Dwarves are a principled race. If they say they don't want to, then they don't want to, no matter how many times they are asked.
besides……
"What's a bald chicken?" Georgia asked in confusion. She always felt that this word she had never learned sounded a little strange.
Chu Rong was filled with anger and paused. He loosened his grip on his collar, took two steps back, folded his arms and leaned on the operating table. He hid his emotions with a cold face, tapped his arms with his fingers, and replied, "It's just an interjection to express emotions... Don't interrupt. I'm asking you a question now. Tell me, why don't you want to? Don't you like mechas very much?"
The tone of this word is quite strong... Georgia easily put Bald Chicken's question aside, got back to the point, and replied honestly, "I do like mechas."
"So?" Chu Rong looked at him with his eyes downcast, as if he was going to throw him out of the mecha if he didn't give a satisfactory explanation.
Georgia glanced at him, making sure he was calm enough to listen to her explanation, and said, "It's good to be a mecha warrior, but I want to learn how to build it more than to drive it."
Chu Rong paused, his brows furrowed as he tapped his arm, and asked, "Do you want to learn mecha manufacturing?"
"Probably." Georgia thought for a moment and answered.
"What do you mean by 'probably'?" Uncle Chu got angry again because of his vague answer and scolded him, "Don't easily say uncertain conclusions, especially those related to the future development direction."
"It's not that I'm uncertain, it's just that I need to be more specific." Georgia was already used to his bad temper and was not frightened by his bad attitude. Instead, she took a step forward, looked at the mecha operating table he was leaning on, reached out and touched it gently: "What I want to learn is the manufacturing of pure manual-driven mechas, rather than general mecha manufacturing. Maybe one day in the future, I can build you a pure manual-driven mecha that is completely suitable for you." After saying that, she looked up at him, a little embarrassed, but smiled with a little confidence.
He always remembered to report back to the White-haired Monster and his group. The failed treatment in the medical room yesterday made him realize that curing the White-haired Monster's illness would be a long and difficult process. The opponent's mental power was as vast and powerful as the sea of stars, while his magic power was only as small as a small lake. Before he became really powerful, the White-haired Monster's illness could only be carefully cared for and could not be cured.
The other party had helped him so much, and he also wanted to try his best to do something for the other party. After listening to what Grandpa Ren said, he saw a new way to repay the other party.
Mecha manufacturing is a field that can perfectly bring out the creativity and expertise of the dwarves. He is confident that he can achieve some small results in this field. When he can really build a powerful mecha, even if he can never reach the level of a great magician and cannot cure the white-haired monster's disease, he can at least help the other party to the best of his ability.
He also has some secret little wishes. If possible, after reporting back to the white-haired monster and his group, he might try to drive the mecha he made, through the black hole, and return to his hometown.
Chu Rong didn't expect to hear such an answer. His eardrums were tickled by the words "for you". A strange feeling of sweetness and sourness rose in his heart. He didn't know how to react, but he was angered by his "stupid" smile. He raised his hand without hesitation and pinched his face, pulling it out badly, until the expression on his face was completely torn, and then he said with disgust: "No matter who told you about manually driving a mecha, there is one thing you must understand. All mecha manufacturers are excellent mental geniuses before entering the field of mecha manufacturing. The entire federation, including the welfare colleges that are the least picky about students, will not accept a student without mental power into the mecha manufacturing department. Without mental power, you can't even do the most basic material processing, let alone build a complete mecha. Kid, mecha manufacturing is not as simple as you think."
"Does manufacturing mecha also require mental strength?"
Georgia was a little confused when her dream was shattered just as it was taking shape. She stammered, "But, Grandpa Ren didn't say..."
"Grandpa Ren, are you talking about Ren Mose?" Chu Rong asked. Seeing that he looked so shocked and pitiful, the anger in his heart completely subsided. He raised his hand to rub his forehead, stretched out his arm to pull him into his arms with barely comforting gesture, and said, "That old man is a research lunatic. You can only believe half of what he says. Hold on tight, I'll take you to pick up stones." After that, he opened the hatch and jumped out.
Georgia grabbed his clothes reflexively at his waist, which were still a little messy. Making mechas actually requires mental power, then, then... But he just drew a big pie with full confidence...
Thinking of the bold words he had just said in front of the white-haired monster, he shook his ears, his little face tensed, his body stiffened like a stone, and his face and ears turned red with shame.
——It's so embarrassing to talk nonsense without understanding the situation clearly.
Perhaps seeing his embarrassment, Uncle Chu was considerate enough not to continue teasing him on this topic. Instead, he stopped after taking him to a wasteland covered with stones of various colors, found a large rock nearby for him to lie down, and signaled that he could move freely and have fun.
Georgia looked at him carefully, and just as she was about to suppress her embarrassment and inquire about the principle of using mental power to build a mecha, she keenly smelled a hint of magical fluctuations.
His eyes focused, and he turned his head to look around the wasteland. His sight was fixed in a certain direction of the wasteland. He instantly forgot about the mecha and rushed towards the target after a quick greeting. His heart was beating very fast - the magic stone! There was a magic stone fluctuation in that direction! It was a top-level one! He sensed it!
Chu Rong half leaned on the stone and watched him running away impatiently. He became unhappy again and said disdainfully, "Country bumpkin."
