The efficiency of the mercenary craftsmen from the south was so shocked by the officers and the local craftsmen in Jinhu City. Their tools alone made the officers envious. It was forged with steel refined from the stove left by ancient dwarves. Legend has it that the god worshipped by the dwarves was not the Lord of the stove, and the Lord of the stove was only among the main gods after defeating the gods of the dwarves.

As a place where the top craftsmen of the kingdom gather, even the Principality opposite the Rune Hills was envious of it. The top skills of craftsmen in history have continuously improved the ancient castle left by the dwarves of Shilu Castle. The infrastructure, city defense, sewers, etc. in the city can be said to be ahead of the entire era.

However, this stone furnace castle is now surrounded by plague, and the craftsmen have escaped from there. Although the local residents cast doubt and distrustful eyes at the outsiders at the beginning, after seeing their skills and abilities, it is difficult for even the most sarcastic people to make dissatisfied statements about their work.

"They are simply locusts!" Looking at the once dense hills that were now bare, an officer said to the soldiers beside him, and then he spat and turned his head with regret. Now standing on the walls of Jinshui City, he saw that the hills were full of wooden stakes, like heads covered with lumps. Logs rolled down from the mountain and were loaded into carriages to send to the mercenaries' camp. Half of them had been converted into workshops made of leather and rags. The craftsmen in the city also brought tools here to work with the mercenaries to make the equipment to guard the city.

"Ha? Twelve silver coins? Old man, are you crazy about money?" Ding Ke frowned and threw the light steel short sword back to the stall where the weapons were neatly placed. The clang sound made Uncle Ryan's face turn red.

"Little girl! If you don't know the goods, just get out of the way. Don't block my guests!" Uncle Ryan said to Ding Ke in anger, "Besides, didn't Liehua already make you a weapon? What are you looking for here? Could it be that ladylike sword was also broken by you?!"

"No, 'Lady' is good!" Ding Ke glared back, speaking without any scruples. The people who were watching at first thought they were quarreling, but after hearing it, they realized that the two seemed to know each other. "It was only after several rounds of battle that the great sword was inconvenient to be used in narrow places in the alleys, so he thought of bringing a secondary weapon."

As she said that, she glanced at Ryan's stall again, "But it seems that there is nothing here that can be taken out."

"Little girl, that's not what you said when you first arrived at Shilu Castle!" Ryan immediately blew his beard and glared, "Who was staying in front of my stall at that time and refused to leave?"

"It's Coria?" Ding Ke looked at his companion beside him.

"How could it be me! It's obviously you guy!" Coria said dissatisfied.

"It's impossible!" Ding Ke looked in disbelief.

"It's true. At that time, you still wanted to borrow money from me." Mai, who was eating a wooden canned pickled honey pomelo, said, his eyes never leaving the wooden spoon in his hand.

And Mozi just blinked and looked at them without saying anything.

"Hmph, I don't know who was crying and making a fuss and asking me to help her get a discount." Uncle Ryan then showed a proud smile.

"No, that's just a simple threat..." Coria, who was standing beside her, couldn't help but say. She recalled the scene where Ding Ke wanted to draw his sword and chop people because of the ridiculed uncle of the blacksmith. If the three of them hadn't stopped him by the side, it might have caused a disaster, but the blacksmith himself seemed to have not realized it.

"Ha? Just for these rags?" Ding Ke asked, pointing to the weapons on the stall.

Then Coria almost saw the breath coming out of Uncle Ryan's nose, and the blue veins on his bald head were prominent, as if a volcano was about to erupt. This was the same as last time, but the person who was ridiculed and angered turned around. Coria was embarrassed and annoyed when she remembered the last scene. Almost everyone around was looking at Ding Ke and laughed, and the three of them were dragged in. "Hey! Ding Ke! So rude! Apologize!" Coria blamed her nervously.

"I'm sorry." Mozi bowed.

"Why do I have to apologize?" Coria suddenly felt a little headache.

"Why do you want to apologize for the rags?" Ding Ke himself said unconsciously, with a look of dissatisfaction on his face.

"You girl!" Uncle Ryan's roar attracted the attention of the people around him, "Don't think that you can show off your power here by taking a handful of Fiery Flowers!"

