The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"Tsk tusk" the old goblin exclaimed: "Here. This. This is really amazing!"

"What's the matter?" I wondered: "What's the wonder, what do you mean?"

He raised his head and pointed to a graffiti on his arm, his tone of excitement unabated: "This, this is the pattern, and this, have you seen it?"

I nodded. After all, it is my arm. The pattern on it has been seen thousands of times. Even if I don’t know what it means, I’m already familiar with it: “What then? What do you want to express?”

"Do you know what they mean?" The old goblin's eyes rounded with excitement, but no matter how he opened his eyes, his eyes were still not much bigger than soybean grains.

"Huh? What does that mean?"

"I am asking you."

"You ask me.?" I pointed at myself tentatively, and when the old guy nodded, I was instantly discouraged: "I don't know!"

"You don't even know your arm?" The old goblin looked at me incredulously.

"Damn, what theory is this?" I was upset: "Do I have to know what my arm means?"

"Well, let me ask you, what is your name?"

The old goblin didn't know what I meant, so he glanced at me inexplicably, "Dewey."

"Very well, tell me, what does your name ‘Dewey’ mean?" I retorted.

In my impression, many people on the earth do not know the meaning of their names, and I guess the same is true of Hefeng continent.

"Dewey means'manufacturer' in the dialect of the goblin" Dewey said seriously.

"Why don't you play the cards according to the routine!"

I scratched my ears by my hair and almost collapsed.

"Okay Dewey, just say whatever you like." I renounced myself: "Anyway, I just don't know what the pattern of the arm means, what can you do to me, you hit me, you hit me! Oops, fucking, you really fight! Old smelly man! It's over, my head hurts and I can't get up!"

Covering my head, I lay on the table and touched porcelain: "Tell you, there is no gold coin of 800,000 yuan, you don't want me to get up!"

Before he finished speaking, the old man Dewey suddenly leaned down and bumped his head on the table.

Let me go and play this hand!

I was so scared that a Ji Ling got up with an innocent look and a smirk: "Master, I was joking just now, don't care about me, get up quickly... I rely on it, touch porcelain, you are getting up!"

Dewey then raised his head leisurely and cleared his throat: "What's the matter, kid? Oh, it's okay, it's okay, I'm used to bumping my head when thinking about problems."

"It's strange to believe you!" I cursed silently in my heart, but there was an expression of sudden realization on my face: "Hey, what you said is what you said."

Seeing that the old goblin looked slightly good, I hurriedly asked: "Smelly. Cough, old man, don’t look at this graffiti on my arm, but I really don’t know anything. Seeing you were very surprised just now, you seem to know this pattern. The history, you tell me about it, and it also gives me a long experience, don’t you think?"

Seeing my attitude turn 180 degrees, Dewey shook his head that was out of proportion. He looked like an old expert and deliberately sold him: "You want to know?"

"Yes, of course I do!" It's a matter of life, and I am naturally very urgent.

"Actually. I don't know." Dewey's face was unpredictable, but what he said was extremely awkward, and I almost couldn't help it.

"Smelly. Old man" I forced the fire down and said, "Are you kidding me?"

"I didn't tease you, I really don't know the meaning of the pattern on your left arm" Dewey looked frank.

My fist has been raised, no matter whether I touch the porcelain or not, I will punch it first.

Before his fist was raised, Dewey spoke again: "But, I know the meaning of the two symbols I just pointed to."

The anger squeezed back again, and I smiled slyly: "Then bother the old man."

Cough, Dewey cleared his throat twice and glanced at me.

I immediately understood, looked around, found the water glass, and filled it with him.

Hmm~ Dewey took a sip of water in satisfaction: "Are these patterns on your arms born?"

"Yes."

"That's right," he said seriously: "These are not simple patterns, but words."

"Text?"

"Yes, it's the words." He seemed to fall into the memory, thinking about it, while saying to me: "When I was a child, I used to play in the family treasure house and saw similar patterns on some engineering parts. , These are the two."

As he said, he pointed to two patterns on my arm. One was a gear in general, and the other was somewhat like a wrench.

I hummed and continued to listen.

"In order to clarify their meaning, I read a lot of related knowledge, and finally. became a magic airship engineer."

With the vicissitudes of life on his face, he seems to want to express the hardships of the past.

I nodded solemnly in response, but never knew what I meant: Is this something to do with me?

"After years of research, I have become an authority in this field." He looked proud and said: "Authority, do you understand it, it means very powerful!"

"Yeah, I understand, Master Authority, but what do you say has anything to do with the pattern on my arm?"

"Of course, if I were not an authority, would you believe what I said next?"

I already have the urge to beat him to death.

"Through my identity, I read a lot of books and documents, and finally researched the meaning of these two words."

He pointed to the gear-shaped pattern and said, "This, represents the hub."

"And this" he clicked the wrench pattern again: "Represents correction."

"That's it." I thoughtfully asked: "What do'hub' and'correction' mean?"

"What exactly these two words mean on your arm, I don't know, but they are very useful in the construction of magic airships."

Dewey moved his hands together and said vividly: "The magic spacecraft wants to fly, as long as it is equipped with a suspension device, but if you want to locate the direction, you need to use this symbol at this time."

He pointed to the wrench and continued: "As long as this pattern is carved on the spar and inlaid on the head of the magic airship, the heading of the airship can be adjusted easily."

"Also, this pattern" he pointed at the gear and chattered: "At the point where the two firmly welded steel bars are merged, draw such a pattern. After entering the magic, the two steel bars can rotate in any direction. And the connection position is as strong as when welding!"

"There's still more... Eh, why are you going, I haven't finished it yet, how did you go, come back, and one more point, I will finish immediately, eh, eh, what are you doing with my curtains? what?"

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