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Chapter 34 I got started, I finished it, what can I say?
Beavery was woken up by the noise around him.

For a moment, he thought he was at a banquet celebrating Garen's death.

However, the cold floor tiles and the dining table in front of him quickly let him figure out where he was.

This was at his house, and he had just fallen asleep on the floor tiles after getting drunk.

"Hercules, Hank, why are you here..." Seeing that Hercules and Hank were huddling together at the table with their backs turned to him, Beaver stood up reluctantly and walked over unsteadily. Pick two people's shoulders.

"It's just right, Hercules, I have carefully read about the ice crystal projectile." Beverly patted Hercules on the shoulder, and continued, "There are not enough materials, and I am not good at craftsmanship, so I am afraid I cannot accept this commission ...Trust?"

Before the words were finished, Beffley's sight passed over the shadow of the two figures and landed on the table in front of him.

Then, he no longer cared about why the workbench appeared here, because on the workbench, there were already five pointed projectiles standing quietly.

And the one on the far left is even more translucent with a faint blood-red color. Just by looking at it, one can feel its frightening power.

"Hey, Hercules, Hank, what's going on!" Even Beavery had already woken up after drinking two barrels of ale.

He has carefully calculated that for such a projectile, at his level, he can concentrate at most in a day to make a qualified one.

And now, there are five pieces on the workbench in front of you!

One of them is obviously different...

How does this make him feel? !

"Ask Sean, we don't know what's going on." Hercule's voice sounded like he was sleepwalking, "I always felt like I was dreaming just now, and I saw something incredible..."

Well, this guy is hopeless.

Beverly shook his head secretly, and patted Hank on the shoulder again.

"Hank, what's going on!"

"Miracle, miracle... Cedar Town is saved..." Hank also muttered to himself like crazy, completely unrecovered.

"Hey, you two be serious!"

Just as Beverly was about to kick the two of them, he heard footsteps coming.

He subconsciously turned his head to look, and his eyes collided with Xia En who walked in the door.

After staring for a while, his beard trembled slightly, "Xia En, what's going on?"

"Oh, are these ice crystal pellets? I made them." Sean replied normally, "I was a little dizzy just now, so I went to the bathroom to wash my face."

"How do you..."

"Wait a minute, Uncle Beverly, I have one last thing to do." Shane stopped Beverly immediately.

Under the gaze of Beavery, Sean picked up a small mithril-shaped oval ball, opened its shell, and stuffed a lot of things inside.

Beaver could see clearly that there was a large amount of black powder, ice shards, and fine steel shards. All in all, it looked like a hodgepodge.

After doing this, Xia En completely sealed the shell of the ball, took a handle from the side, and put it on the ball.

Seeing that everything was done, he finally laughed.

"Shawn?" Beaver called out cautiously.

Too many strange things happened today, and he could no longer understand them.

"This is an idea I just came up with, let's call it an ice edge grenade." Sean turned around and smiled happily, "Uncle Beefley, imagine that after you throw this thing out, it will be killed by gunpowder." It exploded, and then flew in all directions with fragments of mithril, ice edges, and fine steel..."

Beaver subconsciously imagined the picture in his mind, and then couldn't help shivering, "Xia En, how powerful is this thing...how big is it?"

"Conservatively, if you get closer, you can seriously injure the ability user of Sequence Nine. For Sequence Eight... I don't know for now, I have to try it to know." Xia En threw a grenade in his hand.

Beaver's scalp tingled for a moment, "You don't want to die, Sean, I'm not afraid that it will explode directly!"

"No, this thing needs my psychic power to activate." Shane shook his head, "The mithril in the shell can not only isolate the unstable factors from the outside world, but also increase its vitality when it really explodes." Lethality."

Anyway, no matter what, this thing is definitely a big killer for low-sequence ability users.

For example, if Meric was bombed unexpectedly, he would lose half of his fighting power immediately.

"Hmm..." Beflay was silent for a while, and then he noticed something, "Wait a minute, Sean, how many ice edges did you use to make these things?"

"Just one, what's the matter?"

"Stinky boy, you are really mad at people." Beverly hammered his chest hard, "Do you know, I calculated at the time that one ice edge can make up to three projectiles. If you are unlucky, If you lose a lot, you can only make two of them!"

"Where did you dig out the material, can you make five pieces directly?!"

"Uh..." Xia En touched his head embarrassingly, "I didn't pick the materials, that's what I did..."

This is true, because the gunner's "Light Gun Casting" is a passive skill and something close to instinct. Even if Xia En wanted to sum it up in words, he couldn't sum it up.

Anyway, it's a very standard "I got started, it's done, what can I say".

The unreasonable kind.

"..." Beverly fell silent.

"Go to Mr. Monroe directly, he should be satisfied with these finished products." After an unknown amount of time, Hercule's voice finally sounded.

He walked slowly to the workbench, and looked at Xia En with some sad eyes, "Xia En, before doing this next time, can you give us a little buffer time?"

"I... try my best?" Xia En smiled awkwardly when Hercules looked at him uncomfortable.

"Forget it, it's useless to say it. People like you can always make something earth-shattering when they encounter things."

Hercule sighed, "Besides, the association will pay you the bounty in full. If you need help with anything, you can come to me directly if you need any supplies."

"Herculi?" Hank looked at the head of the association with some suspicion.

This guy is cautious by nature and never makes a move easily.

It was the first time since Hercules came to Cedar Town to directly give an almost unlimited promise like this.

The room was quiet for a while, but it didn't last long before there was a knock on the door, "Excuse me, is Mr. Beaver, the craftsman, at home? I'm Monroe, and I take the liberty to come to visit."

"Let me go and open the door." Noticing that the eyes of the three uncles beside him were looking at him with more and more strange heat, Xia En hurriedly made an excuse to leave the room.

(End of this chapter)