The mixed solution in the container, which is as clear as water, flashes with colorful brilliance after being heated, and it is very bright.

Raymond, who was standing next to him, held two flasks in his hands, which contained the bitter calves extracted from the porcelain man's body, as well as the bitter calculation binder that had been processed and refined by himself.

The jelly-like bitter water is carefully poured into the heated container at a volume of five milliliters per time, while the bitter binder is added at a ratio of three milliliters per time.

Raymond, whose pupils flashed with red dots, had two curves in his sight, and he nervously stared at the temperature of the container displayed by the chip, as well as the curve that represented the viscosity, and from time to time he had to adjust according to the chip's prompts to improve the mixed solution in the heating container.

1300 ......

Fifteen hundred ......

By the time the mixture in the heating vessel had become viscous and slurry, the temperature displayed in the eye had reached 1,800 degrees, just over the temperature needed for the porcelain figure to melt.

A large amount of data is refreshed in the line of sight, and soon the chip shows the amount of material required for the most rear.

Two milliliters of bitter binder, six milliliters of bitter water, and one hundred and seventy grams of purple clay from the extreme east!

Raymond, who no longer directly poured the relevant materials into the container, immediately weighed the relevant materials according to the requirements of the chip, and after determining the correct quantity, he returned to the side of the heating container and poured the three materials into it together.

Goo-doo, goo-doo......

The mixture in the vessel, which was still heating up, made a faint noise, and as Raymond stirred slowly, it eventually turned into a large chunk of viscous substance, but the bright color was intoxicating.

A vague aura of energy diffused from the gelatinous mixture, attracting a breeze from the free energy in the environment, and even causing the flames of the heater to flutter.

A smile appeared on Raymond's face. Seeing this, he took the wing-shaped mold placed next to him, carefully picked up the heated container, and slowly poured the gel mixture weighing more than 10 kilograms into the mold.

The viscous and shiny gel material eventually entered the mold, but even the wood, which can withstand temperatures of more than 2,000 degrees Celsius, was burned and had a burnt smell.

The mold, which was two meters wide but only fifteen centimeters thick, was carefully fastened by Raymond and then lifted by Raymond on a long table in the center of the room, waiting for it to cool slowly.

Quietly sat in the room waiting for Raymond. After a few moments, he couldn't stand the slowly decreasing temperature, so he had to give an order to Anita, a porcelain girl with a worried face in the corner of the room. "You monitor the temperature changes, and when the temperature of the mold drops to 100, you will notify me!"

Anita, a porcelain girl who had been looking at Raymond with a nervous face pursed her lips, let out a cheer when she heard it. But when she jumped, she stomped the floor of the room again, causing one of her feet to sink in.

I was embarrassed to stick out my tongue. Anita grimaced, carefully avoiding the floors that she had already trampled on. But she didn't even dare to sit on a chair, but sat cross-legged on the floor. "My lord, can you install this mold after it cools down?"

Raymond, who didn't give a direct answer, reached out and rubbed the porcelain girl Anita's head, but such an action immediately caused Anita's complaints and resentment.

"Wait, the most difficult fusion control is the most critical. It's too early to say anything!" Hey, Raymond laughed, looking at the porcelain girl Anita who had her head hidden, but a smile appeared in front of her. "Stacy doesn't complain, she likes my closeness to ......"

"Who is Stacy?" curiosity flashed in her eyes. The cute porcelain girl Anita moved her body to Raymond's lap, raised her head and stared into Raymond's eyes, questioning. "Is she your wife?"

Raymond, who laughed heartily at the sound, immediately shook his head, a wistful expression appeared on his face, and hesitated for a moment before telling the story about little Stassy.

The same stubborn, but orphaned little Stacy gradually grew up by Raymond's side, cheerful and mature, and finally gradually changed from a little girl to a slim girl, and has an irreplaceable position in Raymond's heart.

Without mixed desires, without any calculations and plans, with the narration of the porcelain girl Anita, Raymond finally discovered that little Stacy had become an inseparable family for him.

Unconsciously, Anita, the porcelain girl who listened to Raymond talk about little Stasi, her eyes became a little moist, and Anita, who was not breathing but her chest was rising and falling violently, finally snuggled up to Raymond's lap and let out a dreamlike murmur. "I envy Miss Stacy, she must be very sad about your disappearance......

"The world is unpredictable, who could have predicted that such a thing would happen," Raymond, whose eyes became drifting, also let out a bitter sigh. "And she was still in such a high debt before leaving, I hope she won't suffer any hardships during my absence......"

Raymond, whose mind was caught in his memories, no longer spoke, but recalled the moments he had with little Stasi, with a smile of relief or joy on his face from time to time.

And Anita, a porcelain girl with envy in her eyes, put her cheek on Raymond's leg, and after leaning her body up, she turned her gaze to the temperature display placed on the wooden box with wings, and apprehension appeared on her face.

Time passed slowly, and when Raymond felt him being pushed, Raymond, who came to his senses, saw the smile on Anita's face beside him, and the temperature display on the table that had dropped to within a hundred.

"Remove the clothes on your back and prepare for installation!" Raymond, who gave the command, immediately got up and dragged the wing mold on the table to the front, and began to remove the mold with the sharp knife on the table.

A moment later, the full wings, which shone with dazzling brilliance, were taken out of the mold, and Raymond, who looked at it carefully, was very satisfied with the wings that had been condensed and cooled.

The two pairs of wings, two large and two small, are designed to imitate butterfly wings, although the weight is not light after being taken out, but after Raymond conducts an internal inspection with the help of the chip's magnification function, the large number of pores in the material that make up the wings make Raymond smile.

Carefully placing the heavy wings on the table, Raymond turned around and saw Anita, a porcelain girl with her back exposed, ready to go.

Holding the drill-like tools on the table in his hand, Raymond, who had re-positioned himself, explained softly. "It's a little painful, hold back and don't move!"

Anita, the porcelain girl who snorted softly and said yes, straightened her body straight, and the skin of her fair and smooth back trembled slightly.

After carefully fixing the drill in place, Raymond immediately began to twist, and as the sound of the porcelain being polished, the porcelain girl Anita also let out a cry of pain, and her body trembled uncontrollably.

Raymond couldn't do anything about the inevitable injury, so he could only speed up and form four mounting holes in the back of the porcelain girl Anita, and according to the size of the link between the two pairs of wings, he finally formed a scar of four inches in Anita's back.

"It's still one step behind, be patient," Raymond, who put the tools in his hand on the table, looked at Anita, a porcelain girl who had no blood but was about to faint in pain, and could only continue to encourage. "If you can't help it, just shout it!"

"No problem, I can hold on!" the crisp voice was hoarse, but the porcelain girl Anita still stretched her body straight. "Here you go!"

His face had turned pale, but Raymond, who had brought the wings and flamethrowers, had no choice but to install the wings, and then the white flames were aimed at the parts where the wings were linked, and began to burn and scorch...... (To be continued......)