Witch containment diary

Quantum Bodhisattva took a fancy to the witch transformation technology developed by Priscilla, which Zhang Su felt was of great significance.

This was their first contact with the witch spirit world and the forces of the Nine-Seat Council.

Priscilla had a bright future, Zhang Su knew it very well. She came to An'an Hospital just to try her luck, hoping to find publication materials. She can travel to other war zones at any time to find another opportunity.

In other words, she was by no means a desperate woman. But now she seemed completely lost and confused by the news.

"Since Quantum Bodhisattva wants to know information, how can I go against Quantum Bodhisattva's will." Priscilla's face was pale, as if she wanted to hit her head against the wall and give up thinking with her brain.

"What did Quantum Bodhisattva say?" Zhang Su asked.

"She thought highly of me and said that this is the witch's completion technology, which is likely to open the key to the next stage for our entire race. From then on, we can rebuild the body like a patch, and the soul is immortal, just like eternal life. I am now connected with Shihua There is no cure, but once the detailed technical information is given to Quantum Bodhisattva, she can create a hundred times more miracles, and I will rise higher because of this," Priscilla said.

"What's wrong? Mutual benefit." Zhang Su said.

"...We casting witches often dream of the brass workshop, which is where the Quantum Bodhisattva originally stored his creations and blueprints. Every moment, thousands of arms are raised high, and then they are smashed down hard. The human power is better than a steam hammer. , metal is polished into weapons, increasing the chance of victory for the spiritual frontiers. They are all integrated with the 'casting' path, and they have no other thought in this life except forging, casting and grinding. Whenever I look at this scene from a distance, I feel... Noble, but when she invited me personally, I felt hesitant." Priscilla smiled bitterly.

"You are still young, there is really no need to give up thinking." Zhang Su said.

"More importantly, this technology was inspired by you. It was you who prompted me to think about it. This key to inspiration is so precious. It makes 99% of the hard work come true, so that it will not be in vain. So I don't Dare to decide its future alone, I always want to ask for your opinion." Priscilla sighed and put her left hand on her right elbow.

"It doesn't matter, I'm just providing ideas. It was your idea to select "biogenic polymers" and weave bionic magic circuits on this material. This is the research result of you and your team. Its value is high enough to attract the attention of Quantum Bodhisattva, which further proves that this invention is unique. "Zhang Su said.

"Thank you." Priscilla was relieved, and it felt good to be recognized.

"The problem is, if you intend to fully surrender to Quantum Bodhisattva from the beginning, then no matter how much you talk, it will be in vain. If you are determined to keep the results, say it now." Zhang Su said.

Priscilla closed her eyes. In her mind, she thought of the bustling vision of the brass workshop, and of the mysterious email that Quantum Bodhisattva delivered to her in the void on the Internet. She has overwhelming power, is the source of all wisdom and design, and is the ninth seat of the Witch Council.

"I won't give it away, this is my thing." Priscilla said, "I developed it, my result."

"Change your clothes and let's go meet Quantum Bodhisattva." Zhang Su turned and left.

Priscilla looked at Zhang Su's back and nodded helplessly. She really wished she had that kind of momentum. Even if your strength is far inferior to that of others, you must still have dignity.

Make an appointment with "Fazora", the protector of Quantum Bodhisattva, at Yukawa Cafe in Niigata City. At first, during the Fujikawa-gumi battle, Zhang Su defeated a group of Fazheluo. These mechanical monk soldiers traveled around the world to collect knowledge for the Quantum Bodhisattva.

Zhang Su stood at the door, looking up at the sign, with his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker.

The small cafe has a charming appearance. The door is made of a lovely log frame and is partly painted green, which reminds Zhang Su of ancient moss-covered trees. The large glass window allowed him to directly see the comfortable and open dining space inside, as well as the broad figure of Fazhe Luo, who must have been waiting for a long time.

"I'm sorry." Priscilla got out of the taxi. She changed into a black long-sleeved coat and a red bow tie. She pulled her hair up into a high bun and put on a pair of rimless glasses. Make yourself appear calm.

"Let's go in." Zhang Su held the antique-like bronze handle and pushed the door open. When the door moved, the wind chime on the top jingled. The clerk looked up and looked at him in awe. There was already one weird-looking customer in the store, and now there was another one.

The afternoon sun shines in from the west and shines on the maple floor, and the smell of freshly brewed coffee fills the air. The shelves behind the counter are stocked with coffee bags, glass bottles and Dharma ornaments from various origins.

The commercial coffee machine hummed rhythmically, and the female barista carefully prepared milk latte art for the coffee. Zhang Su's eyes moved to Fazheluo, who raised a hand.

"Here." It said easily.

Fazheluo, a humanoid mechanical monk, has a broad frame but is not bulky. His surface is made of smooth silver metal, his face is thin, his features are distinct, his nose is protruding, and his eyes are bright. He can imitate human expressions vividly. There is no hair on the head, like a silver egg, but there is a thin metal halo floating behind it, projecting a soft yellow light.

Zhang Su didn't like the clothes on this mechanical body. It was a saffron-colored sleeveless robe, loose and loose, with a white belt tied around the waist. You could easily see the joints of the hands and feet, like a beautifully articulated metal statue.

He sat opposite Fazheluo and had no habit of taking orders for others. Priscilla ordered three lattes, and in her embarrassment, she didn't ask Vazello if he could drink coffee.