"Hmph!" Ding Ke put his hands on his hips and raised his chest, as if he was very proud.

Suddenly the blacksmith raised his hand. Just as Coria thought he was going to take action in anger, he grabbed the cloth cushion under the stall, and pulled it up, and the weapons on it scattered all over the ground, "Okay! Then let you open your eyes today! Look at my hard work, uncle!"

Ryan's actions and words attracted the attention of many people around him. When Coria reacted, they were surrounded by people and NPCs who were watching the fun. Many people came to join in the fun, but there were also many taciturn and silent mercenaries who came to see what the blacksmith called "heart-working work".

Coria retreated nervously because the crowd consciously kept a distance from them, and obviously had already counted them into the conflict farce between Ding Ke and the Blacksmith. This was the case again, Coria sighed.

"Look at it!" Uncle Blacksmith slapped a wooden box heavily on the table. Coria was a little nervous. Will his extremely muscular arms slap the table. Coria noticed that the wooden box was simple and unpretentious, just an ordinary wooden box. If you only saw this box, you would never think of something as valuable as the so-called "work of hard work". It was indeed a rough man, Coria commented.

"This is what Liehua admires me when she sees it. My masterpiece!" As he said that, the blacksmith took out a small key from the blacksmith's apron. The key was quite incompatible with his big hands. It made people feel the urge to laugh suddenly, but Coria still held it tightly. After all, this blacksmith who wanted to save face was likely to regard her actions as a mockery.

Then he lowered his head to unlock the lock, and the sound of clattering continued to come, and everyone around him held their breath.

One second passed, two seconds...

Crack Crack Crack.

"Wait, wait a moment." Uncle Blacksmith said awkwardly, "This lock is a bit..."

Crack Crack Crack.

"Hey! I'm so annoying! Can't you just smash it with a hammer?" Ding Ke shouted impatiently.

"Idiot! This is the extremely precise 'dwarf lock'! If it is forcibly removed, the parts inside will pop up like bullets!" Uncle Blacksmith replied loudly.

"Ha? Does that kind of thing really exist?!" Dink questioned without any concealment.

"Don't question science, little girl!"

"No, this is not science, right..." Coria couldn't help but say.

Click. Then the lock suddenly opened.

"Hu." Uncle Blacksmith breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's finally opened." Ding Ke frowned, his face full of impatientness and dissatisfaction.

"Ahem," Uncle Blacksmith cleared his throat, then raised his head again, "I'll do it again." Then he reached out and grabbed the lid of the long and narrow wooden box, "Look at it! This is the masterpiece that even Liehua and Madara were amazed when they saw it!"

He actually said it again. This time, Coria resisted not saying it, but that Banden... refers to Banden, one of the chief craftsmen? Coria heard of his name when he went to Stone Fort with the Ghost Sword Brigade, but he had never seen a real person. However, he heard that most of the chief craftsmen are weird people. After seeing Liehua, Coria also agreed with this statement.

"Look!" Uncle Blacksmith slowly uncovered the lid, and the expected light did not appear. However, when Coria turned around and looked at the onlookers, she found that the person standing in the back row could not help but stick out her head, "This is-"

"My masterpiece!" The blacksmith raised the narrow wooden box and showed everyone present what was inside. It was a green short sword lying on red velvet. The sword body was as smooth as a mirror, with a faint green pattern like malachite, showing a streamlined blade, with fine leather tied to the hilt of the sword, and the counterweight ball on the top was dotted with blood dripping stones.

"Viral Teeth." The blacksmith said its name with satisfaction after seeing the expressions of everyone. It was like the name. It was a weapon like the fangs of a poisonous snake, and its green luster made people unable to look away.

"This is... an enchanting weapon?!" someone exclaimed.

"Can this blacksmith forge an enchanting weapon?" People suddenly looked at the blacksmith with respect.

"Although I really want to say that, in fact, this is not an enchanting weapon," Uncle Blacksmith smiled proudly, and then put the wooden box containing the "poisonous fang" short sword back on the table. "As you can see, this sword has a 'poison attribute', and people can be poisoned as long as they stab the enemy, but this is not because of enchantment, but a special weapon forged with craftsmanship and special materials!"

