Chapter 15: Concealer Expert

An Ruoran's question was too sudden, and there was no prompt, so how could anyone guess it. But in the expressions of Via, Rui and the others looking at each other, Naya was enjoying Via's massage while sniffing and saying disdainfully: "Nonsense, what else can you do! With An An's personality, you must use this thing to be a secret weapon. I guess **地官网官网官网官网官网官网官网官网官网官网官网官网官网官网官网官网官网官网官网官网官网官网官网官网官网官

"Smart is used to make hidden weapons." An Ruoran raised his thumb and exclaimed. If it weren't for considering that no one could understand, he would have shouted "The parents who gave birth to me, and the one who knew me was Naya." Weiya reached out to take the spring, pressed it lightly a few times, and said thoughtfully: "An, are you planning to use this elasticity to make the hidden weapons fire at a faster speed?"

Weiya's idea is very accurate, even though she has not guessed the full purpose of the exorcist iron. Judging from An Ruoran's previous use of the Rain Rain Pear Blossom Needle, this insidious hidden weapon certainly has a good effect, but it does not have much lethality for high-level and above strong people. The reason for this is that its firing speed is not fast enough, such as super-level strong people like Nicholas, can easily dodge.

But now with this kind of exorcist iron making machine spring, the firing speed of the rainy pear blossom needle can be greatly increased. Although there has not been an accurate experiment, based on the ejection speed just now, it is only based on the non-agile strongman like Nicholas, then there is a certain chance of being hit. So when I think of this, even Naya, who was originally absent-minded, was slightly moved and vaguely discovered the terrible part.

"Actually, you haven't guessed it all yet. Speed ​​is just one element of my consideration." However, in the thoughtful expressions of everyone, An Ruoran shook his head gently and beat the spring rhythmically. "I just said that this kind of exorcist iron can drive away magic power - that is to say, if we input fire-attribute magic power and let it be driven out, it is exactly attached to the silver needle..."

"Shameless, but I like it!" Naya was stunned for a moment, and immediately raised his hooves. An Ruoran gently clenched it, and his mind began to think about how to cast it. Perhaps he could consider using the magic crystals of each attribute as the driving force to let the silver needle carry different attributes. If it shot out in a row, the other party would be more difficult to resist. Of course, anyway, all attributes have been added, so I don't care about adding more toxins or something...

"Well, I know that the medicine shop in the east of the city is for sale!" Naya, who is worthy of being a famous "birds of a feather". An Ruoran just thought of this, and he had raised his hooves to give advice. But that's not all. In the astonished eyes of everyone, the sinister demon pig said proudly, "An An, why don't we do something else? What are you talking about last time? Remember to equip me with a few pieces!"

Well, even if you don’t know what these things are, just listening to the name is chilling enough. But the two parties seemed very happy. Amid their suppressed laughter, the chariot slowly turned to the east of the city - there is no doubt that a certain medicine shop owner was going to make a big profit today...

In the following period, An Ruoran declined the new order and was busy completing the hundreds of tasks he owed before. With the help of his clone, Rui and Vivian gradually became more skilled, so the casting efficiency was better than that of one day. In addition to completing ten orders every day, he also took the time to build equipment for himself, Vivian, Naya and even Gaosen, mainly focusing on hidden weapons and defensive gems.

In addition, because An Ruoran has been able to refine high-level materials, the Yunlong chariot also needs to be transformed in line with the times. After he upgraded, the Yunlong chariot that was in harmony with him also increased its power, and the two bone tigers alone were enough to compete with the intermediate warriors. An Ruoran still felt that it was not enough, and set up secret mechanisms in several decorations on the outer wall of the chariot to launch them at multiple angles at the Blood-supply Soul Spike. In addition, the stings on the two wheels were also extended and strengthened, making melee attackers unable to get closer.

It seems that the attack ability of the Yunlong Chariot itself is impeccable, and what is missing is a passenger of a high level. When it was originally designed, An Ruoran had already left two melee positions and two long-range attack positions. Now it seems that Gao Sen and Naya can occupy a melee and long-range position respectively, but the remaining two do not have suitable candidates. According to An Ruoran's idea, it is best to find a spear warrior and an archer, so that such a combination will be very reasonable.

