I can see experience bars after being transported to another world.

"What if the prop is broken? Or we can't find a new one?"

Those five years.

Has his own rationality improved?

Hank opened his mouth.

I didn't answer.

He recalled what happened to that senior colleague later; the props had indeed broken. And that senior colleague didn't last three months.

Hank shut his mouth.

Buren sighed.

"Those who learn little do not improve."

"Those who study in depth."

"Knowledge itself can drag you down."

"After finishing the mission, I would sit down and read a book, and the next day I would be transformed."

He picked up the cup and took a sip.

"That's a truly miserable death."

The room was quiet for a few seconds.

Lu Yuan spoke again.

"That's why I asked you earlier if you could sense the existence of reason."

"The place you mentioned."

"What you saw that time with Nightmare."

He looked at Hank.

"I think you can start there."

He paused. His finger then unconsciously traced a line on the table again.

"You look at it in your mind every day."

"You don't need to do anything. Just watch."

Hank waited for Lu Yuan to continue.

Lu Yuan did not continue.

Hank paused for a moment.

"Just...look?"

"We'll see."

Lu Yuan nodded.

"I'm walking this same path."

"At first there was nothing, but then slowly a little bit appeared."

"I can't quite explain what it is, but it definitely works."

He stopped and glanced at Hank. He added one last sentence.

I can't guarantee it will work for you.

"It was only after walking for a long time and looking back that I realized it seemed to be true."

The room was quiet for a while.

Lu Yuan wasn't lying to him.

The tutorial for Guardian I is indeed visualization.

However, before Lu Yuan had even begun his visualization practice, he became aware of the river of reason deep within his mind.

Therefore, this method should theoretically be feasible.

But he himself wasn't sure whether it was the method that worked or his talent.

So all he could say was, "I can't quite explain it."

Because he really couldn't explain it clearly.

Hank listened without saying a word.

Sitting there.

There was no sudden realization. Nor was there any gratitude.

After a long while, he nodded.

Then he stood up.

"Captain, I need to go back and think about what you said."

"Let's go back and try it today."

He glanced at the half-empty bottle of fruit wine on the table, paused for a moment, and then looked back at Lu Yuan.

"Captain, tonight at the tavern."

"If you have some free time, please come over."

"The bards are said to tell some interesting stories."

"It's my treat."

Lu Yuan smiled.

"If I'm free tonight, I'll go."

Hank nodded.

He turned and nodded to Mr. Buren. "Mr. Buren."

Then he said to Kai'er, "Little brother."

He pushed open the door and went out.

The door closed.

The room returned to silence.

Buren leaned back in his chair and didn't speak immediately.

After a while, the old man raised his head and looked at Lu Yuan.

The tone was very flat.

"That thing you're talking about."

"Not part of the Night's Watch."

"It's not any company I've ever seen before either."

Lu Yuan glanced at him, somewhat surprised, because the things Lu Yuan mentioned actually all appeared in the Guardian.

That thing was created by the ink itself, so theoretically it was created by a person.

If that's the case, then shouldn't no one know about it?

"You really haven't heard of it?"

Buren picked up his glass and drank the last drop of wine in it.

As he put down the cup, he said it as if it were just a casual remark.

"No, you don't. If you had that ability."

"It's a waste to send them all to the front lines to kill monsters."

After saying that, he didn't take it seriously.

The cane paused on the ground.

Kel remained silent beside him.

But he wrote down every single word Lu Yuan had just said.

Although he doesn't yet know what use these things are for inscription.

There were only three people left in the room.

The dwarves haven't arrived yet.

Lu Yuan returned to the table and glanced out the window.

The sunlight in Bronze City had shifted from morning to midday. The shadows of the tiled eaves fell on the opposite bronze wall, their edges clearly visible.

Several items were spread out on the table.

Klaus's pamphlet.

The fruit wine was half-drunk.

That bronze whistle.

Lu Yuan mentally estimated the time; based on his experience with Dor Hawke, the dwarves should arrive soon.

There was no sound outside the window.

All that's left is to wait.

The dwarfs arrived in the afternoon.

But they still didn't come in through the door.

Lu Yuan was sitting by the window flipping through Klaus's manual, preparing to review the details of the amber preservation method, when he caught a glimpse of something moving below the windowsill.

The copper drainpipe outside the window suddenly trembled.

Then a short, stubby hand climbed up from the bottom edge of the window frame.

Then came the second hand.

A short figure climbed over the outer wall, landed on the windowsill, and stood firm.

It is clearly not Dort Hawke.

He was half a head shorter than Bidet Hawke.

With a round head, a wide nose, and a face full of wrinkles, and a small tuft of reddish-brown goatee hanging from his chin, he was far less imposing than Dor Hawke's messy, white beard.

He was wearing a leather vest with the sleeves cut off, and his arms were incredibly thick, covered with old burn scars.

He had a string of jingling gadgets hanging from his waist, more than Dor Hawke had.

He stood on the windowsill and took a deep breath.

