Oliver Wells is a giant in Western European academia.

So far, much of Western Europe's knowledge about aliens was researched by this top scholar, including the "emperor-retainer" system, as well as all currently known alien families, with the old man behind them.

It is no exaggeration to say that the old man almost single-handedly formed half of the academic circle in Western Europe.

In fact, old man Oliver had a very good relationship with the only master in the East, Wu Dayou, the teacher of Song Qingci's father. They often exchanged letters and occasionally communicated on the Internet.

Unfortunately, Song Weilu's betrayal caused Wu Dayou to suffer such a severe blow that he gradually lost touch with other people in society.

So the old man never got to meet with his friend to reminisce about the past. He only learned from others that his old friend had passed away not long ago.

When he heard the news, the old man was stunned for a few minutes, which was rare. He sat on the sofa with his eyes unfocused.

After a long while, the old man sighed and said, "Regarding the study of the supernatural, we will have to go back ten years now."

This is the judgment of Oliver Wells.

Although he cannot compare with Wu Dayou in academic achievements and status, Oliver himself also has his own unique vision and keen sense of smell.

So after hearing about Wu Dayou's death, he felt very sincerely that the current progress of xenomorph research might be slowed down for a long time.

Although new researchers emerge in large numbers, and some of them are extremely talented, they cannot be compared with a "monster" like Wu Dayou.

Even though people like Wu Dayou may have become a little duller in their thinking after years of experience, their broad-minded awareness and accumulated rich experience still enable them to provide extremely forward-looking suggestions in academic work.

Unfortunately, there will probably not be such people in the future.

After taking a look at the letter in his hand, the old man sighed, with a hint of regret in his voice.

After putting the letter back in his pocket, he began to read the book handed to him carefully.

This is a book about the research of family relationships in Western Europe, and it is also another manifestation of Wu Dayou's brilliance.

Although he had never set foot on the soil of Western Europe in person, he only extracted certain ideas based on other people's research materials and past work summaries, but these ideas are already valuable enough.

If a book like this were left outside, it would probably not take long for the news to spread, eventually attracting countless scholars and businessmen to scramble for it.

At least that's what the old man thinks.

Flipping through the contents of the book, the old man read it very carefully at first.

Next to him, the middle-aged man who had been standing outside also walked in. After looking at Bai Ling warily, he stood steadily beside the old man.

Faced with such a look, Bai Ling just responded with a smile.

This is probably the old man’s son, Bai Ling thought.

The news of the old man's coming to the exercise was kept secret, and his residence was also kept secret. If it weren't for Bai Ling's identity as a teacher, plus some tricks, he might not have been able to get here.

And even if they got here, it would be a hassle to ask the old man's son who was guarding the door to go in and report.

For this reason, Bai Ling had to reveal a little bit of information, some secret news, which made the old man's son look horrified and had to come in to report.

However, it was also for this reason that the old man's children followed Bai Ling in and stayed beside him, as if they were afraid that Bai Ling was going to do something wrong.

In response, Bai Ling could only spread his hands to indicate that he could do nothing.

The scene was silent for a moment.

After reading about three pages, the old man turned back to the catalog and began to review each page one by one.

When he saw the second half of the content, it was obvious that something was wrong with old man Oliver's expression.

He was murmuring something softly, and his fingers, as old as dead branches, pressed on the paper, making a rough rustling sound, like sandpaper rubbing against the ground.

After flipping through the book, Oliver looked up at the guest and said, "Is this book for me?"

"Of course," said the guest, or Bering, smiling, "at your disposal."

After the words fell, the old man nodded: "That's good."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hands and pressed on both sides of the book.

Then use both hands to gently pull both sides of the page tightly.

Next second.

With a dull "ripping" sound, a crack appeared in the middle of the page. In just a few seconds, the thick academic book was torn in half by Oliver!

Throwing away the back half of the book, the old man stroked the front half of the book with his hand, and said lovingly: "Sure enough, what old guy Wu Dayou writes is really different from others."

"It's obvious that the content in the second half was fabricated by someone else. It can't be said to be completely consistent, but it can only be said to be nonsense. Putting such text together with the old man's works is simply a sulliation to the old man."

Oliver stroked the first half of the book and narrowed his eyes slightly. "But, that old guy actually thought so deeply..."

"Greece, Hermes. Ha, it seems that the old guy was not joking when he told me that he had found some key factors. Interesting."

As he spoke, he slapped his thigh fiercely again: "How come you, an old man, died so early? No one can write the rest of the second half, who are you trying to fool?! If I weren't old now, I would definitely find a shovel to dig up your grave, take out your bones and make you spit out the contents of the second half before turning them into inorganic matter!"

This is probably a very hardcore way to urge for updates.

Looking at old man Oliver yelling and cursing as if no one was around, the smile on Bai Ling's face remained unchanged.

In fact, he couldn't hold it together at first, and subconsciously felt a little stunned.

