It Couldn’t Be. Here? Now? (1)
Although Shi An truly did not want to see Mu Heng, having a bag like that would be very convenient.
He thought about it and finally decided to take a gamble.
Shi An opened his contact list, found Zhuo Fu, composed a message, and sent it over.
Soon, Zhuo Fu returned the message.
“There is! There is!”
Before Shi An could reply, a new text message was sent. “Don’t worry. No need to be polite with me. If you need me for anything, you can look for me at the lab. I will help you prepare one.”
There was a bouncing rabbit emoji attached to it.
Well, that was pretty easy.
Shi An thought about it and sent another message. “By the way, is Mu Heng there?”
Zhuo Fu was silent for a few seconds. “He is going outside for a mission and is currently not here. Why? Can’t you contact him? Do you need me to help look for him?”
Shi An hurriedly replied, “No. No. No. I’m just asking.”
He paused and also sent a rabbit emoji over.
After putting down the phone, Shi An was slightly more at ease.
Since Mu Heng went out on a mission, he could avoid running into anyone if he went to get something from Zhuo Fu now
Twenty minutes later.
Shi An was familiar with the way to the laboratory in the Bureau.
The translucent glass door in front of him was closed and he could vaguely see the shadows of people inside.
The door of the laboratory slowly opened.
Zhuo Fu’s body was loosely draped with a white coat. He raised his eyes to the door and looked over, enthusiastically waving to Shi An. “Here! Come in! Come in!”
Although Shi An had been here more than once, it was basically for some perfunctory tests and he waited outside most of the time. This was the first time he came to the heart of the lab.
Shi An curiously surveyed the giant laboratory in front of him.
The dome was high and wide and the overall color was cold silver-white, stretching in all directions. The thick metal walls were processed in a unique way to block the view and stop the magic from entering and exiting.
Zhuo Fu walked over quickly and said enthusiastically, “An An, I didn’t expect you to look for my help in the first place. I’m touched!”
He winked at Shi An. “How big do you want it to be able to hold?”
Shi An thought about it and made his request a little vaguer. “The bigger the better?”
“Wow!” Zhuo Fu stared in awe. “You’re not asking for much!”
He frowned, thought carefully for a moment, and then said, “Follow me.”
After saying that, he led Shi An toward the interior.
One of the metal doors was open, revealing a row of magically expanded bags.
Zhuo Fu enthusiastically introduced, “Those with high capacities are more or less here. If it’s for daily use, this section is excellent, no less than 500 cubic meters. The bigger one is also okay, but you must fill in a few forms and regularly send the bag back for a test to avoid unstable magic power in the interior or something like that…”
He chattered incessantly while leading Shi An inside.
Shi An’s eyes skimmed over the magically expanded bags in front of him and his eyes suddenly paused at an inconspicuous part in the corner.
It was much smaller than the others and looked out of place in its surroundings.
“What about this one?” Shi An asked, pointing at it.
Zhuo Fu said, “This…”
He scratched his head and said with embarrassment, “I was the one who made this… Hehe, it’s a semi-finished product.”
Shi An raised his eyes in confusion. “Semi-finished product?”
Zhuo Fu said, “Yes. I originally wanted to make the user input magic to increase the size of the expanding bag. Still, the final experimental feedback is average because most people’s magic is limited. Even with full power input, the expanded area is only half of the one I mentioned, but my theory is correct…”
He coughed and his voice became smaller. “It’s just not very practical.”
Shi An’s eyes gradually brightened with his narrative.
To increase the size of space by inputting magic power?
Isn’t this tailor-made for dragons?
“I want this one!” Shi An made an immediate decision.
Zhuo Fu answered, “… Eh?”
He was somewhat incredulous. “Really?”
Shi An nodded earnestly. “I like this one!”
Zhuo Fu sniffed with a touched look on his face. “You are willing to use this semi-finished product because of me! Huhuhu. An An, you’re so nice!”
Shi An: “…”
No, no, you’re overthinking things.
Zhuo Fu made a big wave with his hands. “I’m the one who made it, so you don’t need to register it. You can take it straight away if you want. No need to stand on ceremony!”
Shi An was satisfied and gave him a happy smile.
Zhuo Fu led Shi An outward.
At this point, Shi An’s pace slightly paused.
Irresistible traction came from not far away, dragging his eyes toward that direction.
It was a longsword.
The blade was like ice, polished and sharp like a brilliant and bright moonlight, releasing an icy aura outward.
When Shi An’s gaze touched the blade, he had the illusion of being cut. An intense coldness snaked up from his spine like a chill sweeping through his body.
It was as if he could smell blood and flames, steel, and death.
It was the smell of dragon blood.
In the next second, a scarlet shimmer flashed in the depths of the young man’s pitch-black eyes like a blaze of fire burning in the darkness.
In an instant, only a metallic clanging sound was heard.
The sword began to tremble slightly and invisible magical power fluctuations were released as if screaming for blood and the desire to kill.
Zhuo Fu, who was walking in front, was startled. “What is going on?”
He hurriedly walked over.
The two assistants around him looked at each other. “… Don’t know. It suddenly…”
Shi An suddenly returned to his senses and withdrew his eyes.
The sound of the sword ringing sharply reduced.
Zhuo Fu looked at Shi An apologetically. “I’m sorry to scare you. We haven’t fully understood this sword’s mechanism…”
Shi An shook his head, seeming a little distracted. “No problem.”
He said, “I will leave first, then.”
Zhuo Fu busily returned to his work and waved his hand at him. “I won’t see you out!”
Shi An walked out the door with a thoughtful look on his face.
Even without asking, he knew to whom the sword belonged.