Georgia followed the magical fluctuations to the edge of the wasteland. After carefully sensing it, her eyes fixed on a thin plant growing out of a crack in the rock. She was stunned. Such a strong magical fluctuation was actually emitted from this tiny plant? This, this is incredible!
His eyes widened, somewhat incredulous and a little dumbfounded.
How could such a small plant emit such a strong magical fluctuation that only a top-level magic stone could have? Was it a mutation? Or was it some exotic fruit guarded by a magic beast?
Just as he was thinking this, he noticed that there were many such rock crevice plants farther away, and immediately put the latter guess behind him.
Strange fruits usually appear alone on a single plant, not all over the place like this.
So it should be a variation?
He squatted down, looked closer at the plant, and tried to gather a little magic power to gently touch its top with his fingertips.
As if sensing a friendly presence, the plants gently swayed their tiny bodies after being touched by him, then happily absorbed the wood magic he had rubbed against them, stretched out their leaves comfortably, and looked more energetic.
It's really magical! He also interacts with it, which is completely different from the silly big leaf plant in his room!
He glanced at his fingertips that had been rubbed, and remembered the magic circle he had set up in the room to nourish the green fruit. His face turned red again, but this time he was excited - whether it was a mutation or not, this plant was a big surprise!
He had previously tried to use a magic circle to nourish the green fruit, with the aim of increasing the wood magic element contained in the green fruit so that he could use it to create basic magic potions to alleviate the white-haired monster's condition!
He had previously speculated that the green fruit had a soothing effect on the mind because its pulp contained a strong element of wood magic. Later, the healing effect of wood magic on the white-haired monster's mind proved his speculation.
However, the effects of consuming the magic elements in plants directly on the human body are minimal, and they are far less useful than making potions! Moreover, the magic elements in plants are limited, and most of them cannot reach the level of being made into magic potions. Even if some of them barely reach the level, the amount required to make a potion is huge, and it may not be possible to gather them all.
Green fruit is the plant with the highest magic content that he has come across since he came here, but its quantity is so scarce that it is not enough to make a potion, and he has no way to get more, so he has to find another way to increase the magic content in the green fruit.
But now, this plant with an incredibly high magic content has solved this problem! With this, magic potions can be made at any time, and he no longer has to bother with green fruits! Another point is that the problem of purifying the magic circle causing the white-haired monster's mental power to fluctuate will no longer be a problem once he makes magic potions!
Thinking of this, he was so happy that he almost flew up, and couldn't help but feed some more magic power to the plant in front of him.
Chu Rong opened the communication message sent by Fan Xiangnan, turned his head to look at Georgia, who was squatting on the ground not far away, doing something unknown, with her ears twitching with excitement. He squinted his eyes and enjoyed the warm sun for an afternoon, and replied capriciously: postpone the return time.
Fan Xiangnan was used to his willfulness, so he didn't ask the reason and asked directly: When will it be postponed to?
Postponed until when?
Uncle Chu was basking in the sun with a mysterious look on his face and moved his fingers.
——Of course, I will postpone it until I finish taking my pet for a walk.
pet?
Fan Xiangnan put down the communicator and touched his chin - do they have pets on the ship?
After spending an entire afternoon using magic to bring back a batch of plants, Georgia was taken back to the warship by Chu Rong with a red face, and then immediately locked herself back in the room.
After he walked away, Zhuang Yu glanced at his superior, who exuded a satisfied aura, with caution and suspicion, and asked defensively, "What did you do with Qiao Qiao this afternoon? Chief, federal law states that abducting underage children will result in imprisonment!"
Abduction?
Chu Rong stopped, turned his head to look at her, raised his eyebrows, thought about something inscrutable, and suddenly asked, "Where is Master Ren?"
"Master Ren?" Zhuang Yu was frightened by his expression and trembled. He took a step back and replied, "Master Ren rarely walks around the ship. He should be researching new weapons in the mecha maintenance department. What do you want to see him about?"
"Of course there is something." Chu Rong straightened his sleeves, turned around, walked towards the mecha management department, and replied in an ambiguous tone: "It's a big deal." Mr. Ren must have been a little idle recently, as someone dared to steal someone's girlfriend right under his nose.
Georgia took out the green fruit from the magic circle, sat on the floor beside the bed, took out the magic potion making method left by his father from the storage ring and started to chew on it. When he saw a difficult word, the interjection that the white-haired monster had said in the afternoon suddenly popped up in his mind. The more he thought about it, the more he cared about it. Based on the principle of not missing any unfamiliar language points, he put down the potion making method, took out the optical brain, turned on the voice search, and read out the three words "bald chicken" according to his memory.
A second later, the page jumped, and rows of videos with cartoon covers appeared in the search results column.
Hmm? What are these? He pointed to one of the videos in confusion.
The picture automatically zoomed in, music started playing, and after the colorful balloon special effects passed, a cartoon chicken with its hair blown out, no hair on its body, and wearing a small bib appeared on the screen and called out to him lively.
“…”
He touched his hair, looked down at his thin body, and finally stared at the lively chicken in the cartoon for a few seconds. He pursed his lips and stuffed the half-finished method of making magic potion back into the storage ring!
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