His nose wrinkled.

"What does it taste like?"

Then his gaze swept across the room.

He glanced at the manual, the brass whistle, and the half-empty bottle of fruit wine on the table.

His gaze swept over Buren, who was sitting in a chair, and over Kel, who was standing next to Buren.

Finally, it fell on Lu Yuan.

stopped.

The old man's eyes narrowed sharply.

Why are you all dark?

Before Lu Yuan could speak, gray and white text jumped out at the edge of his vision.

[Detection Target: Dwarf (Master of Inscription)]

[Note: He seems to retain the aura of a vast ocean of knowledge.]

Lu Yuan's expression didn't change when he saw the words "Sea of ​​Knowledge," but he became more attentive.

The old man jumped down from the windowsill, landing with a very soft thud.

He tiptoed closer to Lu Yuan, sniffed, then took a step back, his face showing a "what's going on?" expression.

"Has Dor Hawke gone mad?"

His voice wasn't loud, but his tone was full of disdain.

"He gave you the bronze whistle? He gave you the bronze whistle?"

The old man pointed to the bronze whistle on the table, then to Lu Yuan, gesturing back and forth between them.

"The aura you exude is almost as strong as those quacks! And he even tried to shove a copper whistle into your hand? What if you scare our dwarf brothers crazy one day?"

He grumbled and complained as he walked from the windowsill to the table, his short legs moving quickly.

After sitting in his chair for a long time, Buren finally spoke.

"Are you... Green?"

The old man paused for a moment.

He turned his head, saw Burren clearly, and then his entire expression changed.

What was initially met with disdain turned into delight.

"Ouch!"

He slapped his thigh and strode up to Buren.

"Isn't that Burren!"

He circled halfway around Buren, then his nose started twitching again.

"Tier 3? You actually reached Tier 3?"

Green's voice rose.

"Why didn't you tell Kurt? If I had known you were already at Tier 3, I would have come much sooner!"

He stopped, put his hands on his hips, and looked up at Buren.

"You didn't come here to see me this time, did you? Judging from your expression, you've been waiting here all along."

Buren sighed and didn't reply.

Green didn't care and immediately put on a sales pitch.

"How about we consider signing a contract with our dwarf race? And have them do something for us?"

He leaned closer and lowered his voice, but it didn't sound like he was keeping a secret at all.

"Don't worry, I'm definitely richer than the Night's Watch. I have everything you want. Materials, blueprints, even rubbings of ancient inscriptions—just name your price."

Beren clearly knew something and showed no intention of continuing to speak, simply turning his face away slowly.

I'm not looking at him anymore.

Green ran into a snag, but he wasn't discouraged at all.

"Call me anytime if you have any ideas. That old codger Kurt is busy up north and won't be back for a while. Bronze City is under my jurisdiction now."

After he finished speaking, his gaze naturally slid to Kel, who was standing next to the Buren chair.

Green's eyes lit up.

"Oh?"

He moved closer to Kale, looking up at her. Kale was much taller than him; he had to crane his neck to the limit to see Kale's face.

"A beginner?"

"Your breathing is very clean; you have a good foundation."

His tone suddenly changed, becoming less talkative and more serious.

He pulled out a palm-sized stone slab from somewhere, his movements so fast that Lu Yuan couldn't even see where he took it from.

"then."

The stone slab was stuffed into Kai's arms.

Kai'er instinctively caught it with both hands, looking completely bewildered.

Green waved to him.

"Squat down."

Kel looked at Buren, who didn't say anything but just nodded slightly.

Kai bent down and squatted down.

Green was able to reach his shoulder.

A short, stubby hand patted Kai'er's shoulder with considerable force.

"Good boy, I believe in you."

Green's tone was very serious.

"I've marked all the directions for you here, so feel free to choose."

He then pulled something from his waist—a small, thumb-sized flute, made of bronze, and more finely crafted than Lu Yuan's bronze whistle.

It was stuffed into Kel's hand.

"This is a flute. Remember to take it. Blow it once after you've chosen it. I'll be here for the next few days."

Kai'er squatted there, holding the stone slab in one hand and the flute in the other, his expression changing from bewilderment to helplessness.

He looked up at Buren.

Beren's lips twitched, but he didn't say anything.

After Green finished filming Kelley, he stood up straight and looked around the room.

His nose wrinkled.

"Tsk."

He clicked his tongue and glanced around at the simple furnishings.

On the table was an old manual, a brass whistle, a half-empty bottle of fruit wine, and a half-open toolbox in the corner.

"Are people living here?"

Then his gaze precisely locked onto the box at Buren's waist.

Buren seemed to have been prepared.

The old man sighed and took a small bottle out of the side pocket of his toolbox.

The bottle is completely transparent and contains more than half a bottle of light blue liquid. A layer of fine crystals floats on the surface of the liquid, refracting a faint prism light under the light.

The moment Green saw the bottle, his eyes practically glued to it.

"It's crystal juice!"