The sound of boiling liquid echoed in the room, and a viscous substance was tumbling in the still heated container, and the vapor contained in the burst bubble was as straight as wolf smoke between the rises.

Raymond, who was standing in the corner of the room, looked helplessly at the viscous substance that shone with colorful brilliance in the container.

The mixture weighing six kilograms contained black meteorite gold, dragonfly oil, and emperor crab shells added in proportion, but Raymond, who was unable to cast spells, had a headache.

The melting temperature is only 600 degrees of the mixture, which is too different from the 1800 degrees of melting temperature required by the porcelain girl Anita on the surface, and Raymond can't think of how to solve it.

Removing the heating device from under the container, Raymond turned around and walked to the long table full of metal ingots and various materials, and red dots flashed in his pupils to check the materials on the table again.

Each of the remaining nineteen metal ingots was placed in a delicate wooden box and marked by Raymond with a marker.

More than 30 other organic materials are also placed on the shelves according to their attributes.

All that's left is a large box of Arctic Purple Clay and a full five hundred milliliters of Bitter Temper Binder.

Fingers unconsciously swiped over all the materials, all the materials here Raymond can tell their properties, but after the chip demonstration, none of the materials can solve the problem he is currently encountering.

The mixture used to make the wings is different from the melting temperature of the porcelain girl Anita's body, and even if the wings are made, they will not be able to fuse perfectly with Anita, let alone make the materials that make the wings can be manipulated by the porcelain girl Anita.

In front of him, he couldn't help but see Anita's back with two pairs of wings that couldn't control it, and Raymond, who had a wry smile on his face, muttered in a low voice. "You can't put two pairs of wings on her back as decorations......

Fingers tapped on the materials on the long table, but the moment Raymond's fingers moved away from the top of the purple clay of the Far East. His expression froze suddenly.

Raymond, who lowered his head in astonishment, immediately focused his eyes on this box of extreme eastern purple clay leaking into the air, and with the refresh of the data in his sight, soon the warning sound of the chip echoed in his ears. "There is a variation in the purple clay of the Far East, is it being analyzed?"

Raymond who gently poked his finger on the Extreme Eastern Purple Clay, without the prompt of the chip, had already discovered the problem, the Extreme Eastern Purple Clay, which was originally hard and needed to be softened with water, has now become extremely soft, and Raymond's fingers can easily poke into the inside without force!

Raymond, who immediately pinched a small piece of the Extreme East purple clay, immediately gave the command. "Recheck the properties of the Extreme Eastern Purple Clay!"

"Mission established. Start analyzing ......"

With the appearance of the stereotyped sound of the chip, the waterfall data also began to refresh in Raymond's sight, and the chip displayed the results after a while.

Originally, it was just the purple clay of the Far East, which was harder than ordinary soil, but for some reason, the interior of the road has changed dramatically.

Purple clay of the Far East, which contains a lot of free energy. The concentration of energy particles with various properties in it varies, but its physical properties show an increase in density. And the strength has also increased several times. And the presence of trace proteins was also found in the examination of the chip!

The purple clay of the Far East, which had changed from inorganic matter to organic matter, was rich in energy particles of various attributes, which made Raymond fall into deep thought.

But after a few moments, Raymond turned and went downstairs to the circular square, and began to observe the wooden shelves where the clay sculptures were placed.

More than 600 painted clay sculptures are fixed to a high wooden frame and have not changed in any way.

But when Raymond touched them with his hand. However, I felt a slight warmth, and many of the clay sculptures seemed to have changed, and a transparent substance as warm as water could be found on their body surfaces.

This substance, which adheres to the surface of the clay sculpture, gives off a fragrance. After Raymond carefully discerned it, he found that this smell was very similar to the milky smell of a baby!

"Could it be because of the continuation of the elemental tidal storm?" Raymond, who turned around and walked towards the small building, couldn't help but feel extremely surprised. "With this greatly increased energy concentration, proteins and carbohydrates can naturally appear in inorganic substances?"

Raymond, who quickly returned to the room, immediately took the box of Extreme Eastern Purple Clay to the corner of the room, and after turning the heater back on, he added a small amount of Extreme Eastern Purple Clay to the viscous mixture.

The Arctic Purple Clay had increased in density, floating on the surface of the viscous mixture, but as the temperature continued to rise, the Arctic Purple Clay slowly began to dissolve, mixing with the viscous substance in the container.

As Raymond continued to add the purple clay of the Far East, the dissolution temperature of the bubbling viscous liquid in the container also continued to increase, from more than 600 degrees to 1,000 degrees.

However, the addition of a large amount of purple clay from the Far East thinned the original viscous solution, and finally after the dissolution temperature reached 1,700 degrees, the original viscous solution was like clear water.

Facing the mixed solution in the container that shone with a colorful luster, Raymond's face showed helplessness.

The temperature is up to the mark, but the viscosity is drastically reduced, making it even more impossible to make the kind of wings that require a hollow.

Raymond, who sighed, put aside the purple clay of the Far East, walked back to the long table where the materials were placed, and looked at the things on it, and fell into deep thought.

Time passed slowly, but Raymond, who still couldn't think of a way, heard extremely heavy footsteps coming from the corridor outside, and soon the crisp and delicate voice of the porcelain girl Anita came from behind him. "My lord, the mold has been made according to your requirements, you can check it!"

Raymond, who turned around with a sigh, looked at Anita who was standing on tiptoe but still overwhelming the floor, holding a large wooden plank in both hands, carefully looking for a place to stay in the room, and slowly walked over.

Listening to the creaking sound of the floor in the room, and facing the delicate and cute Anita's careful movements, a smile appeared on Raymond's face, and he followed him to take a few steps to Anita and took the things in her hand.

The wooden plank, which also exudes the scent of logs, looks like the wings of a butterfly, and the wing mold made by cutting a whole piece of wood and hollowing it out on the inside is completely in line with Raymond's previous explanation.

The size is right, and the upper and lower planks are tightly fitted after being buckled, like a beautiful work of art.

Anita, a porcelain girl who was picked up with the mold in her hand, had a relieved expression on her face. "My lord, it took three days for the best craftsman in the village to make it, so it should meet your requirements, right?"

Observing the material of the mold in his hand, Raymond knew that it was made of wood that was extremely resistant to high temperatures, so he made a positive decision after inspecting the interior. "Very good mold, should be ready to use. ”

A smile bloomed on her delicate little face, and Anita, a porcelain girl who took a long breath, flashed with anticipation in her eyes. "My lord, when will you be able to make that wing?"

"You go and rest first, we can't be sure when the wings will be made yet," Raymond was very frustrated by Anita's question, and after turning and walking to the long table, he put the mold aside, and muttered in some annoyance. "It's too much trouble not to be able to cast spells......"

A helpless sigh came from behind him, and with the heavy footsteps leaving, Raymond fell into deep thought again in front of the materials on the long table.

"The viscosity is not enough, so can it be improved by adding some thickening substances?"

Raymond, who thought of a possibility in vain, his eyes lit up instantly...... (To be continued......)