"Mr. Blackjack, are you in there?"
Standing outside the camp, Goron shouted softly in a very respectful tone. Countless stories in his mind taught Goron the importance of etiquette and politeness in human society.
From the outside, the magician's camp is no different from other regular members of the fairy tale. Except for the sign with a magician's top hat standing at the door, it is located at the outermost position of the entire circus camp, not far away. You can see the simple wooden fence used to separate the inner and outer areas of Fairy Tale Circus.
"The door is unlocked... Come in by yourself." The magician's lazy and vague voice came from the tent.
Gron opened the door carefully and walked into the tent. Through the morning sunlight filtering through the gap, Gron also saw the scene inside the tent. Suddenly, the place where Gron thought he was coming was actually a fairy tale circus. garbage dump.
It was so messy here. Props of all sizes, boxes, boxes, and hats filled every inch of space on the floor. The highest pile of garbage was even higher than his people. Gronn had to clean it with his feet before he found a place where he could stand.
He couldn't see Black Jack, and he didn't know where this handsome, neatly dressed magic master was buried now.
But Gron was not anxious or impatient, he just stood and waited quietly. From the stories he heard, Goron also learned the importance of patience.
About ten minutes later, accompanied by the sound of stretching and yawning, a pile of "garbage" not far from Gron was tumbling. The great magician sat up from inside, shirtless, his eyes unfocused. He looked at Goron in front of him, as if what stood in front of him was not a living person, but just a piece of air. After a while, Black Jack seemed to have finally gotten rid of the entanglement of the Sandman. He rubbed his cheek with his palm a few times, then looked at Gron, waved and said: "Stand over a little, are you afraid that I will eat it?" You?"
Goron looked at his feet, with a troubled look on his face. He couldn't find a place to stay at all.
"Forget it, just stand there. By the way, have you had enough breakfast?"
Goron nodded, and Black Jack showed a malicious smile at this time, and said slowly: "As long as you are full, you may spend a long time in the future remembering this breakfast. Wait... wait for me, let me put on my clothes first."
Goron looked at Black Jack, and the expression on his face changed from respectful and cautious, to slightly surprised, to so shocked that he couldn't even close his mouth... Because Goron witnessed with his own eyes how a half-naked middle-aged man... Little by little, he transformed from a sloppy and vulgar dirty guy into a graceful and well-dressed magic master.
It's really like magic.
The magic master, who was neatly dressed and returned to normal appearance, rummaged through the garbage pile at his feet, then took out a small box from somewhere and threw it to Goron.
"Hold it and follow me."
Judging from the feel, the contents of this box would not be very heavy. Goron didn't know what Black Jack wanted to do, but he still followed him obediently until he reached the nearest seaside.
Looking at the familiar tide and listening to the sound of waves lapping at the shore, Goron, who had grown up by the sea since childhood, suddenly felt countless sadness in his heart, but he did not dare to show any abnormality.
Black Jack looked around and seemed to be quite satisfied with the surrounding environment. Then he turned and walked to Gron, opened the box in his arms, and took out three huge wooden bowls from inside.
"Look, what's in it?"
Looking at the small bowl that was raised in front of him, Goron smelled it, picked up the contents one by one, pinched a handful, and then said: "This is a bowl of white sesame seeds, a bowl of iron sand, and a bowl of iron sand." Is it... is it yellow sand?"
White sesame seeds once appeared in the goods list of the goblin merchant Tarkin Hillman. Goron has seen it twice. As a chef, he can naturally recognize it. There is nothing special about the iron sand. It is just the waste residue produced during iron smelting. It is unique. You can guess the feel and texture even if you haven't seen the real thing. As for the yellow sand, Goron is not sure, because the beaches here in Haishi Bay are composed of smooth and beautiful white sand, and these yellow sands Except for the yellow color, it is exactly the same as white sand.
"Very good..." A strange smile flashed across Black Jack's face. He then picked up the bowl of iron sand and the bowl of white sesame seeds and scattered them all on the beach in front of him.
Looking at the confused Goron, Black Jack sneered: "If you want to be my student, you must first pass my exam, and the first task is to pick up all these white sesame seeds and iron sand for me, and pretend Go into this bowl and I'll give you... Well, three hours should be enough."
Goron was completely stunned. Although the sea breeze was not strong this season, Black Jack did not hold back when he threw these sesame iron sands. Just a visual inspection, the iron sands were fine, and the white sesame seeds that were farthest away even flew out for two seconds. More than ten meters away.
"Before you complete the task, you are not allowed to drink water, eat, talk to others, and get help from others. Of course, you can give up at any time midway and get out of the fairy tale circus by yourself."
After saying these words, Black Jack turned and left, leaving behind Goron who was staring at the beach in a daze.
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Three hours later, Black Jack, who had just slept for the second time, yawned and returned to the beach. He saw Goron lying on the ground like a dead dog, panting. Next to him, two wooden bowls were placed. It contained the white sesame seeds and black iron sand that had been spilled previously.
After Groon discovered that Black Jack was back, although he was exhausted, he still struggled to get up and said hello to the magician.
"How did you do it?" Black Jack said calmly without any joy or anger on his face.
