Humming a tune and bragging, Xie Feng and his party arrived at their second destination - Sunuo in the evening of the day with ease and joy.

After entering the prosperous Sunuo, it was getting dark, so Xie Feng led everyone to find a tavern and prepare to stay.

After asking the tavern owner about the price of accommodation, Xie Feng turned around and saw an acquaintance among the drinking crowd - exactly one of the people he came to Sunuo to find - the craftsman leader Lorse.

At this time, the craftsman leader was drunk and red-faced, bragging to the people at the same table - holy shit! What time was it? He was already red-faced from drinking. Has this old man been here all day?

Xie Feng walked up behind Lorse, patted his shoulder, and said close to him: "Hey, Lorse, long time no see."

Lorse turned around and looked at Xie Feng, a little confused in his eyes, and asked: "Who are you?"

Oh! He no longer recognizes himself. No wonder. We haven’t seen him for so long, so it’s normal for him not to recognize him.

So Xie Feng untied the Atonement Soul-Suppressing Sword tied to his waist, handed it to Lorse and said, "Take a look at this first."

Lorse pulled out Xie Feng's sword. After looking at it for a while, he said drunkenly: "Well... this sword... seems to have been repaired..."

Xie Feng smiled and said: "Yes, what else? Did you remember anything?"

After looking at the sword for a while, Lorse said: "Well... this sword-repairing craftsman... is highly skilled... skilled... it is really very rare in the entire continent of Calradia... um... repairman

The person who wields the sword must be a world-famous senior craftsman!"

Xie Feng snatched the sword over, then grabbed Lorse's collar and cursed: "Hey! Old man! I think you are pretending to be drunk, right?"

Lorse chuckled, his face no longer drunk, and said: "Hey, don't be so rude, it's just a joke."

Xie Feng put down Lorse's collar and said maliciously: "Well, as an apology, please help me make a batch of special parts."

When Lorse heard this, he suddenly became angry: "Oh, it turns out you are asking for something from me..." Then suddenly he looked very painful and said sadly: "Oh, oh, oh! I was grabbed by your collar just now, and now

My neck hurts so much! Ouch, ouch! I’m going to die, I’m going to die!”

Xie Feng shrugged and said helplessly: "Hey, okay, stop pretending, at worst, the money for your drink will be mine."

After hearing this, Lorse suddenly became more energetic, and then said: "Well, it doesn't seem to hurt as much as before. However, it takes a lot of time and energy to make a batch of special parts... Oops, ouch.

!My neck started to hurt again.”

Xie Feng's heart beat like thunder and he said, "What do you want?"

Lorse said: "Well, I seem to remember that I still owe the owner of this tavern more than a month's drink money."

Xie Feng said frantically: "Hey! You don't seem to be short of money, right? Why do you still owe others money for drinks? Moreover, the most money owed by others for drinks is only one or two meals. How can the boss be willing to give you a month's debt?"

Lorse smiled and said: "What is my identity? I owe several months of drinking money and it's not just a matter of words? Anyway, there are always people who come to pay for me..." After saying that, he looked at Xie Feng maliciously.

He seemed to be saying: "For example, you." Then he added: "For this reason, well, when I go out to drink, I am directly in debt. I have to leave some opportunities for some people to express themselves."

Xie Feng was furious: "Hey! Old man, you..."

Lorse suddenly shouted: "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, my neck... it's not going to work, I'm afraid I'm going to die, and I won't be able to make the parts you want me to make."

Xie Feng was speechless for a while and could only say: "Oh! I'm afraid of you, boss!"

Then he turned to the tavern owner and said, "The wine money this old man owes will be charged to my account."

When the tavern owner heard this, he smiled and made an "OK" gesture to Xie Feng, as if he was no longer surprised by this situation.

Seeing that his goal was achieved, Lorse said comfortably: "Well, my neck feels much more comfortable - by the way, what special parts do you want me to make for you?"

Xie Feng lowered his head and said in Lorse's ear: "We're inviting you upstairs."

In a room on the second floor of the tavern, Xie Feng and Lorse sat opposite each other.

"Tell me." Lorse said, "What special parts do you want me to make? It's so mysterious. If it's difficult, I'll have to charge more."

I'll wipe it! Charge? What does the price of the drink just count?

Xie Feng resisted complaining and "took out" some drawings of the musket production designed by Ali from his arms, handed it to Lorse and said: "That's it. Ordinary craftsmen can't make such fine parts, so I also

I can only rely on you."

Lorse took the drawing and looked at it carefully.

Time passed slowly, until Lorser finished reading the drawings, threw them on the table, and said helplessly: "Sorry, I can't make it."
Chapter completed!