There was no way. Before this, he had always thought that these scholars were not only well-educated but also gentle and elegant. After all, Master Wu Dayou was a very gentle and easy-going person. He didn't care at all even if someone offended him.

To be honest, if you have a bad temper, you probably won’t be able to do scientific research.

But he really didn't expect that Oliver Wells, who was also a giant in the academic world, would be such a...gentle and easy-going person.

If he had not practiced this countless times in the Sea of ​​Consciousness before, Bai Ling would probably be embarrassed and laugh subconsciously.

But fortunately, it wasn’t his “first time”.

So he just chuckled and said, "When writing this book, Master Wu was already very weak. According to him, although he has a clue about the second half of the book and it is the key to "revealing some secrets", he is still not strong enough to support the high-intensity work."

Looking at Oliver, Bering said sincerely, "Later, when I discovered this book, I thought about it carefully. I think that, apart from Master Wu, you are the only one in the world who can complete this great work."

“So this is a gift and also a request. I hope you can think of your friendship with Master Wu and the increasingly deteriorating social situation, and write the second half of this masterpiece that should have been published.”

Listening to Bering's words, old man Oliver hummed a few times.

He didn't seem too concerned about Bering's comment that he was only "barely" qualified.

To be honest, I have lived for such a long time, and even if I did have a competitive spirit, it has faded somewhat after Wu Dayou's death.

Now the old man admitted very straightforwardly that he was indeed not as good as that old guy Wu Dayou. If he was a genius, then that old guy Wu Dayou was a "monster"! He was just like a monster like Lord Niu and Maxwell, a great man who was enough to leave his name in history and pass it on to future generations and establish a school of thought. The old man was actually very happy to hear that he was qualified to write a book for Wu Dayou.

Oliver stroked the cover of "Family Examination" without even raising his eyelids: "Oh, finish this thing..."

"It's difficult, very difficult," he said. "Wu Dayou's formulas and equations are simply a mess. No one can understand them except him. Even I can only understand 70% or 80% of them..."

Although he said it was as difficult as climbing to the sky, the old man's fingers holding the pages of the book were very honest and had no intention of letting go.

After pondering for a moment, Oliver said, "However, since this is the old man's last work, it is reasonable for me to contribute a little!"

"However, I can only complete part of it. I have to take the follow-up content back to show it to a few of my old friends. Ha, those guys must have their eyes popped out when they heard that I got Wu Dayou's monograph..."

While muttering, the old man looked at Bai Ling again.

He said, "And then what? You specifically asked other people about where I was staying for the exercise, and then you tried to curry my favor and build connections. Your purpose was just to give me books?"

Hearing this, Bai Ling smiled and said, "Sure enough, I can't hide it from you."

He stood up, took two steps forward, and stood beside the young man. "In addition to asking for your help in completing that great work, I also want to borrow your disciple, Mr. Gerald Harold."

This is also the main purpose of Bai Ling's coming here.

Gerald Harold, Oliver's apprentice, was known as "The Blacksmith".

If Oliver's status as an academic master was worthy of Bering's attention, then "Blacksmith" Gerald Harold was the person who was truly worthy of Bering's personal visit!

Although he is now known as the unknown "Blacksmith", Bailing knows very well that in just a few months, he will pass the trial and complete the transformation, and achieve the name of "Smelting Iron"! He is also one of the few "S" talents in Bailing's diary, and the only "S" in Western Europe! When judging talents in the original world, I don't just rely on combat power. For example, Gerald Harold's combat ability is not that strong. Let alone Ding Yan, I am afraid that Ji Qianqin in the future may not be able to compare with him.

But he is the top talent who can surpass Ding Yan, Song Qingci and others and is respected as "S"!

The reason for this lies in his own uniqueness.

As befits his title, Gerard's ability comes from the skills of Hephaestus, the "God of Fire and Forging" in Greek mythology! Gerard was born with a sensitivity and familiarity with forging. In his eyes, factors such as fire, temperature, and air are like cursors that can be driven at will. As long as he wants, he can even forge a piece of ultimate material in a way that others can't imagine.

In the future, many weapons and props of powerful people will be made by Gerard. Because of his outstanding forging skills, his works have even been spread to the alien side, making many aliens marvel at them.

"Forging", growth, and connections, this is why Bering in the original world named Gerard "S"!

At the same time, this is also the reason why Bai Ling came to visit specially!

After hearing what Bering said, old man Oliver raised his eyebrows slightly.

He glanced at Gerard next to him and was silent for about three seconds.

Three seconds later, Oliver sneered, "You're looking for him?"

"You didn't hear rumors from others that he inherited the 'Blessing of Forging' and planned to curry favor with him, did you?"

Oliver shook his head: "If that's the case, then please go back."

As he spoke, the old man sighed and said, "I don't know where you heard the news from. I don't even know who you are. But since you have been able to find out this far, I'm afraid your relationship is not simple. However, I'm afraid you will be greatly disappointed."

