All Worlds Madhouse

Chapter 400 Craftsman

We may tell the story about craftsmen, but certainly not now.

Anyway, as long as everyone knows that this is a thief who is not liked by others, and can even be said to be completely arbitrary, that's all.

At this moment, what is this arbitrary person doing?

It was obvious, just looking at those boiling furnaces, that he was building something.

But that's just the surface.

If you don't pay attention to the magnificent scene in the sky, but carefully glance at the [craftsman] next to the hydraulic press, you can find that this guy has a bottle of wine next to him, which is the kind of wine that is very retro and old-fashioned. The jug was completely inconsistent with his age, and next to the jug, there was a small audio device. This device once appeared in a certain plane in the mid-1920s. It also had a familiar name, ' MP3'. A headphone cable is connected to this 'mp3', and the other end is inserted into [Artisan]'s ear.

Well, yes, he was building the most sophisticated instrument in the universe while drinking, dazing, and listening to music.

Although he knows that work is work and leisure is leisure, according to his own theory, as long as he listens to music and drinks without delaying his work, there will be no problem.

No matter how unreliable you think this kind of thing is, since it comes from the mouth of a craftsman, it is reliable. You don’t need to be stubborn with him, because you can’t be stubborn with him. If you dare to do it, then [the craftsman] will definitely follow. It doesn't matter who you are, and the most important thing is that you can't beat him.

What? Are you saying that someone with such a stubborn mind should set up a scheme to plot against him?

Come on, back then Ziliang and Chen Xiao together couldn't have planned anything [Artisan], don't believe it, it felt like no matter how smart the person was, they couldn't have planned a big cabbage.

A craftsman has his own theory on everything. Even if you talk about it in ridiculous ways, he won't be able to fall into your trap, because he won't pay attention to you at all.

This is [Craftsman]. Now, everyone has a more intuitive feeling about his "unlikeability"

So, without further ado, while [Artisan] was drinking wine and immersed in singing.

"Hello"

came a voice.

Through the music, the craftsman also heard this greeting, so he took off his headphones and turned to look behind him.

Not far away, stood an uncle about 50 years old, wearing an old brown robe and a pair of flip-flops. His hair was very long and tied back in a particularly sloppy way.

Maybe it's because his face looks like a mixture of Eastern and European. Therefore, this uncle's face looks very resolute and sharp-edged, but there is an obvious uneasiness in his sleepy eyes. Responsible taste.

The craftsman just glanced at him lightly, then turned around, with no intention of continuing to talk to this guy. Moreover, he also said: "I won't take orders today."

"Oh, I'm not here to place an order." The uncle said a little embarrassed, "Actually, I'm here to discuss things."

"I'm listening to music and don't want to talk." The craftsman said quickly and put on the headphones again.

Well, it's obvious. If he says he doesn't want to talk, then he definitely won't talk.

But at this time, the uncle seemed to be very happy, and he said incoherently: "Finally we caught up, so now"

Well, that's all he said.

Well, the craftsman ignored him and continued with his business.

It seemed that the bottle of wine could never be finished, and the songs in the MP3 did not know whether they had no limit or were looped repeatedly. In addition, there is no day and night in the [Factory] plane, so I don’t know how long it had been.

The craftsman finally closed the lid of the wine bottle with satisfaction and took off the headphones.

That is at this moment.

"Huh - I finally caught up. Now that you've finished listening, can we have a talk?" The uncle's voice came again.

The craftsman was stunned for a moment, then turned his head: "You haven't left yet?"

"Ah? I just came"

The craftsman frowned.

The uncle seemed to realize something immediately, and smiled awkwardly: "Ah, it seems to be messed up again, wait. Well, we should be able to meet now, ahem, hello, I guess you are the [Artisan], right? , first time meeting, I came here to ask you a favor."

"Who are you?" The craftsman still frowned, looking at the uncle who spoke in a mess and said.

"Oh? Haven't I introduced myself yet?" The uncle was stunned: "Ah hahaha - how rude, oh, my name is 'Saito Kagetsu', please take care of me." After saying that, he bowed in a serious manner. .

The craftsman was silent for a while. You may not believe it, but the craftsman has a very good heart. He even has the almost extinct quality of "helping others", but he also often rejects others.

Anyway, you just need to try to understand this kind of character.

So. "What help?" he asked.

"Oh, it's nothing. I just want to ask you to make a tracker for the [Eternal Life Coffin] for me. That's all."

The words just fell!

"Buzz————" sounded softly.

The sound came from outside the sky, and as soon as it reached the stream of light, it pierced the dense clouds and went straight to the craftsman. Of course, this stream of light did not want to attack the craftsman, but suddenly and quietly hovered beside him.

And that stream of light is a needle, a needle that is about as long as a forearm. The thickest part is only an iron needle as thick as a thumb. If you didn't see the momentum at the moment it pierced the clouds, there is also Hovering quietly next to the craftsman, this kind of exchange of movement and silence feels inconsistent. Maybe you walk past it without giving it a second glance.

"Why do you need a tracker?" The craftsman continued to ask calmly, but at this moment, the pressure around him had gathered with the needle.

"Haha - well, of course I want to track [Sin]. As you know, [Eternal Life Coffin] is in the hands of that guy now."

"I don't care what you are?" The craftsman suddenly interrupted Uncle Huayue: "I don't want to help you, so please leave."

"Oh? No way? Can you think about it again?" Uncle Huayue seemed to want to try again.

"No." The craftsman's tone was still calm and resolute: "Please leave here now, or I will kill you."

"Well, don't be so heartless. I think we can do it."

"Pfft!"

The long needle flashed instantly and went straight through Uncle Huayue's eyebrow, leaving only a small hole that had no time to drip blood.

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