The package was filled with ores, metal ingots, bottles and jars of various strange shapes.

There were even a few pieces of armor that looked like half-finished products, making dull clash sounds as he moved.

His dark face was covered with dust and cobwebs, and his thick beard was tangled.

But those little eyes were surprisingly bright, filled with the excitement of "I finally moved all my belongings out."

"Hey! Captain! Sorry for the long wait! Look at my treasures! These are all..."

Enzo excitedly unloaded the package on the ground with a thud and was about to show it off like a treasure.

His eyes suddenly swept across the white holy book in Mark's hand, and then fell on the magic crystal in Anna's hand, which had lost its brilliant galaxy and only had a khaki halo.

His excited expression froze in an instant.

“Uh… huh???”

Enzo's small eyes looked back and forth in disbelief several times between the holy book that was obviously integrated with star magic and the shrunken magic crystal, his mouth opened so wide that he could fit his own adamantine hammer in.

He pointed at the dimmed magic crystal core in Anna's hand, which only had a yellow halo left. He then pointed at the heavy holy book in Mark's hand. He opened and closed his mouth several times before he suddenly gasped and uttered a short and shocked syllable:

"hiss--!!!"

He rushed to Anna like a mine rat whose tail had been stepped on, almost putting his face against the magic crystal, his small eyes filled with disbelief.

"This...this...this...how did you do that?! Non-destructive peeling?! And it's a magic crystal with two mixed magic powers?! I've never seen this kind of technology in all the dwarven forging secrets I learned in my dreams! This is simply amazing!"

He turned suddenly towards Mark and the other two. The excitement on his face from having just finished moving his belongings was completely replaced by a frenzy that was almost like a pilgrimage. He rubbed his rough hands excitedly.

"Teach me! Brother Mark! Sister Anna! Sister Monica! Please! Teach me this craft! As long as I can learn this, you can ask me to do anything! Mining? Forging? Being a tank? I won't even frown!"

Mark sighed helplessly and was about to explain that this was not a skill.

Anna next to him burst out laughing:

"Teach? How to teach? Brother Enzo, this is Mark's holy book that ate it all by itself! We didn't even see how it moved!"

"Eat...eaten?! Equipment...eat magic crystal?" Enzo's jaw almost dropped to the ground. He looked at Anna, then at the quiet book in Mark's hand, and then at the magic crystal core that had lost its star power.

The expression on his face changed from shock to bewilderment, and then from bewilderment to deeper shock, finally settling on a state of awe as he looked at the monster: "This... isn't this the holy book of the Church of Holy Light... Is it a creation of the abyss?"

"...I don't know either." Mark took over the conversation, his tone calm, "So, it's not that we don't want to teach it, but we can't control it ourselves. It wants to eat, and we can't stop it."

Enzo's little face instantly sank like a deflated bag, and his thick beard looked wilted.

He muttered in disappointment, "How could this happen... Don't you know if your own equipment is made in the Abyss?... I thought I had lucked out and encountered a true god to teach me..."

But the dwarves' innate stubbornness and the blacksmiths' enthusiasm for unknown technologies have not been extinguished.

His eyes rolled around, and he raised his head unwillingly, staring intently at the holy book in Mark's hand:

"Then... then let me... take a look at it! Just take a look! Study it! Brother Mark, give it to me... no, let me take a closer look! Maybe I can figure out something from its structure and patterns?"

He puffed out his chest, trying to appear more persuasive, even speaking with a hint of instruction:

"In exchange! I can teach you combat techniques! When you fought the Bone Leech King before, and when I first woke up and saw you fighting those little Bone Leech puppets...tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, it was horrible! You were just relying on the basic skills given by your personal panel to brute force your attacks! There was no technical skill involved at all!"

He waved his stubby fingers and spit flew:

"How do you channel your power? How do you stack and unleash your magic? How do you utilize the terrain and your opponent's unique abilities? How do you master even the most basic skills? These are the fundamentals to reaching higher levels, or even reaching transcendence! Just relying on the skills and levels given by the panel? You'll never break through the shackles of level six in your lifetime!"

"And Brother Mark, all you have to do is lend me this lovely little book of yours for a few days...old...and I can teach you the powerful fighting techniques inherited from the Graybeard Clan!"

Although his words were rude and carried the directness and arrogance unique to dwarves, the content was like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of Mark and the other two.

Mark was silent, his eyes sharp.

Anna put away her smile, her emerald eyes thoughtful.

Even Monica, who was expressionless in her extreme mutation state, had her purple-black vertical pupils flicker slightly.

Enzo's words pointed out the shortcoming that they had been vaguely aware of but not able to clearly recognize: the rough use of strength.

Speaking of which, among the three.

Mark is an ordinary country priest with no money, power, status or background.

He had never been exposed to systematic learning related to orthodox combat professions, so it was naturally impossible for him to master any high-end combat skills.

Although Monica came from the Bellucci family, her position as the patriarch was usurped by a branch family. She was forced to flee her homeland and come to the Lily Kingdom. She had always been known as an appraiser.

Even the awakened shadow assassin only completed his job change on the eve of leaving the clan.

So naturally, she had not systematically learned the corresponding combat skills.

As for Anna, she was even more miserable.

The elves are actually similar to the dwarves. After reaching adulthood, they can enter the Fountain of Life in their tribe to receive memory inheritance and learn and master the corresponding professional combat skills.

But after changing her job to a shadow elf, she didn't dare to enter the Fountain of Life. When the annual baptism day came, she quietly slipped out of the Elf Forest with her luggage. Naturally, she had not learned the corresponding special combat skills.

The reason why the three-person team was able to achieve victory in several previous dangerous battles was entirely due to the strength of their professional skills and the enemy's lack of understanding of them.

If they encounter the Enlightenment Society again in the future, how could they not make corresponding preparations against their skills?

As Enzo said, their current fighting is too immature!

Mark looked at the forbidden scripture in his hand.

This forbidden holy book concerns unknown existences and contains too many unknowns and risks.

Let a dwarf who has just joined and is undecided about his character be allowed to do research?

The risk is huge.

But the guidance provided by Enzo is equally invaluable.

A blacksmith from an ancient dwarf clan may have combat experience and skills far beyond their imagination.