"Hmph, how about it, little girl?" Uncle Blacksmith looked at Ding Ke proudly and said.

"Special...weapon." Coria suddenly realized that Ding Ke was also staring at the sword blankly, and her arrogant look just now disappeared without a trace.

"Haha, are you stunned?" Uncle Blacksmith seemed very satisfied with Ding Ke's reaction.

"This is... a special weapon."

Coria saw that the corner of Ding Ke's mouth was unnaturally pulled, but it immediately returned to normal. No, it was a bit not very good.

"That's right!" But the owner of the weapon did not notice this at all.

"This is a special weapon!" Ding Ke suddenly became excited and pulled the corners of his mouth uncontrollably.

"No, that's right." Uncle Blacksmith seemed to have finally noticed the abnormality. He reached out to cover the lid of the wooden box.

Bang! Ding Ke suddenly slapped the table with one hand, and the blacksmith was also startled by her actions, but her eyes seemed to be flashing at this moment. She pointed to the wooden box and shouted excitedly: "Uncle! Sell this to me! I will give you twelve silver coins!"

"Ha? What are you kidding?!"

"Then, I'll give you fifteen silver coins!"

"Are you serious?"

"Well, okay! I'll give you twenty silver coins with the pain!"

"Hey! Come and pull you mad companion away!"

"Damn it, then twenty-five!"

"Hey! Ding Ke, stop making trouble, you can stop at it!"

"Ahhhhh, I get it. I will buy it if I borrow money! Mai! Lend me a little!"

"Give up, you can't afford it."

"No! Mozi! Mozi! Lend me money, lend me money!"

"sorry."

"So why did Mozi apologize!"

"Why are my friends all a bunch of poor people!"

"You're enough! Stop embarrassing!"

...

"Hey, man." Walin looked around calmly, and the muscles on his face seemed to have twitched, "You haven't said that this will happen, it's an extra fee."

"Isn't the bodyguard just used to deal with this situation?" Anthony, who was back to back, said in a deep voice, and then he sighed, "Forget it, I understand. If I can go back safely, I will pay you an extra reward."

"Why does this sound so much like a flag?" Varin, holding a long-blade sword, joked, but his tone didn't seem to be a joke at all.

The two of them walked into an alley at some time - or the people around them disappeared at any time. When they realized that they were already in a remote alley, and at this time the roads they had been blocked by several masked people.

Is it magic? Anthony's first reaction was that, no, it was no longer magic, but witchcraft or something. But these things would have to be thought about later. At present, the important things were in front of him. Anthony looked at the people in front of him, who covered their faces with different colors of rags, revealing pairs of unkind eyes. He either held a shaky dagger or a hardwood stick wrapped in rags, and even a strong man held a sharp axe.

"I have reason to suspect that you are in the same group with them, right?" Varin said suddenly, "Turn me here and kill me?"

"It's possible," Anthony agreed, "but I'm not in the same group as them, I can only tell you this." Anthony took off his uncommon sword from his waist, "I guarantee it with my reputation."

"Hey hey hey, man, do you have a reputation?"

"Have you heard of the name 'Drake'?" Anthony asked in a low voice.

Walin was stunned. Just as Anthony was waiting for his answer, he suddenly laughed, "Oh, it seems that he really met a big customer this time."

"Have you said enough?" The strong man holding the sharp axe suddenly asked in a deep voice. Then, without waiting for the two of them to answer, he raised the axe in his hand and pointed it at them, "Kill them." Without any unnecessary words or actions, simple and clear instructions, the silent killers immediately moved their bodies.

There were five people in total, two in front of Anthony, and three in Valin behind him, while the strong man holding axe stood behind and looked coldly.

"Can't you have a good talk?" Varin asked helplessly, "Why must you see blood?"

"If Jinzi says that, wouldn't it be enough to take away from you after you die?" A killer holding a dagger smiled gloomyly.

"Hmm? Have you misunderstood something?" Wallin suddenly showed a surprised expression, and then he burst into laughter, and the killers were stunned by his abnormal behavior. Anthony was also a little confused by the actions of the man behind him.
To be continued...