The Desert Lords and the system retire together

The fire elves said they wouldn’t contribute anything, either to the fairy tale or not to work.

Ranslot, in desperation, told her a story, and she happily resumed her work.

Annealing, quenching… A series of processes, the final transpiration of a layer of aluminum film.

The first mirror of Häagen-Dazs was born.

The delicate reflection of a person in the mirror is close, and even the pores of the delicate are clearly visible.

The blacksmith’s door was amazed, and someone directly knelt down: “Oh my God, Lord Lancelot is on it, this is a miracle.” ”

“Long live Lord Lancelot.”

Lancelot waved his hand to get them up.

Bonarotti was also shocked.

She was the first to enjoy such an honor.

Standing in the mirror, looking at the beautiful self, wheat-colored skin, bumpy, hot, sexy and seductive.

It was the first time she had observed herself so closely.

“It’s a surprise, Lord Lancelot, that you have created a miracle.”

Fire elves fly around, and they love it, it’s amazing!

Lancelot smiled, “It’s not a miracle, it’s just a simple chemical reaction.” ”

“Chemical reaction?”

Lancelot nodded, “Just like we mix dyes, when the additives are fused together, all kinds of beautiful colors appear and are fixed to paper and cloth, which is the chemical reaction, and so do glass and mirrors.” ”

“That’s the way it is, it’s an eye-opener.”

She hesitated, her eyes a little obsessed: “Lancelot, can I, can I understand and learn what chemistry you are talking about?” ”

She didn’t bring the grown-ups, but Lancelot.

Lancelot had a large nerve and seemed to have a long arc of reflexes in this regard: “Of course, I can prepare some books on chemistry for you.” ”

Bonarotti’s eyes lit up: “Then I will visit your room often.” ”

“Okay, I’ll let you know when I’m ready, you’ll love it.”

“Hahahahaha.”

Bonarotti smiled heartily again, “I already like it.” ”

Lancelot was so happy, it would be good, if the talented female artist had learned chemistry.

Emerald’s future technology depends on her.

Lancelot didn’t think much of it at all, and women’s likes were various, not necessarily the chemistry of Rausch.

There are many wonderful uses of glass and mirrors, building houses, building greenhouses, using them as utensils, for life, alchemical chemistry, experimental science.

Even in the medical field.

“Can you give me this mirror?”

Lancelot nodded, “Of course, but until then, Bonarotti, use your golden rod.” ”

Lancelot pointed to the drawings.

Bonarotti smiled slightly, waving a little gold rod, and suddenly a batch of exquisite frames appeared.

“Cut into a shape that can sneak into the framed frame and mount it with a sandwich of the frame.”

Bonarotti complied.

A wooden frame carved with patterns gave birth to a mirror that could fully reveal the human form.

“It’s beautiful.”

“This mirror, it’s yours.”

“I’ll treasure it for the rest of my life.”

The fire elf flew happily, “I want a side too.” ”

“Okay, okay, you have too.”

Lancelot, with the help of the Fire Elves, made the first glass of Emerald and arranged neatly in the blacksmith shop.

And the mirror, the mind of the little woman of Bonarotti, this has nothing to do with age.

In addition to his own frame is very special, the others are relatively simple patterns.

“These glasses can be placed on the windows, Lord Lancelot, can effectively block the invasion of wind and sand, and the warmth should not be bad.”

“Yes, Bonarotti, you are so clever, to tell the same thing, glass can not only be used as a window, he can also make greenhouses, buckle greenhouses, burn all kinds of utensils.”

“It’s so wonderful, please leave it to me, I’ll be sure to make you satisfied.”

Lancelot gave a thumbs up: “Of course, you are an artist, and you have always been skillful. ”

Bonarotti’s chest heaved obviously: “Lancelot, you can call me Mikai, or Rorty, I don’t mind you calling my name, Beunita is not called Xiaobei, Xiaomi can also Oh?” ”

Lancelot is indeed not a very Westerner name: “Xiaomi … How about Xiao Ti? ”

“That’s a little dick.”

Bonarotti smiled less heartily this time, a little twisted, but she was happy, unfortunately.

Lancelot’s mind was full of glass, all the future of Emerald, twisting or something, and didn’t see it at all.

“Lord Lancelot, what do you want these hollow woods for?”

Lancelot asked her to make a lot of gold rods, and with a wave of the gold sticks, a thick piece of wood turned into a pile of hollow wood.

And each hollow wood has two grooves on it.

There were also some strange frames, with handles, and a large circle.

“Before I go to the Golden Sands Empire, I want you to have more security, if you can see the enemy in the distance, we can plan ahead and anticipate the enemy’s opportunity.”

“Could it be another great invention?”

Lancelot smiled slightly and sold it first.

Xiao Zhurong was still burning the glass, and Lancelot stopped her, and he compared and explained.

The Fire Elf’s comprehension is superb: “Okay, I know Ra, two stories!” ”

The fire elf held out two fingers.

Lancelot looked helpless: “Xiao Zhurong, I will not talk about conditions in the future, I have time, write you a lot of stories, and then take the book, can I see it myself?” ”

“Many?”

Lancelot nodded, “Every once in a while I’ll write a book, and you’ll have countless stories to read later.” ”

The fire elf’s surprised little wings kept flapping, “Ha, count you know, Lancelot, you human being is still quite good.” ”

Everyone can’t help but wonder, this may be arrogance.

The fire elf’s small hand flicked, and a large number of bumpy lenses were cut by her pure magic.

Lancelot couldn’t resist the new wave of Pembay, the evolution of hundreds of years and thousands of years, in this world full of magic.

If you want to do it, it’s really fast.

He picked and chosen, took a few bumpy lenses, and put them into those circles.

Then he took the handle and kept looking at it on the ground.

Success, the magnifying glass, the purest glass, by magic, the chemical reaction born out of the machine.

Same perfection.

Man is not saying that the ultimate thing of science is metaphysics, magic, or mythology.

Lancelot now believed this.

He simply sat directly on the ground, happily like a child, fiddling with those lenses.

No one noticed that Beyonta had been standing not far away, recording Lancelot’s every move.

What she wrote in her hand is a living note of an ancient emperor.

During this time, she inquired about the warriors who had initially followed Lancelot.

His every move, everything he did, was recorded.

She felt proud of Lancelot.

“It’s done.”

After Lancelot tried many times, he stood up excitedly.

Bonarotti looked at her with a smile: “Can I try?” ”

Lancelot nodded excitedly, “Of course. ”