Chapter 12 Independent Study
Morse leaned on the wicker chair and slowly slid down the back of the chair to adjust his perspective and take in the exquisite murals on the ceiling.
He tasted a taste of olive branches and Attic temples in the fresco style of the Lokos court.
Dameix arranged the best guest rooms for his distinguished guests. When Morse was bored, he used his spiritual power to glance at Damex's living room and found that it was simpler than here. .
Then, the wicker chair above his head creaked, and a pair of young, steamy hands pressed down on the wicker chair, attracting his attention.
"How would you like to teach me how to forge, Morse?" asked Perturabo. He took a bath, got a new gray brocade robe, finally put on sandals to save his weathered toes, and stubbornly gave himself a haircut - his black hair was a little too long, and Perturabo was unwilling to accept himself and the sight of him. people have more in common.
It took him a lot of courage to voice this question, and Morse could read the clues from the boy's uneasy eyebrows.
"You are testing me. The reasonable price I can get from you is too little."
Morse said briskly. Halfway through, a boring thought popped up. With his heart in mind, he told a joke he knew: "You have to provide some residual value."
Perturabo obviously felt that there must be some mystery in the wording of this sentence, he frowned dryly Said: "I don't want you to give me a hammer. You teach me how to make iron tools."
Morse said sharply: "You use the gift I am going to give you in exchange for my knowledge?"
Perturabo grasped the top of the wicker chair, and his persistence gradually grew under Morse's gaze. It becomes brittle and pale, like a thin piece of iron, which looks shiny and indestructible, but is actually not that difficult to bend.
"I..." His words were stuck. People who have nothing are not afraid of challenges, but they are afraid of giving.
Morse continued to look at his ceiling. After he almost finished rearranging all the patterns on the ceiling and made a unified style design drawing in his mind, he still didn’t hear Petula Beau's next words.
Sometimes this child's brain operates erratically. It's not that he's slow, but that he can't turn.
He no longer used Perturabo's performance to torture his patience, which was as rare as the early morning mist. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers in front of Perturabo's eyes to bring him back to his senses.
"That's a question." He said. "It's not a rhetorical question, it's not a question, it's just a general question. Do you want to change it?"
Perturabo's eyes lit up. To be fair, his eyes were compared to the ones on the decorations in Damex's palace. The gems are even better, and it is extremely difficult to stop admiring the craftsmanship of their creator.
"It's settled, I'll exchange." He accepted it immediately and showed no nostalgia for the hammer Morse promised him. This straightforwardness made Morse sigh.
After the negotiation, Perturabo relaxed a little, threw aside the cushion of the seat in Lokos Palace, sat on the hard chair, and straightened his back in the most comfortable way.
He was still a little confused: "Morse, do you think this deal is fair?"
"Why not?" Morse was curious about Perturabo's thinking.
“I did not give you anything in exchange for your gift first.”
“A gift is a special clause that is independent of the law of fairness. The giver has no right to demand consideration from the recipient.” Mors grinned and slid up strangely against the back of the wicker chair until his eyes were level with Perturabo's.
"What about the gift in return?" "It just depends on the conscience of the recipient. I don't mind if you don't have it." Morse said while putting his hands on his chest and clasping his palms together. Okay, I'm going to throw you into the training workshop. My personal skills are not suitable for the general public with weak psychic skills, and teaching-based forging without creativity will damage my mental health."
"Wait..." Before Perturabo finished speaking, his mind was immersed in the space constructed by psychic energy.
The dense darkness outlined the cave of the stone chamber. A ray of fire was cut into several bright fragments in the depths of the darkness, which in turn split the dark horizon.
While cursing Morse secretly - for no reason, just feeling depressed and angry in his heart, he walked towards the light source.
Statues of different sizes have fallen in all directions in this spiritual space. Some are skillful, some are jerky, and some works can reveal another set of art that is somewhat incompatible with Morse's style. style. The desire to explore pushed him to bend down and stretch out his hands, but darkness rose and spread like mist, turning into fluid to intercept and hinder.
Perturabo had to give up studying Morse's secrets for the time being and came to the light source.
The blacksmith's complete set of instruments is breathing hot flames and scalding winds with great vitality, waiting for Perturabo to use it.
Next to it, a strange metal black square is suspended in the air. The thing's surface lit up as Perturabo approached.
He curiously pointed at the bright surface with his finger, and a small square spread out and expanded, occupying the entire rectangular bright surface; a small imitation humanoid thing appeared out of thin air in the rectangle, and vomited in front of him. People say, talk about some introductory knowledge of forging. He also found himself asking questions, and the thing could even give answers, as if it had life and thought.
Perturabo stared at the silver gadget that looked inhuman and gave up thinking about what kind of strange creation it was beyond conventional forging knowledge, and listened intently.
In the real world, Perturabo's body fell to the side, knocking the entire chair over with a crash, then crashed into a clay jar on the side, and pressed against several document rolls in the jar with a majestic momentum. The chain reaction almost spread to the side. Heavy bookshelves several stories high.
The cold air spreads rapidly, and ice crystals take away the water vapor in the air. In the blink of an eye, all chaos is terminated as if time is suspended, and then everything spontaneously returns to its original position.
Except for Perturabo, who unfortunately fell to the ground and was ignored.
Morse did not believe that lying in an uncomfortable position would affect the normal development of such a delicate creature.
He walked around the boy blocking the way, took away the clay pot, took out the scroll in the pot and started reading.
It is worth mentioning that although these things are paper rolls, they are more like a soft screen that automatically emits light, and are not really made of tree fibers.
The paper scroll contains a selection of some popular local novels and poems in Lokos. Compared with the local technology, which is not so backward, the selection is particularly old: nothing more than exploring heroes at sunset, warriors blessed by gods, and underworld. Theme of wrong love by accident. Morse found the celebratory play numbers at the beginning of the scroll, indicating in which years and for what celebration these stories were performed at the Coliseum of Lokos.
After reading the scroll, he went back to his house in the forest. He first stuffed the finished daguerreotype into another even more unknown secret storage room hundreds of miles away, and then found it in the heavy sculpture. He carried the statue of Perseus on his shoulders, then dug out the small stone carvings of two people that Perturabo had recently developed on his own from the corner, and brought them back to the Royal Palace of Lokos.
Before leaving, he snapped his fingers and the entire house suddenly collapsed.
Back to the palace. Morse used his imagination and stared at Perturabo's half-finished product for a long time, thinking that it might be an engraving of how a boy showed his magical powers and twisted off a man's head.
As for where these stones that suddenly appeared in the palace walls came from, Morse believed that the tyrant Damex would come up with the answer himself.
(End of this chapter)