Chapter 447: Forger Guild President Mort

The atmosphere in the blacksmith shop was oppressive. He looked at Amiqi with bright eyes, but he felt that Zhang Xing could see his thoughts clearly.

His heart was cold, and a feeling of irritability arose. Just as he was about to change the subject, he heard someone behind him shouting: "Master Amiqi, the president wants to see you!"

Looking back at the person who came, it was Rops, the second-level blacksmith of the Blacksmith Guild.

"How is Mort?"

Amiqi asked anxiously with a worried look on his face.

Amiqi and President Mort have been friends for many years. This blacksmith shop was opened with the funding of Mort.

Last month, Mort suddenly fell ill. He invited Audley, the most famous fourth-level pharmacist of the Pharmacist Guild, to treat him for more than half a month, but he still didn't get better.

Sending someone here suddenly, could it be...

Some kind of ominous premonition appeared.

"President Mort is probably... not going to make it!"

Rops replied heavily.

"Where is pharmacist Audley?" Amiqi asked.

"He can't do anything about it!" Ropes shook his head.

The two fell into a brief silence.

"Excuse me, what disease does Morte have?"

Zhang Xing asked curiously.

Hearing the voice, Ropes was also surprised to see Zhang Xing's appearance.

"Who is this?"

"He... He is a friend of mine."

Amiqi didn't dare to treat Zhang Xing as a shop assistant.

Nodding, Ropes said: "It's because we can't find out what the disease is, so we can't prescribe medicine."

"Okay, let's go and see it together. We don't know medical skills, and it's useless to rack our brains."

Amiqi waved his short and strong arms and walked out first.

Zhang Xing followed him and took a look at the situation first. If he could cure it, he would help. The president of the Blacksmith Guild should know the existence of the black market, and he might be a frequent visitor there.

The three walked for more than ten minutes and came to a small building with a large area. This is the Blacksmith Guild.

Ropes led the two to the second floor. As soon as they entered, there was a hall. Dozens of old men sat on chairs with serious expressions and talked softly.

Seeing Amiqi, many people nodded in a friendly manner.

The door of a room in the middle of the hall was ajar, and heavy breathing could be clearly heard from inside.

"Master Amiqi, you go in alone."

Ropes opened the door sideways and said softly.

Zhang Xing looked inside, said nothing, found an empty seat and sat down by himself.

A few minutes later, Amiqi walked out with a sad face and came to an old man.

"Sir Audley, is Mort really incurable?"

Shaking his head: "I have tried my best..."

Audley's reputation in Wanwu City is well-known. He is an authority in curing diseases and saving lives, and no one can match him.

What he said is the law, and no one doubts it.

Since he said he tried his best, it means that Mort is really not good enough.

Everyone sighed and shook their heads. Losing another top-level fourth-level forging master was a loss for Wanwu City and the entire forging guild.

"Sir Audley, Mort has no children, and I am his only friend in this life. Please think of a way. I beg you..."

Amiqi choked up and couldn't speak any more, his eyes were red.

"Hey! President Mort won't live until dawn, you should prepare for his funeral!"

Pharmacist Audley didn't want to say this, but the fact was that it would be the same even if he didn't say it.

Now it was quiet, and for a while, the whole hall was filled with sadness. After hearing the final verdict, the last glimmer of hope in many people's eyes disappeared.