Chapter 3138 Master’s Work

This is a town much smaller than the previous one.

A familiar scene appeared outside the city again - rows, rows, and rows of locomotives, all stopping at the city gate.

If anyone can stack them together, they can build up an entire city wall.

“It’s really a huge journey!”

I couldn't help but sigh.

After sighing, I started the motorcycle and came to the city gate. Through the car window, I handed the gate guard a handful of copper coins, said "Nao", and drove into the city.

Paying for the road is an old rule. I am already familiar with the road.

The motorcycle stopped at the city gate on the other side, and after paying another toll, he took the Blue Witch into the city.

I first found a hotel to rest, and then I went downstairs alone to buy supplies.

Since the supplies were not expensive, I only prepared a small amount of supplies. Later, in order to avoid the shivering adventurers, I had no choice but to take refuge in a weapons shop.

The owner of the weapons shop is a strong woman, and she is also a shrewd and experienced owner. She could tell at a glance that I was not a customer, so she only glanced up at me and continued to hammer out rough weapons.

The knocking sound made by the collision between metals is loud and harsh, but I have long been accustomed to this sound. After all, Mi Lulu's uncle Lao Paqi is the owner of the weapons shop. He is good at making weapons and is famous throughout Jin Siqi's guild.

Just kidding, as a blacksmith stationed in a guild, if you don’t have any skills and can’t amaze everyone with your skills, how can you enjoy the sense of excellence?

Old Patch quite enjoyed this sense of superiority. In order to maintain this sense of superiority, he had to work hard to build better weapons.

But speaking of it, Old Patch's forging skills are really impressive. The hammering and hammering may seem random, but in fact they are just right. In the words of a certain forging master from Fort Wych: Old Patch has not mastered magic except Except for the forging skills of weapons, no other weapons can defeat him.

This is not just a compliment, but also an affirmation.

More importantly, the person who evaluated Old Patch's skills was a dwarf forging master. As we all know, dwarves are straight-talkers and rarely lie.

This also invisibly contributed to Lao Patch's reputation.

The woman's forging skills were obviously inferior to those of Old Patch, but compared with most forging craftsmen, she was still ahead of them.

Although I am not a craftsman, and I don’t know much about forging, there are many forging craftsmen around me. Even the master blacksmith has a good personal relationship with me.

The boss was knocking, and I leaned against the wall and watched and listened quietly.

The walls, glass, and door panels of this weapons shop are extremely soundproof. Such a loud clang could not be heard even though it was only separated by a wall.

Of course, it doesn't mean that it is completely soundproof, but the volume is completely covered up by the noisy shouts and clashes of weapons on the street, which is no different than no sound coming out.

While I was thinking wildly, I suddenly heard a strong female voice: "Can you understand?"

I raised my head and saw the landlady looking at me with a half-smile.

Scratching my head, I responded: "Uh, I don't understand."

"Are you an adventurer?" she asked again.

"right."

As I spoke, I raised the demon knife in my hand.

"This knife is not from the devil world," the proprietress could tell at a glance.

"How do you know?" I asked puzzledly: "Does it have any characteristics?"

"Characteristics?" The landlady was slightly startled, then smiled and said, "None of the weapons in the demon world have magic waves."

"How is this possible?" I blurted out: "There are many people in the demon world, and it is not difficult to find a master who can forge magic weapons."

"Magic weapons are not weapons with magic waves. You have to understand this." The boss lady once again put the weapon blank into the water to cool down. With a chirping sound, white smoke came out, covering everything around me. The appearance of the landlady became a bit blurry.

"The weapon has a soul, which means it has life. As far as I know, there is only one person in the entire demon world who has the ability to give life to items."

"The Infernal One Ichi?"

"Do you know her?" The landlady was slightly surprised.

"Of course, when I passed the previous town, I made a special trip to visit her."

"Yes." The landlady nodded slightly and continued, "But she will never help any blacksmith give life to a weapon. This kind of behavior goes against the laws of nature."

"I agree with your statement." I nodded to express my attitude and said: "Once the weapon has life, it will breed character and other life elements. At this time, it must be cultivated like a child, otherwise it will be a little neglected. Your own weapons may become talkative.”

Hearing this, the landlady smiled and said, "It seems you have quite a lot of experience in this area?"

I replied expressionlessly: "This is not called experience, this is called healing after a long illness."

"However, even if you become a chatterbox, there are still people vying for such a weapon." The proprietress picked up the hammer again, and while smashing it, she said: "Once the weapon with life matches the user's magic wave, it can Exhibiting power far beyond imagination.”

"Does that mean one plus one is greater than two?"

"Your metaphor is very accurate," said the landlady: "But how many people in this world can be recognized by weapons?"

She sighed softly and shook her head slightly with emotion: "Even the apostles can't do it, but you are the only person I have ever seen who has such talent and luck."

I smiled politely and said, "Thank you."

Then, there was a moment of silence.

During this period, I took a look at every weapon and equipment here. The workmanship is quite sophisticated, and there are even a few pieces that are of excellent quality.

"How do you sell the weapons here?"

The proprietress didn't even raise her head as she said, "The ones at the first three booths cost twenty silver coins each, and the ones at the last booth bring their own prices."

“Is there a lowest price?”

"No."

"Then what if I offer the price of one copper coin?"

"I will beat you out." The landlady said with a smile: "Do you think weapons and equipment of such excellent quality can be sold for one copper coin each?"

"Of course it's impossible," I explained, "I'm just giving an example."

"I'm just talking," the landlady said, "but if you actually give me a copper coin, I'll still beat you out."

"Well, you are right. None of the weapons and equipment in the last booth are ordinary items. It is not an exaggeration to call them masterpieces."

"That's a bit too much to praise." The proprietress glanced at the demon sword and said, "When it comes to masterpieces, yours is truly a masterpiece. I don't know who made it. Is it lucky enough to meet the master? "