Changing into the formal clothes needed for work, Qing walked out of the hut, the sun had just risen, and it was still very early before the start of class. Pinched his slightly swollen head, leaned over and sat down on the wooden steps at the door, he had misestimated the time, and took advantage of his leisure to take a good rest and relieve the fatigue of the night, after all, a lot of blood was channeled to the sword blank during forging. Recasting the Noble Phantasm was more tiring than expected, with the strong metal structure making it difficult for the flames to melt and the hard material making it even more difficult to beat----

He sighed deeply and leaned back against the door behind him, not worrying about getting his clothes dirty. The hut itself was terriblely dirty, and the dust accumulated was comparable to a thin layer of snow, so the first thing Qing settled in was to carry out a comprehensive cleaning, and now this east hut is a little dilapidated, but it is definitely not dirty. If you throw away all kinds of equipment in the house and replace it with furniture, then it is not a problem to live in people, but there is no water or electricity.

After sitting leisurely for a while, Qing raised his hand and looked at his watch, the time was almost the time for the campus to open, and the original charred hand, the dead skin had been completely peeled off, although the whole hand was a little red, but the regeneration had been completed, and everything was back to the beginning. Get up, pat your pants, put on your briefcase, and walk in the direction of the teaching building, the school is not open, there is generally no one on campus, and if you walk around the school before the door opens, it may cause unnecessary trouble.

Walking into the teaching building, there are already students walking around in the corridor. Most of these are for the training within the club, and some of them come early to catch up with homework, and they don't need to be mixed with these and walk towards the office, but the premise of [don't care] is that there is no violation of school rules, and even if there are these things, there will be a member of the Discipline Committee or the student union to rectify it, and the teacher is not suitable to meddle in this regard.

I just didn't run into anything terrible, and everything was running as usual. Walking into the office, turning on the air conditioner, Qing sat down in his chair, the office was empty at the moment, and it was a little deserted. Leaning back in the chair with nothing to do, I opened the textbook and read it casually. For Qing, his state is not very good at the moment, sparing no effort to bled and quench the sword blank, while maintaining a forging project with high physical consumption, and he can't help but feel a little weak at night.

Yawned and put the book on the table, Qinglou rubbed his eyes, and felt a little weak and fell down on the table. Seeing that the days passed day by day, the sword blank was still unfinished in the furnace, and the indescribable sense of urgency led to his sleepless work, which had lasted for nearly a week, and almost every day he put a lot of energy and effort into the sword blank. He sighed silently, the sword had to be finished before the Holy Grail War began, but it was still far away.

It's time to go home and get some rest. 'Mental malaise, lack of energy, Qing knows that this state of his own, this is a manifestation of excessive consumption of magic power in the blood, last night's forging project was indeed a little rushed, a large amount of magic power poured into that blank, trying to complete all the unfinished processes at once! But the result has been little and as usual progress has been slow. Although the sword blank has been formed, there are still several processes to be completed.

The inexplicable feeling of shortness was like a stone blocking the main artery of the heart, and I couldn't breathe, and I couldn't tell what kind of stone it was.