"If Vivian is transformed, it would be very suitable for Vivian after his transformation." Once upon a time, An Ruoran had also imagined this way when he looked at Vivian who was lying in his arms, but when he thought of the cold green figure, he immediately shook his head firmly. Compared to this, it was not difficult to find an archer, but An Ruoran would rather find a magic archer, which was a bit difficult to deal with.

"Forget it, even if I can find it, I may not trust them." After thinking for a long time, he temporarily let go of these ideas and turned to complete his order to cast. About half a month later, several casting products represented by magic typewriters gradually became popular in the imperial capital and became a hot topic of discussion and fashion topic in the aristocratic circle.

Speaking of which, this is due to Duke Philip. If he hadn't been so show-off that he pulled people into his home one by one, An Ruoran's castings would not have been when they would have become popular. But now, the nobles of the entire imperial capital knew the existence of this An family casting business, not just because of the magic typewriter and neon plaque, but probably because of the little thing that could not be said explicitly...

According to Duke Philip's drunkenness, that kind of thing can not only solve the sequelae, but also help men regain their strength. Once this news came out, it was naturally a sensation in the four fields, which tempted every nobleman to try it. So the next day, someone asked a friend to have a few friends and immediately gave a thumbs up and praised it. Of course, everyone flocked to it. I don't know who wanted to beat the dragon's fart and wanted to be crazy. Three days later, even such a small condom was put on in front of Emperor Arthur...

"So, is this the work of Mr. An?" Looking at the square box placed on the table, Emperor Arthur sucked the coffee with a smile, and could not tell whether it was joy or anger. Even though he was nearly seventy years old, the vigorous old man with long silver hair and beard was still full of vitality. Even though his body was a little old, his mind was still as wise as when he was young, and his magnificent eyes still had the majesty of the superior.

Junan and Artest, who were standing on the lower side, looked at each other, but did not say anything more. King Arthur took a sip of coffee again, and suddenly smiled slightly, "Interesting, this Mr. An is really a wonderful person, although is it a bit... a little..."

After a long time of "somewhat", Emperor Arthur still couldn't find a suitable word to describe, but the smile on his face was already very obvious. Seeing this, Junan and Artest finally breathed a sigh of relief and took the opportunity to add: "Father, Mr. An's ability is not just about this kind of thing. Look at the magic typewriter he casts, it has a great future for promotion and helps the popularization of imperial cultural knowledge."

"It's interesting, it's rare to see you have such a consistent attitude." Emperor Arthur did not hurry to ask about the magic typewriter, but instead looked at his two sons thoughtfully and showed a meaningful smile. Junan and Artest looked at each other and couldn't help but murmured with embarrassment: "The father is joking. We just think Mr. An has great potential and hope he can serve the empire."

"Well, is it for the empire or for..." At this point, Emperor Arthur suddenly paused and said no more. After a moment of silence, he suddenly looked at Jun'an and said lightly: "Then, you can bring An Ruoran to meet in a few days! In any case, he at least helped us solve the two cases of arms smuggling and monster attacks, and should also give him some rewards."

Jun An bowed to take the order, and a smile couldn't help but overflow with his lips, which meant that he could sell him to An Ruoran for a favor. Artest looked a little anxious and couldn't help but interrupt, "Father, why don't I ask me to accompany my third brother to invite you, maybe I can get some clues from Mr. An about the clues about raising monsters in the dungeon to attack the empire."

"Okay, I hope to find the dungeon and the so-called Master Maldini as soon as possible." Emperor Arthur pointed his head slightly, signaling Junan and Artest to retreat. However, just as the two princes were about to walk out of the hall, he suddenly shook his head and shouted in a deep voice: "Wait a minute, I'll change my mind!"

Junan and Artest looked at each other and turned their heads in confusion. Emperor Arthur took a sip of coffee and said with a slightly strange smile: "I suddenly feel that there is no need to invite him to the imperial court. Arte, come here..."

Artest was stunned for a moment, and took a few steps forward with some unknown reason. Emperor Arthur signaled him to come over and said a few words softly. Two seconds later, Artest's steel-like face suddenly began to twist, and then he showed an indescribable expression. After a long time of stunnedness, he finally swallowed his saliva in a daze, and hesitated with stuttering: "Father, Father, are you sure you want to do this?"

"Of course!" Emperor Arthur smiled and looked at him, then waved his hand: "Then you can retreat, remember not to leak the news. As for Mr. An's casting works, I can send you a few pieces, and I also want to study them - by the way, including those condoms..."

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