Looking at the gray crystals floating in front of him, Mo He's face was still full of vigilance, and he didn't reach out to pick it up, his eyes flashed and he said in a low voice: "Strange mage!"

"Take back what you said you said!"

"I don't dare take anything from a strange mage!"

"You said you didn't come with malice, but your actions made me unable to believe your words!"

"If you want to gain my basic trust, then at least show your sincerity!"

After saying that, Mo He continued to hold the forging hammer in his hand and stared at the muse with a vigilant gaze.

"You want me to show my sincerity?" After retrieving the medium-sized soul crystal, the muse replied extremely quickly, "Of course!"

As he spoke, the layers of light curtains on the muse quickly dissipated, revealing a gray-robed figure under the defensive spell, and he spread his hands and said, "Now I have dispersed my defensive spell, and the distance between me and you as a powerful warrior is less than 5 yards. ”

"That means if you want to kill me now, I won't have time to make any defenses. ”

"So do you think that sincerity is enough?"

Looking at the muse's actions, Mo He's expression also relaxed a little, and he said in a low voice: "Strange mage, although I don't believe that you really don't have any defensive ability, but you at least show a trace of sincerity."

"Stand back, then, get out of the way!"

"If there's anything, let me go out and confirm the situation of my people before we talk about it!"

A smile appeared on his lips, and the muse quietly stepped back and made way.

Even when Mo He slowly walked past him and swung the heavy hammer a few times in a threatening manner, the muse did not change his face.

As Mo He said, of course, it is impossible for the muse not to have any defensive ability, even if Mo He is in trouble, he is confident enough to use instant spells to defend!

When Mo He walked to the place where the front hall of the blacksmith shop was located, all he saw was seven or eight gray dwarves lying on the ground, all of them in a deep coma, but there were really no injuries on the surface of their bodies.

After a cursory examination, Mo He's face was much better, and at this time, the muse's voice also sounded: "So, Master Mo He, do you believe in my sincerity?"

Turning his head to look at the muse who had walked out at some point, standing in front of the passage between the forging room and the front hall and asking questions, Mo He's face sank again.

Removing a wine bag from the wall, Mo He sat on a low stone chair with dwarven characteristics on the side, raised his head and poured a sip of the ale wine in it, and then he opened his eyes wide and said to the muse: "Strange mage!"

"Although I think you should go out and turn left and go straight, there is a mage shop called 'Gorrik's Box' at the end that is more suitable for you. ”

"But you mages are always secretive, and I don't bother to think about why you're here. ”

"Tell me what you mean!"

"If you need me to build something for you, get paid first!"

"It's not cheap to ask me to do it! Especially now that I'm in a bad mood!"

At this time, the muse chuckled, and then turned his hand over and took out a scroll, and read into the words on it: "Mohe Shixin, gray dwarf, a gray dwarf warrior of the tenth level of the professional level, has a certain amount of spiritual energy......"

“......”

"With the blacksmith's master-level forging ability, he can easily forge high-level weapons and equipment......"

“......”

"Five years ago, he entered Deira City as a mercenary group, but soon led the gray dwarves in the mercenary group to leave the group due to internal discord, and opened a blacksmith shop in Deira City......"

"With his superb forging ability, he quickly attracted the attention of the Curtis family, who ran a weapons and equipment business, and then signed a contract to take over the order of the Curtis family, and every month to build a hundred exquisite weapons and equipment for the Curtis family......"

“......”

Listening to the information read by the muse, Mo He's face showed a look of indifference, and he raised his head and poured a large sip of ale wine, and the golden wine leaked from the corners of his mouth.

Looking at Mo He, who was pouring ale, the smile on the corner of the muse's mouth became a little mysterious, he casually threw the scroll in his hand back, and then took out another scroll and read it to himself: "The frost month of 1638 in the calendar of the gods. ”

"100 pounds of bacon, 800 pounds of black bread, 500 pounds of salt......"

"The month of fireworks in the calendar of the gods in 1639. ”

"Fifty barrels of rye wine, three hundred pounds of bacon, five hundred bags of flour ......"

"The month of harvest in the calendar of the gods in 1639. ”

"Seven hundred sacks of wheat, a hundred barrels of rye wine, a hundred pounds of dried fish......"

“......”

And when he heard these seemingly meaningless things recited by the muse, Mo He's eyes suddenly widened, and he was gulping down the ale as if he had choked, coughing and squirting out all the golden wine!

Ignoring the fact that the wine was stained with his well-maintained beard, Mo He threw the wine bag in his hand onto the stone table in front of him, letting the golden wine flow, and with a stubby and powerful hand, he took a two-handed heavy war hammer on the ground into his hand.

And with the heavy war hammer in his heavy hands, pointing at the muse, Mo He's face was gloomy: "What is in your hand!"

"What is this?" Mo He's actions were not surprised at all, and the muse who stopped chanting was covered with a light curtain made of a force field shield again, and he shook the scroll in his hand, "It's just a list of the large quantities of grain you have bought many times, Master Mo He!"