Shall we go to open up the wasteland together tomorrow?

It was already evening when Ethan separated from his siblings.

Thousands of lights began to light up on the streets of Turing.

Walking on the white stone pavement, Ethan came to the Wizard of Oz again.

The entire dark blue avenue is a commercial area, and many businesses have closed. The coldness at this time is in sharp contrast to the daytime.

Two new kerosene lamps hang at the door of the Wizard of Oz, providing a little light on the street corner.

The store door is ajar and it should be closing soon.

"Dingling~"

The greeting bell behind the door rang out a string of sweet beauty.

The guy who was walking towards him immediately started dancing when he saw it was Ethan.

"You finally came!"

"The boss wants to see you."

Ethan was pulled towards the backyard with a dull look on his face.

"Boss, he's here!"

shouted the clerk, pushing open the door of a parlor.

Ethan met the old man Occam again, and he looked much better now.

"My benefactor, I finally found you!"

Occam opened his arms. He was much taller than Ethan had imagined.

"Hello, it seems you responded well."

"Hey, thanks to your rescue, I didn't even have time to thank you."

Occam didn't expect that the person who pulled him back from death would be a young boy.

"And I heard from my buddy that you are coming to find me?"

He looked at the young man in front of him with confusion.

Ethan nodded, took out a letter from the badge and handed it to Occam.

"You will understand after reading the letter."

Occam was shocked when he looked at the lucky emblem of the Chris family painted on the envelope and the signature of Turner Chris in the middle of the envelope.

After a few minutes, he laughed.

"Thanks to Mr. Turner, otherwise you wouldn't have come to this store or saved me."

Occam touched his belly and nodded with a smile.

"My name is Ethan."

Ethan scratched his head, feeling a little nervous.

"Just call me Fat Ao."

"Mr. Turner was full of praise for your medical skills in the letter, and it turned out to be true."

"This will be my home from now on."

Occam pressed Ethan's shoulders with both hands, giving Ethan a very solid feeling.

In this way, an unused utility room on the second floor of the Wizard of Oz became Ethan's new residence.

Not only that, Ockham also hired Ethan as a temporary clerk in the store.

The pay of 10 bells per hour is already considered a high salary.

Occam also promised that even if Ethan goes to school in the future, he can still work part-time here and his salary will remain unchanged.

Ethan readily agreed, which couldn't be better.

Ethan's new room is not big, except for a bed and a desk, there is nothing else.

Although the room was temporarily tidied up, it gave him a small and warm feeling.

After thanking everyone, Ethan finally felt a little relaxed.

Abandoning distracting thoughts, he assumed the posture of a thinker.

Every day when his telekinesis was fully restored, he practiced the physical training technique on the box.

When he was practicing this body-building technique, it was as if someone was carving his body with a chisel.

Although the pain was excruciating, he knew that this was a physical training process, so he kept gritting his teeth and persisted.

Every practice will not stop until all the thoughts in the body are exhausted.

Because a lame craftsman would appear when practicing this secret art, so Ethan called this body-building art the lame craftsman's body-building art.

After just seven days of practice, Ethan clearly felt an improvement in his physical fitness.

"Huh, sixteen times?"

Today, Ethan's whole body's thoughts only supported the lame craftsman's body-building technique for sixteen times.

A little more than yesterday.

Every time my mental power is exhausted, I feel like I have gained more mental power when I practice again for the second time.

It is very likely that this lame craftsman's physical training technique can increase the upper limit of the practitioner's telekinesis.

Ethan stood in front of the mirror and looked at his exercise results.

In the mirror, every muscle is sharp and angular.

Like a sculpture carved directly by a chisel.

As the lines become clearer, the power becomes constant.

Moreover, the explosive power and durability have also become much stronger.

But this body-building technique has a huge shortcoming...

Ethan looked at his two arms. His right arm was thicker than his left arm.

There is no other reason for such consequences.

His thoughts and calculations could only support the lame craftsman to chisel out a dozen times in a row.

And the order is different every time.

Ethan generally found the pattern, and he regarded himself as a stubborn rock.

The craftsman engraver first knocks out the general outline, and then carefully carves a certain detail.

Recently, it seems that the general outline has been outlined, and the craftsman is now focusing on his right arm.

That's why the muscles on the right arm are so thick and thick.

Fortunately, it shouldn't be visible if you put on clothes.

It’s better not to be misunderstood, otherwise it will be really hard to explain.

After doing all this, he would simply rinse in the bathroom at the end of the corridor.

Then go back to your small room and quietly enjoy the moment of reading.

In the small room, there is a gas lamp.

The light is steady and bright, thanks to Pang Ao’s generosity.

Ethan took out a somewhat worn notebook and held it up to the light.

This notebook was discovered by Ethan on the big ship where he was undergoing the baptism of 'Condemnation and Punishment'.

Only later did he discover that it was actually a logbook.

Because he was curious about why the big ship appeared on the top of the mountain, he decided to study the log carefully.

The log was written in Dudin language, a relic language.

Fortunately, Ethan found a translation dictionary in Professor Taylor's bookshelf.

So he translated and compared at the same time, and the reading speed was not very fast.

"March 12, the eighth year of Hill III.

At a large party, I finally met Hawke, the master craftsman of the dwarves, under the introduction of William.

Master Hawke is indeed a shipbuilding expert, and his unique insights are admirable.

At the end of the dinner, I took the opportunity to invite Master Hawke to visit my castle, but Master Hawke said that he was busy recently. It was not until I promised to give him the rum that I had treasured for twenty years that Master Hawke agreed. Haha, dwarves are really addicted to alcohol."

"March 15, the eighth year of Hill III.

Master Hawke's sudden visit made me overjoyed.

A sumptuous dinner was prepared in the castle, and Master Hawke praised it highly.

But he hinted more than once during the dinner that I promised to give him the 20-year-old rum.

I pretended not to see it, which made him very angry. However, due to his face, he did not turn hostile in public.

Actually, I did it on purpose. My purpose was very simple, that is, to keep him in my castle for a few more days.

Until one of the meal breaks, Master Hawke finally couldn't help it. He followed me to the bathroom and said it directly. I had to tell him that there were too many wines in the wine cellar and I couldn't find the bottle of 20-year-old rum.

Sure enough, Master Hawke's eyes lit up when he heard about the wine cellar. He proposed to visit the Linton family's wine collection with me tomorrow. Of course, I agreed immediately.

Old drunkard, I'm not afraid that you won't take the bait!

While he was peeing, I took a peek~

It turns out that the various parts of the body are not proportional..."

PS: Thanks to the iron-core boss Qi'an Qi'an for the reward and monthly ticket, add a bag of pickled mustard in the cauliflower bowl.

PS: Recommendation ticket so you don't get lost.