Alien Knights

　　 Returned to the smelting field at the foot of the monastery, drank a few sips of water and breathed smoothly. Huggins moved his tired legs and pulled out a simple hand-drawn map from his waist.

　　The location of Muxi Seaport is drawn in the middle of the map. There are dozens of black dots on the east and south, representing the villages in the coastal area, the west is the endless sea, and the north is the archipelago.

　　 The man put his finger on the harbour in the center first: "This is a deserted place. It is said to be a harbour, but there is only a sandy beach that you can't see."

　　 Move your finger all the way to the north.

Huggins tapped the islands with his fingertips: "I found the acquaintance who often goes out to sea. He told me that the pirates in the northern islands have several tribes, hundreds of smaller people, and thousands of older people. It has been in war all year round. Now the navigation route to the south is controlled by a tribe called Black Head."

Finally, he covered his palms on the east side of the land, and the man thought for a while and said: "I was in these looted villages and asked about it. The northern pirates will determine the time to go south based on the speed at which the snow melts. Experienced The rich old man speculated that this year’s attack will not wait too long, that is, within half a month."

　　 Todd nodded: "Half a month, that's the end of January and the beginning of February." After that, he waved to Harkins and motioned to the other party to come with him.

　　 The two approached the innermost warehouse of the smelter, and Todd motioned to Jerry, who was standing at the door, to open the door.

　　 What surprised Huggins was that the windows in the room were all sealed with wooden boards. Even though it was daytime, it was dark to reach out.

　　 The monk lit a torch on the wall, and the man who slowly adapted to the changing light saw the wooden crate lying flat in the corner of the wall.

　　 Hudgens looked at each other silently, knowing that he brought himself here, there must be a reasonable reason.

　　 Todd uncovered the wooden plank, smashed the pile of straw in the box, and carefully took out something from it.

　　 Hudgens narrowed his eyes, and saw the true meaning of the other party's hands through the light of the fire.

"This is…!"

　　 The man was stunned.

It looks like crystal clear crystal, but without the slightest corners and depressions. The surface is engraved with a line of small characters in the ancient Tyrolean style, "Fortune changes hands, Gods stay forever", and the colorful lights reflect the eyes of the beholder. .

"This is a treasure from the Gutello period?!" Huggins suddenly remembered something, grabbed Todd's arm, and said solemnly: "You must not take this out!" Perhaps it was because he realized his gaffe, The man added: "This will bring us disaster!"

　　 Hudgens' words sounded like they were somewhat inexplicable and inexplicable.

　　 But Todd can understand what he means.

　　 The husband is not guilty, and he is guilty of his crime.

　　 Although glassware was common, at the time, most of them were green glass with a lot of impurities and thick bottle walls (also known as German ancient glass in the past), or metal glass with high price and complicated production from the south.

　　 And like the perfect color and smooth shape of the handicraft in front of you, anyone who knows how to look at it can immediately judge the high value of it.

Todd brought the small glass jug closer to the fire, took a closer look, and replied, "This is the glass craftwork that Karin and I have just made the other day. I engraved the ancient Tairo proverb. ."

　　 Hudgens made a cold breath behind him.

　　 Under the light of the fire, the small pot looked a bit similar to the wine cup on the wine table of the previous life.

Karin is a girl after all, her lung capacity is limited. When blowing glass, she can’t shape it at will, she can only make some simple shapes. On the glass wall at the bottom of the bottle, there are some bubbles floating in it. This is because the furnace temperature is not high enough and the craftsmanship Imperfect failure performance; the connection between the handle of the small pot and the main body has a solidified body formed by waste liquid, which looks a little ugly and unsightly.

　　The baby in the eyes of Huggins, in Todd's eyes, is a faulty product. But this guy selectively forgot. The works he had made before are not even "junk".

Putting the small pot into the wooden box, Todd said: "I understand what you mean. We, without any self-protection ability, will inevitably arouse covetousness from others once we sell these things. So, I have a plan. Listen to it..."

　　 The pirates of the North, the Twilight Seaport, the apologetic exorcism group, glassware, ancient Tairo inscriptions, ecclesiastical and ascetic...

　　 The Slavic man listened to the huge "plan" in the monk's mouth, and his mouth opened wider and wider. After listening to it, the first reaction was to say, "You are crazy!"

　　 After a while, he lowered his head, thought about it again, shook his head slightly and said, "How can this kind of thing succeed?"

Walking back and forth in the room, looking at the glassware in the corner again, Huggins fell into thought again, stroked the pigtail on his chin, and said in an uncertain tone: "Perhaps...if we are lucky enough...say indefinite…"

　　 The man finally gave up thinking, shrugged, and asked to the monk: "I don't understand, why are you trying such a dangerous plan?"

　　 Hearing the other party's question, Todd's eyes were confused for a moment. The experience of the past few days slowly surfaced in his mind, making his eyes firm again.

He touched the bridge of his nose and leaned his body against the wall, recalling the past while slowly saying: "When Master Miles was there, I went to class every morning, the underground alchemy room in the afternoon, and fell asleep at night. This is the case every day. I don’t feel pressure or think too much about the future. Maybe I think it’s good for the days to pass by like that.”

The flare of the fire shone Todd's face, and the monk's tone became bleak: "After that, Master Miles left without saying goodbye. The church used me as a tool to invade the monastery, and the monks regarded me as greedy. Worldly traitor. My shelter is like this..."

He stretched out his palms, facing each other, getting closer and closer: "...squeezed, deprived. I slowly understood one thing. It turns out that I have always lived in a place of light, and my eyes are always facing the direction of the sun. When the shadow hits, my foothold is like this glass, fragile and vulnerable."

"This plan may sound like a joke. But if it succeeds, I might be able to build a shelter for us alien species; if it fails, it's just going back to the starting point. How about? Old Huggins Brother, are you willing to help me?" The monk stood up straight and stretched out his right hand towards the other party.

　　 The two in the room looked at each other, and Huggins suddenly asked a strange question: "Todd, do you believe in miracles?"

　　 The boy thought for a while and shook his head.

　　 The man stepped forward, ignoring the other's outstretched hand, hugged his shoulder directly, and said with a smile: "I believe...you in front of me is a miracle."