book of old days

Chapter 208 Four Chairs
Sean chanted the spell again, "Ordinary thing from the world of Atlanta..."

The same summoning process, one summons a chair.

What appeared this time was a chair with a rather eerie shape, made of black wood, boxy, with sharp edges and corners, it looked very old, and it was stained with some dark brown bloodstains.

There is also a metal collar on the back of the chair, and two handcuffs fixed on the armrests on both sides.

It seemed to be the kind of chair used for execution.

Sean decided to use this thing to refine it, and he didn't even bother to try it. He saw that this thing was a dangerous thing, so it's better not to risk the dwarf goblin. die.

Sean decisively picked up the ax and chopped it into pieces.

Huh, sure enough, the spell design this time is right. Although the summoned ones are all rubbish, at least they can be smelted, and basically there is no danger.

One last time, it should be enough.

Sean said the spell again.

The continuous summoning made him so familiar that even his voice became routine.

"An ordinary thing from the world of Atlanta."

"Ordinary objects, wooden utensils, four-legged furniture, daily objects for sitting and resting."

"Use Graham's magic circle to open the door to another world."

"In my name, Sean Forrest."

"I summon you to come into this world."

Another burst of white light flashed, this time what appeared in front of my eyes was already a chair, slightly different from the previous three in that this one looked ordinary.

It was the most common wooden chair for office use, without any patterns or carvings. It seemed to be made of pine wood with a log-colored texture. Sean had a similar chair in his office at Swordsburg University.

The special effects this time will probably be the most common, Sean thought in his heart, "Whose turn is it this time?"

The dwarves all looked towards NO.13.

No. 11, No. 12, No. 13, these three dwarves were summoned together, and it happened to be a mine trip today, which is fair.

NO.13 had just witnessed the tragic death of NO.12, and when he heard that he was asked to sit, he immediately looked hopeless. The dwarf's nature of diving, but he still walked over helplessly, and sat down on his buttocks.

NO.13 looked at Sean a little restlessly, and twisted his butt cautiously, as if he was ready to jump up at any time, but nothing happened. It seemed that it was really just an ordinary chair.

"How do you feel?" Sean asked.

NO.13 The innocent expression on his face (I don’t feel it, it seems like an ordinary chair, can I stand up?)

"No, wait a little longer." Sean said, it stands to reason that the things summoned from the Chaos Sea must have some magical effects, no matter whether it is good or bad.

He waited patiently for a few minutes, but NO.13 still didn't change, and even whistled boredly.

Xiao En thought in his heart that it needs a special way to trigger it?Like standing on it, or falling off a chair or something...

"Come down, I'll take a look." Sean let NO.13 get off and sat on it himself.

It really doesn't feel like this chair really seems to be just an ordinary chair.

Forget it, anyway, today's purpose is to get some refining materials, no matter what functions it has, just take it together and refine it, even if it has special functions, it probably won't be too powerful.

He stood up, ready to start, but the moment he stood up, Sean vaguely felt something tugging at him.

He turned around and took a look, there was nothing, the chair was still the same chair.

Illusion, or—

After contemplating for a moment, Sean picked up the ax and rattled, and in the blink of an eye, the chair also became a pile of pieces.

Regardless of whether you have any special effects, anyway, it is not a loss to cut the magic water.

The four chairs were all turned into pieces, and were carried into the smelting room by the dwarves in wooden baskets.

Sean didn't hesitate, and started refining directly. His thinking was indeed right. Wooden things are very easy to refine. Once the fire started, they quickly burned in the furnace, and the smelting was extremely thorough.

This time, there were a lot of fragments of magical objects, and a full 900ml of magic liquid was refined, which was enough for Sean to use for a long time.

It was already eleven o'clock when he finished refining the magic water. Sean was a little tired after a day of tossing around. After putting away the magic liquid in a bottle, Sean lay down and fell asleep.

Sean didn't sleep well that night.

He had several dreams, dreaming about the time when he had not entered the University of Sword Castle to teach, and lived by writing to earn money.

I dreamed of the days when I was a professor at Jianbao University.

Dreamed about the experience of getting the Book of the Old.

Dreaming of an adventure to Nord...

He also dreamed about the expressionless face of the Oroin Ball, and finally he dreamed that the Oroin Ball used the devouring touch on him, and his body stuck to the Oroin Ball, turning into scarlet The juice was absorbed and swallowed, just like the unlucky NO.12.

His body was weak and he couldn't move at all, he could only look at the face on Oroin's ball, but that face turned into his own face, looking at him expressionlessly.