Goron sorted out his thoughts and replied slowly: "It is obviously impossible to pick up these iron sand and white sesame seeds one by one according to normal methods, so I spent half an hour and thought of what to do. How to separate them? Then it took another hour to collect all the nearby sand with a broom, then threw it up in handfuls, and used blowing to separate the lightest white sesame seeds in the sand. Sea sand and iron sand are not the same. They were too easy to separate, so I soaked them in batches in a basin, filled half of the basin with water, and stirred vigorously. Sea sand is lighter than iron sand, and it is easier to float on the upper layer of the water in the whirlpool of the water, while there is only In the remaining time, I dried the iron sand in the sun, and then picked out the sea sand mixed in... I can only use this stupid method, if I can have a magnet in my hand , that would be simpler.”
After saying these words, Gron lowered his head and waited for the magician's task assessment. To be honest, Gron was quite satisfied with the completion of his task. If he hadn't thought of this from the large number of stories he had heard, With several methods of separation, he could only stare blankly when faced with this task. And he completed this supposedly impossible task almost perfectly within the stipulated time. No matter what, Black Jack should recognize him.
The magician stretched out two fingers and pinched a small handful in the wooden bowl containing the iron sand, then slowly twisted his fingers, letting the iron sand on his fingertips fall into the bowl one by one, and then put his fingers on the Goron Opening it in front of him, a tiny grain of sea sand suddenly remained on his fingertips.
Goron suddenly broke into a cold sweat.
The magician casually threw the two wooden bowls behind him. The two large bowls were spinning in mid-air, and finally fell steadily back into the box. It could be seen from this hand alone that the skills on the magician's wrist were almost not as strong as the axe. When Wang Karaman chews bones, he is even more delicate and precise.
"The iron sand was not picked clean, and the amount of white sesame seeds was about one-thirtieth less. I really don't know where that smug smile on your face came from. Forget it, I didn't expect you to do anything. Better. Go and bring me the wooden bowl with the yellow sand."
When Gron gingerly took the wooden bowl, Black Jack, as expected, raised the bowl of yellow sand high and sprinkled it all on the white beach in front of him.
"The task this time is much 'simpler' than the last time. You just need to pick up all the yellow sand in this bowl for me, but this time you can't miss a single grain of sand. The rules are the same as last time. Likewise, you can't drink water, eat, talk to others, or get help from others before completing the task. Of course, you can still terminate the task at any time, so that you and I will be very relaxed." As if he suddenly remembered something, Black Jack patted his forehead and said, "By the way, since you have been busy all morning, I will give you a special treatment. There is no time limit for this mission."
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Iron sand and white sesame seeds have different qualities and properties. It is not difficult to separate them when mixed in sea sand with some tricks. However, yellow sand and white sand are both sea sand. There is no difference except for slight differences in color. The wind blows? blister? Grind? filter
Ideas flashed through Goron's mind, and then were rejected by himself. Goron sat on the beach, holding a handful of sand in his hand, and thought for two hours, but could not find any way to combine these two ideas. How to separate colors of sand.
Goron held the wooden bowl in one hand, his eyes dull, and the other hand mechanically picked up the yellow sand and threw it into the wooden bowl in his hand.
When Goron's bewildered eyes glanced at the wooden bowl in his hand, he found that the bottom layer of the wooden bowl had been covered with a thin layer of fine sand.
In an instant, like lightning exploding in Goron's mind, he finally realized that the way to distinguish two kinds of sand was just that simple? Wouldn't it be enough to just pick up those damn yellow sands one by one and put them into a bowl
With a silly, even crazy smile on his face, Goron lay on the beach and began to complete his exam meticulously, bit by bit, bit by bit.
"I will... never... give up."
Ten minutes have passed...
An hour has passed...
Ten hours have passed...
it's dark... ...
Goron was still lying on the beach, picking up sand one by one.
... ...
The fairy tale circus is not big. The story of Goron picking up sand at the beach for a whole day spread quickly. Many people were as interested in watching monsters and rare animals, and even organized groups to visit the sand-picking place at the beach. A fool, a madman.
They first looked at it from a distance, then slowly approached, and found that Gron was like a magic puppet, paying no attention to the outside environment. He was still lying there picking up sand without resting for a minute, so everyone Start laughing at his stupidity, laughing at his idiocy, and even start to guess the real intention of the magician Black Jack in ordering his disciples to do such boring things. Then a few hours later, a group of people who couldn't bear the boredom came and left, and finally only a few people remained.
There is Monica, Kaka, Marvin, Lucara, and Suarez...
The red-haired girl looked at Goron with gritted hatred at first, but after she looked at Goron for three full hours, her face had no expression at all.
Lucara walked to Suarez's side and said with a sneer: "Hehehehehe... It seems that the respected Mr. Black Jack and my teacher have surprisingly the same idea of treating the brat Goron. He clearly wants to force this guy away, or simply play him to death. What exams are there? Why don’t I remember what exams Mr. Black Jack took when he selected Xiu as his disciple? And this brat with a woman’s face. , he is a bit too stupid, if it were me..."
"If it were you, you would hold on for at most one or two hours, and then you would leave angrily, right?" Suarez took over what Lukla said, but her eyes never left Goron's body. After a while, he murmured to himself: "If it were me... how long can I hold on..."
Seeing the girl he had been pursuing looking at Goron with a look he had never seen before, Lucara gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "Suarez, you are the best. .. ... "
No one cared what Lukla was going to say, because just now, Goron, who had been lying on the beach, picking up sand for twenty-six hours and forty-five minutes, suddenly tilted his head and passed out on the beach. .. ...
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