Naprey entered the dining room with a bunch of bubbles.
Angor gestured for him to sit on the other side of the table.
"These are the prototypes the craftsmen are preparing in the warehouse." Naprey pointed at something behind him.
At this moment, a fiery red spider web was floating behind Napoli. A large number of bubbles were stuck to the spider web.
There was no doubt that this fiery red spiderweb was a product of fire mimicry.
"Do you want to eat first, sir? Or do you want to take a look now?" Naprey asked while looking at the kitchen.
Angor shook his head. "We didn't order anything. We just had some tea. Give it to me. I'll take a look. "
Naprey nodded and summoned two giant hands of fire, which grabbed two bubbles from the spider web and handed them to Angor.
Angor didn't check the prototypes right away. Instead, he looked at the giant hands of fire in the air with interest.
"Is this an imitation of my Hand of Spell?"
Although he was asking a question, his tone was firm and certain.
The two giant hands of fire looked exactly the same as Angor's Hand of Spell.
"Yes …"
Naprey scratched his head in embarrassment. "It's just … I saw your Hand of Spell, mister, and I think it's quite useful, so I —"
Naprey tried to explain.
Angor waved a hand. "Don't bother. I didn't create Hand of Spell. It's not copyrighted."
"I just feel that your [Flaming Hand] simulation is very … realistic."
Compared to Naprey's Hand of Spell, Angor's Hand of Spell was more like a tool.
Naprey's Hand of Flame, on the other hand, was much more realistic. The real thing was that it was very agile, as if a fire giant really existed and reached out its hands from Napoli's back.
"Real?" Napoli thought for a moment and said, "Maybe I added Flaming Mantra to my hand and simulated the muscles and veins of the giants …"
Naprey often simulated fire giants, so he was very familiar with the process.
Usually, he would just create the giant's body. But now, he only needed to create two hands, which was much easier.
Of course, this was only simple for Napoli.
It was not going to be an easy task for Angor anyway.
Angor's Hand of Spell could also simulate nerves, muscles, and veins, but it didn't work. It couldn't fuse with the Magic Hand.
Napoli, on the other hand, was different. His fire mimicry could simulate everything in detail from the inside out.
If one were to use the level of their spells to differentiate them, then …
Angor's Hand of Spell was a level-2 cantrip at best.
On the other hand, Napoli's Flaming Hand was essentially a fire simulation. Its lower limit was at the level of a first-level spell, and its upper limit … was even more unpredictable.
One was a magic trick, while the other was a spell, so there was no way to compare them.
Even though Angor had seen it many times, he still couldn't help but exclaim in his mind. "Fire Simulation" was totally off the charts. Anything it simulated would be the same thing. Who wouldn't be confused by it?
But thinking about it, the ability to simulate fire was, in a sense, created by the Myriad Thoughts Divine Nation.
The Myriad Thoughts Divine Kingdom was a miracle left behind!
Fire Simulation was an ability created by a miraculous existence, so it was understandable that it was a little ridiculous …
Of course, Angor was actually a little jealous of the man. He now understood why a legendary wizard like the Lady of Moon wanted to go to the Tevaria Realm and become a Speculator.
Angor sighed in his mind and didn't say anything else. He picked up the bubble and began to inspect it.
On the other hand, Napoli felt a little uneasy because of Angor's gaze.
He felt that Angor wasn't looking at him. But … he was looking at him.
Napoli wanted to ask about it, but he didn't know where to start, so he could only give up in silence.
…
"709, 712, 708 …"
The nameplate of the first bubble recorded a craftsman from Piluxiu. Angor randomly picked ten embryos from the bubble.
Of the ten embryos, six met the requirements.
"721, 715, 710 …"
On the nameplate of the second bubble, there was a record of a Crystal-Eye Race craftsman.
Again, Angor took ten embryos and applied Nightmare Dream on them. Seven of them met the requirements, while the other three failed.
"705, 707, 701 …"
"719, 711, 715 …"
About five minutes later, Angor checked each of Poe's bubbles to make sure they were all qualified.
Napoli was surprised by the speed and efficiency. He was worried that he would take too many, but now it seemed that he was wrong.
Angor handed the last bubble back to Napoli and told him the result of the inspection. "So far, the embryos made by stable craftsmen still have a 50% to 90% chance of passing even after the first round of screening."
Of course, it was only "qualified", not "excellent".
In fact, Napoli had already guessed this result, but guesses and facts were two different things.
"With this result, the craftsmen I arranged to do the screening in the warehouse should change the way they do it."
The previous screening process mixed up the "stable" craftsmen and the "unstable" craftsmen.
But now, it seemed that they still needed to make a distinction.
For the "stable" craftsmen, the threshold of the screening process should be slightly relaxed.
As for the "unstable" craftsmen, they should be treated according to the previous screening criteria.
"Thank you for your help, mister. I'll organize the list of" stable "craftsmen and inform them of the results."
To put it bluntly, the warehouse would treat the craftsmen differently in the future.
Usually, this kind of discrimination would cause some conflicts. But now was a special time. Even if they did not like it, they had to endure it.
Otherwise, they would have to find a way to improve their skills.
Next, Angor, Laplace, and Napoli went to different bubble warehouses in different areas.
This time, they were more interested in the warehouse preparation rather than the inspection.
The most important thing was to see if the "stable craftsmen" in Napoli's mind were really "stable".
There were too many craftsmen in the area, and Angor could not check them one by one to see if they were "stable". In the end, Napoli had to nominate the candidates while Angor confirmed them.
After spending half a day, Angor was sure that Napoli was a good judge.