Shawn suddenly woke up from the nightmare.

Covered in cold sweat, he was lying weakly on the bed, feeling that he was not well. Sure enough, living in a castle with a mage ball was not a good choice, even if the other party did nothing, it would still scare him half to death.

He lay down for a while, but unexpectedly found that the feeling of weakness had not disappeared.

Is it a cold?It's not possible, I'm the god of the sun—although it's only in the testing stage, it's too embarrassing to have a cold.

He struggled to get off the bed, and when he walked into the banquet hall, he immediately smelled a strange fragrance, which refreshed him for a while, and then he was a little strange, when did the dwarves have such good craftsmanship?
As soon as he had this thought, he saw a man walking in from outside the living room with a frying pan: "You finally got up, how did you sleep last night, did you have any nightmares? That ball of Oroin is so weird, I always feel like it will crawl into my bed in the middle of the night and eat me up."

That person had an unusually familiar and friendly face, as if he had seen it somewhere before, but couldn't remember it for a while.

Sean opened his mouth and blurted out the man's name, "John Smith? Why... are you here."

"Haha, you can't be sleepy, what's coming and going, I've been with you all the time."

Xiao En was stunned for a moment, and rubbed his head, as if this was indeed the case.

He tried to recall that when he first came to this world, he was alone, only a friend like John Smith depended on him, and the two of them wrote down the books in memory together, earning their first pot of gold.

They were also employed as professors at the University of Swordsburg.

Later, he got the Book of the Old, and they took another adventure together. By the way, this guy also helped him kill that bastard Alhaz.

Thanks to him in Nord, I was able to return from the cold ice field. John Smith, this crazy guy, is always the bravest one in battle, and he can always think of a good way when he needs to make a plan.

Thinking of the experiences of going through life and death together in the past, Xiao En felt a burst of warmth in his heart. No matter where or when he went, having such a good brother by his side always made people feel at ease.

"Hehe, I'm a little sleepy." He smiled awkwardly, tasted the fried egg, and it tasted really good.

Sean remembers that when he used to make omelettes, he always couldn’t make them well. The only time he drank too much alcohol was that the omelettes he made were exceptionally delicious. Unfortunately, he was confused at the time, and he wanted to make it again after he sobered up. I can't do it anymore, and I will eat John's fried eggs like that day.

"Let's try this honey biscuit again. Speaking of which, this honey biscuit from Medorian is really top-notch. It is indeed a secret recipe from the wise man of the oak tree."

Sean nodded and began to eat with big mouthfuls.

It's really delicious. Since he got this recipe, he has only made it twice. The main reason is that he is busy summoning every day, so he doesn't have much time to enjoy the food. John knows the joys of life, so he cooks some food for tooth festivals when he has nothing to do.

Sean ate and ate, but he faintly felt that something was wrong, and he always felt as if he had overlooked something.

"By the way, where are the dwarves? Why don't they come up to eat?"

"I let them eat downstairs. I think the banquet hall should have certain admission qualifications. Maybe when they perform well in the future, we can call one to come up and dine with us as an honorary reward——

Although we use dwarves as cannon fodder, I think even if they are cannon fodder, they should be taken seriously. The reward and punishment system must be done well, so as to ensure their loyalty and enthusiasm.

It is not a good rule to manage employees to treat everyone equally. "

Xiao En thought it was true. He actually had similar thoughts, but he thought it was too troublesome. The dwarves were too lazy to make a fuss.

(No, it's not a gnome, it's something else) Sean put down the honey biscuit in his hand, and frowned. He always felt that there was something that was right in front of him but he couldn't see it at all. The so-called black under the lamp ...

John Smith seemed to feel his emotions, "What's the matter Sean, you don't look well."

"It's nothing, maybe I drank too much magic water while learning magic yesterday?" Sean said, and suddenly felt that maybe John could give some constructive advice. The two of them stayed together all day long. Maybe he can remember the things that have happened.

"Have you ever encountered such a thing, you feel that there is something very important to do in your heart, but you can't remember what it is? You feel that there is something strange in your life, but you can't find it What is that strangeness?"

John Smith nodded thoughtfully, "I have never encountered such a thing, no matter what it is, as long as I know it, I can always think of it.

But you said it was strange, this reminded me, could it be related to the summoning ceremony we performed yesterday?We summoned four chairs yesterday. Could it be that one of the chairs has some special magical effect that we cannot detect. "

Sean suddenly realized, "As expected of you, John, you thought of the key point so quickly."

(End of this chapter)