"First time we meet, I am Fazheluo, serving the supreme wisdom, wisdom, wisdom, wisdom and compassion Primaris Quantum Bodhisattva." Fazheluo nodded to Zhang Su and Priscilla, "I'm glad that you two are willing to visit."

"We received news from Quantum Bodhisattva." Zhang Su said.

"The Bodhisattva Quantum has sent down an oracle. It is known that you witches have glimpsed the secret and have a good opportunity to realize it. Now, I have given you the special honor. If you present the secret book to the Bodhisattva Quantum, you will be graced by heaven and ascend to the upper world, and you will be in harmony with the Tao." Zheluo said.

His speaking voice was cadenced, and his accent changed frequently. Sometimes he sounded like an octogenarian, and sometimes he sounded like a young boy.

"Being harmonious means losing oneself." Zhang Su said, and then stopped interfering with Priscilla's thinking.

"What does Quantum Bodhisattva's brass workshop look like?" Priscilla asked.

"One knowledge for another. Quantum Bodhisattva explores form and wisdom, constantly understands the essence of all things and reconstructs and transforms them. Knowledge is our currency." Vazheluo said.

"I learned about the demon army commander Nazmi when I was with the army." Priscilla looked at Zhang Su, hoping that he would allow her to hand over the information.

"Nazmi, the leader of the demon army, is a formidable opponent, and we welcome all the secrets related to him. Please tell us." Fazheluo leaned forward and stared at the two of them with eyes hungry for knowledge.

"This information is too precious to be borrowed from others." Zhang Su folded his hands in front of him and looked at Fazheluo. He had visited that muddy, corrupt and extravagant spiritual world in his previous life, so he knew nothing about it. "I want to enter The brass workshop must choose a burning path, and the strong wind blowing from the furnace will almost steam people dry. In the workshop, countless talented coppers light the hot furnace, polish bronze into mirrors, make marble into statues, and combine alloys with each other. Reforged into a greatsword or warhammer..."

Fazheluo and Priscilla both looked surprised. They didn't expect Zhang Su to know so much.

So Zhang Su continued:

"...There are also countless glass-blowing experts who use their bodies as bellows to shape colorful chandeliers. Skilled craftsmen create reliefs on large urns to record banquets and wars. There are countless forged stones on the rough-hewn anvils. The scars, the molten metal flowing like liquid sunlight, the hammering of the coppers like the heartbeat of the workshop. That's where you were produced, Vazela."

Fazheluo became a little restless while listening to Zhang Su's description of the brass workshop.

"Are all the members of the Brass Workshop 'Bronze Men'?" Although Priscilla had already expected it, she still felt a little weird and scary when Zhang Su said this.

"The newcomer's face is stiff, the one who has been working for a long time is completely disfigured, and there is also a tool man who has completely lost his human form and is like a mechanical gear." Zhang Su said this.

"If what you mean by handing over your skills, then joining the spirit world and 'integrating' means turning into a bronze man, then I would rather keep it myself." Priscilla said.

The clerk brought the coffee, Fazheluo didn't move, Zhang Su picked up the coffee and took a sip. The taste was quite mellow, the aroma was charming, and the refreshing effect was unparalleled. He now felt more capable to deal with Fazheluo.

"But this is your destiny, Witch of the Forge, and you come together like threads in a grand tapestry, weaving your talents and passions into creation. Even if you don't have the chance now, your destiny will eventually lead you to Brass workshop, just like all mortals are mortal." Vazheluo looked at Priscilla's hands.

Zhang Su noticed that although her skin was not as badly burned as Dongmei's, Priscilla's hands were also covered with casting scars.

Priscilla picked up the coffee cup with her hand and drank a third of it. The white branch-shaped milk flowers on the surface of the coffee were pulled by the sip, and the shape became blurred.

"Anyway, I think the current situation is very good and I don't want to risk going to the spirit world." Priscilla said.

"There is no danger in the brass workshop, it's just casting day and night." Vazheluo said.

Priscilla wavered.

"Can you... immerse yourself in casting without any distractions? It seems to be a good feeling. There is no real pressure, as long as you are intoxicated in the polishing process." Priscilla said to herself.

"That is the ultimate realm exclusive to the casting witch, and it is one with the way of casting. The young monk does not need to remind you again, this is the end of the dream for the casting witch, and the care of Quantum Bodhisattva will always be with you." Fazheluo explain.

"...but it has no purpose at all." Zhang Su said.

"Purpose?" Priscilla's fantasy was broken again.

"There is no incoming material in the brass workshop. In the lifeless spiritual world, the coppers just keep making it, and then quickly put the finished product into the furnace to melt again, then reprocess it into shape, and then melt it again. The Military Forces of Heaven The necessary weapons have already been prepared, and no one will appreciate the handicrafts created." Zhang Su said coldly.

"We can't cast for the sake of casting." Priscilla felt a headache.

"It seems that's it for today. We will contact you again." Fazheluo was about to get up and leave.

"Wait a minute." Zhang Su said, "I still have a deal that has not yet been completed, which is the information about the demon Nazmi."

"What do you want to trade?" Fazheluo stopped.

"Clues to the Stardust Bricks." Zhang Su said, "I need Stardust Bricks, a lot of them."