinary wine bag.

Seeing An Ruoran turn his head and look, the man also gave his greetings slightly. Duke Stan hurriedly stepped forward a few steps, bowed to An Ruoran and said, "Master, welcome to Guardian City. Please allow me to introduce this. This is Viscount Simmons. He came to check the livelihood situation of Guardian City according to His Majesty's order."

With Stan's introduction, the two men who met for the first time saluted again, but there was no much communication. Stan agreed with a few interesting words and said, "Master, you have come all the way and you probably haven't used dinner yet. If you don't mind, I can order this city..."

"No need, I just want to have a good rest now." An Ruoran glanced at Vivian, who was already a little tired, and gently raised his hand to interrupt Stan's words: "Then provide us with accommodation first. I will visit you tomorrow morning and repair those damaged Qibao for you-but, there is one thing I must explain first!"

"Yes, please give me instructions!" Stan was slightly stunned and nodded in promise. An Ruoran coughed lightly and said lightly: "When I repair the Qibao, I will use the casting techniques I personally created, and these techniques are something I don't want to leak. So, you must prepare a quiet room for me tomorrow, and no one is allowed to enter."

A little hesitated, but Stan nodded slowly to agree, and then ordered the servant to lead the way and take a few VIPs to the hotel that had been booked. With the roar, the chariot gradually moved away on the bluestone road, and the duke finally smiled slightly, turned to look at the man beside him and said, "Mr. Simmons, so you can rest assured now. Within three days, I will definitely send these gems to your residence."

"Very good, I think Your Majesty will be very satisfied. As I said, Your Majesty is a fanatical admirer of Master Victor." Simmons touched his short beards and said slightly. Stan breathed a sigh of relief, and finally felt that his uneasy heart could be slightly relieved. Although the design framed Duke Cole, the impact of this matter was too great after all, and even Your Majesty sent an envoy to investigate. Fortunately, this Viscount Simmons was a very greedy bastard...

"I think, as long as your gift can satisfy Your Majesty..." As Stan expected, Simmons' tone increased his tone with the word "satisfaction". Stay smiled knowingly and handed out a golden ticket. Simmons looked down at the numbers on the golden ticket, and smiled and said, "Very good, this matter will be resolved smoothly. Please rest assured."

"Don't worry, I already have a perfect plan for how to get that list." Just as Simmons promised Stan, An Ruoran, who had just arrived at the luxurious room of the hotel, was also patting his chest to assure Vivian. But somehow, when he heard these words that seemed to have nothing to do with him and was about to pounce on the midnight snack, he suddenly couldn't help but shiver.

"When it is repaired tomorrow, as long as Nayakan makes a small sacrifice, the problem will be easily solved." Sure enough, Naya immediately realized sadly that he had become a victim again. Considering that the protest was ineffective, the demon pig immediately rushed to the food and turned to revenge his master with such a big chewing behavior - but it obviously forgot that it was Duke Stan who paid for the bill, not An Ruoran and Vivian.

After a few chats, Vivian, who was tired all day long, was already drowsy. An Ruoran gently carried her to bed, then summoned the soul fire, and began to try to melt the soul stone. From the memories left by Victor, he knew that this melting was quite difficult, so he had already prepared mentally. However, when he really practiced it himself, he was still shocked and vaguely felt that it was even more difficult than he had imagined.

From the moment the soul fire touched the soul stone, the buzzing sound in An Ruoran's mind never stopped. This is not the kind of interference that usually melts the material, but a louder and more dense noise - the feeling is like a construction team working by your bedside, enough to make any normal person mentally collapse.

With such a hard way to resist this spiritual criminal law, An Ruoran used the soul fire to refine it for two hours until the soul fire could no longer support it and slowly disappeared. However, even though he made such efforts, the soul stone floating in the void had only eliminated the thin layer on the outside, probably less than one-sixth of the whole. In fact, this was the most fragile part of the soul stone, and the hardness inside was far beyond his imagination.

"That's of course. Did you just let you cheat?" Naya, who had just finished his midnight snack, was sucking and spitting out the smoke with satisfaction. Hearing An Ruoran's sigh, it taught him disapprovingly: "When Victor melted the soul stone, his level had reached the high level, but it took half a month. So with your current initial level ability, it would be normal to spend several times more time."

"Oh, wouldn't that take the first half of a year?" An Ruoran patted his forehead helplessly and gave up the idea of ​​becoming fat. However, when he tried to check his soul fire, he suddenly got an unexpected surprise. With the process of melting the soul stone, the core of the red soul fire had almost turned silver, which was an effect that had not been achieved in the past half month.

"This is normal. Although it is only a small part of the soul stone, it is enough for upgrading your primary level." Naya explained to him, while lazily climbing onto the bed and consciously acting as the doll in Vivian's arms. However, after hesitating for a moment, it opened its eyes slightly and looked at An Ruoran who was still sitting at the table: "An An, aren't you going to rest?"

"You have to rest first, I want to design something new." An Ruoran gently unfolded a piece of white paper, turned his head and smiled, "You can only take your strength to improve, but before that, we always have some means to save our lives - such as hidden weapons... Well, have you ever heard of such things?"

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