Chapter 56 The Verbose Old Goblin

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Tsk, tsk," the old goblin let out a series of exclamations: "This. This. This is really amazing!"

"What's going on?" I asked in confusion: "What's so wonderful? What do you mean?"

He raised his head and pointed to a graffiti on his arm, his excitement not diminishing at all: "This is this pattern, and this one, do you see it?"

I nodded. After all, it was my arm. I had seen the pattern on it a thousand and eight hundred times. Even if I didn't understand what it meant, I was already familiar with it: "Then what? What do you want to express?"

"Do you know what they mean?" The old goblin's eyes widened in excitement, but no matter how he opened them, his eyes were still not much bigger than a soybean grain.

"Huh? What does that mean?"

"I am asking you."

"You ask me.?" I pointed at myself tentatively, and when the old guy nodded, I was instantly discouraged: "I don't know!"

"You don't even know about your arm?" The old goblin looked at me in disbelief.

"Damn, what kind of theory is this?" I was unhappy: "Do I have to know what my arm means?"

"Okay, let me ask you, what is your name?"

The old goblin didn't know what I meant, so he glanced at me inexplicably: "Dewey."

"Very well, tell me, what does your name 'Dewey' mean?" I retorted.

In my impression, many people on earth do not know the meaning of their names, and I guess the same is true for Zephyr Continent.

"Dewey means 'maker' in goblin dialect," Dewey said seriously.

"Why don't you play by the rules?"

I pulled my hair and ears and almost collapsed.

"Okay Dewey, you can say whatever you like," I said, giving up on myself: "Anyway, I just don't know what the pattern on my arm means. What can you do to me? Hit me, hit me! Oh, damn, you really hit me! Stinky old man! It’s over, my head hurts and I can’t get up!"

Covering my head, I leaned on the table and said, "Tell you, you don't want me to get up without 1.8 million gold coins!"

Before he finished speaking, the old man Dewey suddenly leaned over and hit his head on the table.

I'll go ahead and play with this hand!

I was so frightened that I got up, with an innocent face and a mean smile: "Old man, I was joking just now, don't argue with me, get up quickly... Damn it, it's a porcelain, you should get up!"

Dewey then slowly raised his head and cleared his throat: "What's wrong, kid? Oh, it's okay, it's okay. I'm used to banging my head when I'm thinking about problems."

"It's weird to believe you!" I cursed silently in my heart, but pretended to have a look of realization on my face: "Hey, you are right, you are right."

Seeing that the old goblin had a slightly kind face, I hurriedly asked: "Smelly. Hey, old man, don't look at this graffiti on my arm, but I really don't know anything about it. Seeing how surprised you were just now, you seem to know this pattern. Tell me your origin, and it will also give me some insights, don’t you think?”

Seeing my 180-degree change in attitude, Dewey shook his disproportionate head, looking like an old expert, and deliberately let it slip: "You want to know?"

"Yes, of course I do!" It was a matter of life and fortune, so I was naturally very anxious.

"Actually, I don't know either." Dewey looked incomprehensible, but what he said was so unflattering that I almost couldn't hold it back.

"Smelly. Old man," I suppressed my anger and said, "Are you kidding me?"

"I'm not kidding you, I really don't know the meaning of the pattern on your left arm," Dewey said frankly.

My fist has been raised, and I don’t care whether I touch the porcelain or not. I’ll hit it first.

Before he could swing his fist, Dewey spoke again: "But, I know the meaning of the two symbols I just pointed at."

My anger subsided again, and I smiled cheekily: "Then I'll bother you, old man."

Ahem, Dewey cleared his throat twice and glanced at me.

I understood immediately, looked around, found a water glass, and filled it for him.

Well~ Dewey took a sip of water with satisfaction: "Are these patterns on your arms natural?"

"Yes."

"That's right," he said seriously, "these are not simple patterns, but words."

"Word?"

"Yes, it's words." He seemed to be lost in memories. While thinking, he said to me: "When I was a child, I went to play in the family's treasure house and saw similar patterns on some engineering parts. , that’s these two.”

As he spoke, he pointed to the two patterns on my arm. One was roughly shaped like a gear, and the other was more or less like a wrench.

I hummed and continued to listen.

"I read a lot about them to figure out what they meant, and ended up becoming a magic airship engineer."

There was a trace of vicissitudes of life on his face, as if he wanted to express the hardships he endured back then.

I nodded in agreement seriously, but I still didn't know what it meant: Does this have anything to do with me?

"After many years of research, I have become an authority in this field." He said with a proud look on his face: "Authority, do you understand, means very powerful!"

"Yeah, I understand, Mr. Authority, but what does what you said have to do with the pattern on my arm?"

"Of course. If I am not an authority, will you believe what I say next?"

I already had the urge to beat him to death.

"Through my identity, I read a large number of books and documents, and finally figured out the meaning of these two words."

He pointed to the gear-shaped pattern and said, "This represents the hub."

"And this," he clicked on the wrench image again, "represents correction."

"That's it." I asked thoughtfully, "Then what do 'pivot' and 'correction' mean?"

"I don't know what these two words on your arm mean, but they are of great use in the construction of magic airships."

Dewey moved his hands together and said vividly: "If the magic spacecraft wants to fly, it is enough to be equipped with a suspension device, but if you want to locate the direction, you need to use this symbol."

He pointed at the wrench and continued: "As long as this pattern is carved on the crystal and embedded in the head of the magic airship, the course of the airship can be easily adjusted."

"Moreover, this pattern" he pointed at the gear and babbled: "A pattern is drawn at the fusion point of two firmly welded steel bars. After inputting magic, the two steel bars can rotate in any direction. And the connection position is as strong as when welded!"

"There's more, there's more... Hey, why are you going? I haven't finished talking yet. Why did you leave? Come back. There's one more thing. I'll finish talking right away. Hey, hey, what are you pulling on my curtains for? ah?"

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