Pointing at Gerard, the old man said, "This kid won't forge for others, and he has been doing nothing but polishing fine iron for 20 years. In the past, many people wanted to find him to forge, but now, there is no one!"

Listening to the old man's words, the smile on Bai Ling's face remained unchanged.

He looked at Gerard, who was shirtless and extremely focused, and said softly, "The sword is hidden in the box, and its light is not revealed. The various skills forged on the iron block are also the way to polish the spirit and seek knowledge."

"In my opinion, Mr. Harold's consciousness has been tempered a thousand times, and he only needs the final push to see the moon shining brightly in the sky."

Speaking of.

Bai Ling lightly hooked his finger.

Before this, he had tried countless times in the sea of ​​consciousness and knew what to do now and what problems to avoid.

The original self also mentioned in his diary the "dilemma" that Gerard is currently facing, as well as the conditions and pace required to resolve the dilemma.

This is what the future Gerrard said himself.

Naturally, there is sufficient credibility.

It can be said that the current Bering is standing on the shoulders of his future self and the future Gerald, and in an almost brutal way, he is forcibly untying the noose that has been wrapped around Gerald's neck for years!

Even if the noose lasts for several months, he will be able to break free by himself.

Bering just advanced the progress a little bit.

Soon, gray mist rose up and down with his movements.

In just a few breaths, thick fog wrapped around Gerard's body, winding along his muscles, all the way down to the sledgehammer he held in his hand and the refined iron block being hit by the sledgehammer.

Seeing this action, Oliver's son's expression changed slightly.

He wanted to stand up and shout at Bai Ling, but the next second, Oliver stopped him.

The old man looked solemnly at Bai Ling's gray mist, his lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

But in the end, he said nothing and just watched Bai Ling's actions silently.

About three seconds passed.

The mist completely enveloped Gerard's arm and hammer.

Then, Bai Ling bent his fingers slightly.

Soon, as if in response to Bai Ling's action, something suddenly flew out of the handbag and hovered in mid-air.

That was Red Lotus' soul-burning potion. The scarlet liquid flowing in the test tube looked like a beautiful mandala flower.

Looking at the test tube, Bai Ling flicked his finger without any hesitation.

As he moved, the wall of the test tube cracked slightly, and red liquid flowed out from the crack, dripping onto Gerard's hammer, like a roaring giant snake tightly wrapped around the hammer and winding up!

With the support of various factors.

Gerrard's movements became a perfect melody composed by the hand of God, and the hammer hitting the iron made a continuous "ding-dong" sound.

Every note carries the unique harmony of forging, as if the consciousness is completely integrated into the process of "forging", and the chapters of the music progress layer by layer.

Under the control of the mist, Gerard's original movements paused slightly.

Soon, he seemed to sense something, and his face changed! However, this change of expression was not because his rhythm was interrupted, but because after some elements were added to the originally harmonious notes, the whole piece of music actually showed a new and strange change!

This was a change that Gerrard had never seen before. It was a composition that reached perfection. Just by following the rhythm, one could feel as if one's consciousness was filled with the ocean, with the cold sea water flowing on the chest, rising and falling with the relaxation of muscles.

In the rough ocean, Gerard's hammering movements gradually began to speed up.

And Bering's fingers also danced lightly in the air, doing his best to compose the perfect accompaniment for Gerard.

A moment later.

Bai Ling withdrew his hand, smiled and said: "The time has come."

His voice seemed to rise and fall in the rising and falling of the hammer, like sparks bursting and the melodious sound of the hammer.

"Please listen to the brilliant and dazzling echo of the hot fire gushing out from the center."

The words fell.

Gerard's hammer suddenly exerted force and smashed heavily on the iron block! The "ding-dong" sound echoed throughout the room, like a red dragon cracking the ground and gold splashing.

But this time, almost everyone can hear the change in melody!

This is a tribute to forged iron! It is the iron and inorganic matter bowing down to the authority of the god of forging! It is the ultimate sublimation of hammering and forging!

Under the rhythm of this rhythm, all forging will be perfect and flawless!

Amid the sound of forging, there was a faint red shadow flowing in the smoke.

At the same time, the change was accompanied by flames.

Almost immediately after the "ding-dong" sound ended, a raging flame leaped up from the forging table, burning in the air without a trace of extinguishing! This ball of flame danced, as if the god of forging in mythology had really descended to the mortal world, leaving a wisp of remaining flame from his fingertips, burning down in the fierce heat!

Look at this flame.

Gerard's expression gradually became more vivid.

If he was like a piece of unhampered material before, now he has become a jade with gorgeous luster after being tempered by thousands of hammers.

Watching the dancing flames, a smile as innocent as a child appeared on his face.

The smile was illuminated by the dancing flames, making it glow red and bright.

“So beautiful…”

Extending his hand, Gerard whispered, "This is, 'Forged Earth Fire'."

"Hephaestus's Breath of Fire...!"

At this moment, the surging golden fire of the god of fire and forging in Greek mythology gradually appeared in the real world!