He had confirmed that he was a "stable craftsman." The equipment embryos in the warehouse had a passing rate of 60% to 80%.
This meant that Napoli was 100% sure.
With this standard, he could more accurately determine who was "stable" and who was "unstable" without Angor's help.
Angor sighed in relief. It was fine if he came to help once in a while, but he would not be able to stand it if he had to do it every day.
When they were done with the "warehouse tour", Napoli suggested that they go to the bubble workshops.
He wanted to see if the craftsmen needed to add or change anything in their workshops.
Angor did not mind. After visiting the warehouses, he noticed that the craftsmen of different races had different ways of crafting the artifact embryos.
He also wanted to see the different alchemy methods of different races. It would help him broaden his knowledge.
"Do you have a bubble workshop in mind, mister?" Napoli asked.
After half a day of inspection, Angor gained a better understanding of the craftsmen of different races. Instead of taking Angor to a random workshop, Napoli directly asked for Angor's opinion.
"I do have a bubble workshop that I want to visit the most," Angor said.
"I want to take a look at that mirror-wielding banshee's workshop."
He was interested in the mirror-wielding banshee because he had been running around for half a day, and he found that she was the best craftsman among them.
Apart from the temporary inspection, only the banshee's artifact embryos in the warehouse had a 90% passing rate.
She had single-handedly raised the passing rate of the production area she was in.
The other craftsmen, no matter how good they were, could only achieve 80% passing rate.
Ten percent did not seem like a big difference. However, the better a craftsman was, the harder it was to improve. To raise a passing rate from 80% to 90% was like an insurmountable chasm.
The banshee was already better than most craftsmen in alchemy.
More importantly, the banshee was a mirror ghost who could lose her mind at any time. Even when she was conscious, she would be much more muddle-headed than a normal person.
Alchemy was a delicate job. How did the banshee manage to craft the artifact embryos so well when she was in a muddle-headed state?
This was also the reason why he wanted to check out the Mirror Banshee's Bubble Workshop.
"Mirror-Wielding banshee's workshop?" Naprey was curious about Angor's choice, but he did not ask. "I don't know if she has regained her mind. Should we go check it out first?"
Angor nodded.
After leaving the bubble workshop, Naprey once again summoned the fire crowbar pulled by a fire deer and dragged Angor and Laplace through the air of bubbles.
Soon, they arrived at the area where the banshee's bubble was located.
The bubble workshop where the mirror-wielding demoness was located was very eye-catching. There were no bubbles in the surroundings, so it was easy to spot.
However, the bubble that the mirror-wielding demoness was in was still blood-red.
"Looks like she hasn't regained her mind yet," Naprey said. "How about we go to another one?"
The banshee could only stay awake for four hours a day. When she was awake, the crystal puppet in the workshop would change the color of its bubbles and turn them translucent again.
Once she lost her mind, the crystal puppet would change the color of the bubbles to blood-red.
The bubbles were still blood-red, which meant she was not awake yet.
Angor nodded. "Let's find another one then. Let's go to … Moretta's bubble workshop."
Moretta's prototype left a deep impression in Angor's mind.
It was very stylish and fashionable. However, Angor did not use it often enough.
However, considering that Moretta had just become a craftsman from a fashion designer, it was already impressive that he could maintain a steady supply of products.
Angor believed that Moretta's excellent performance as a craftsman meant the man had a lot of potential and room for improvement.
Luckily, Moretta's workshop was in the same area as the banshee's.
If Angor could help Moretta improve his excellent rate, he would have done his duty.
"Moretta, huh?" Naprey nodded. "His workshop is nearby. Let me see —"
Napoli was about to take out the dragon scale to sense Moretta's bubble workshop, but before he could locate it, he locked onto a crystal puppet.
It was a pure white crystal puppet with a large number of streamlined lines drawn on its body, which formed various gear nodes.
There were faint purple, red, and green lights flashing around the gears.
It looked like a prosthetic man with a string of lights.
"Got it." Naprey put away the dragon scale and looked at the strange puppet.
"There's only one company in the entire industry who painted and decorated the Crystal Puppets," Napoli said. "Only Moretta."
The crystal puppet just came out of the black bubble that represented the warehouse, which meant it had just sent the prototype inside.
If nothing went wrong, it would return to Moretta's bubble workshop.
Angor only needed to follow the puppet's steps to find Moretta.
Seeing that the Crystal Puppet engraved with glowing streamlines was about to leave, Napoli hurriedly drove the Fire Crowbar to follow it.
In order not to get lost in the crowd of bubbles, Naprey kept his eyes on the puppet. As a passenger, Angor simply looked around casually.
Suddenly, Angor's gaze froze.
He realized that the bubble that represented the Mirror Banshee was now slowly boiling with a blood-red color, as if it was boiling …
Before Angor could take a closer look, the crowbar plunged into one of the bubbles.
When Angor regained his senses, they were already inside a spacious room.
Rather than a room, it looked more like a square about a hundred meters in both length and width. At the center of the square was a slender statue.
The statue's content was strange.
It was a pair of golden scissors, which were cutting cloth in the air.
Around the statue, several black holes were arranged in a regular pattern, which looked like mines. Carts were rising from the bottom of the holes, carrying several boxes of finished products.
A dozen crystal puppets with streamlined lines were waiting at the entrance of the holes. They took out the finished products and collected materials from around the square, placed them on the carts, and sank them to the bottom of the holes.
Seeing this, Angor was sure that the real bubble workshop was below the cave entrance.
Otherwise, the prototype wouldn't have to be transported up here.
He wondered how to get down there. Are they following the carts that transport the materials?
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