Patrick closed his eyes and drank it in one gulp, even if he had a ninth-level peak body, his face turned red instantly, and slowly dissipated after a few seconds, and when he opened his eyes, the expressions of satisfaction, nostalgia, reminiscence, regret, and greed appeared one by one, and finally his eyes returned to calm, and he sighed: "The 'Blue Elf' brewed by Mr. Lake has not been drunk for seven hundred years!

"You actually know Old Man Lake?"

"I don't know each other, but I just had a relationship, seven hundred years ago, when I was a seventh-level warrior, I passed by a place called Rhodes Town, and met Mr. Lake in a dilapidated tavern.

He was making a bet with everyone in the tavern that if anyone could drink a small cup of the 'Blue Elf' he brewed without falling down, he would give that person a thousand gold coins.

So the crowd went up and tried it, but they all fell to the ground drunk, and the old drunkard, who had drunk the most, only two-thirds of the way down.

I was young and vigorous, and I went up and tried it, and with just a few sips, I was able to go straight to a coma for two days, and when I woke up, Mr. Lake was long gone.

I'd love to see Ryker again... Hmmm, no, how do you have Mr. Lake's wine?"

"Can't I buy it?"

"No way! Because he had said at the time that he would not sell his wine, and would not make such a dirty trade as money, and I admired Mr. Lake very much. ”

Mogar couldn't help laughing, looking at Patrick like an idiot, and finally couldn't hold back, and sneered: "Cut, just the wine sold by the stinky old man in the past two years can... Fill this room and make a 'dirty deal'? You're going to laugh at me!"

"You... Do you know where Mr. Lake lives? Take me to find it... Forehead... It's definitely not ordinary people who can make this kind of sake, so forget it, I'm still not bored with it. ”

Mogar shook his shoulders, drank the wine in his glass in one gulp, and was about to get up and leave, but Patrick hurriedly stopped: "You haven't agreed to my request yet!"

"It's all said, I don't have that strength. ”

"Isn't there still three years to go, as long as it's a material below level seven, I can provide you with unlimited amounts for free, and you can come to me at any time if you have any technical questions, with your talent, three years is enough time to improve a lot." As long as you can win the first place, I will give you an additional 10 million gold rewards. ”

"What if... What happens if I don't get first place?"

"Actually, it's not going to be good, I'll give you three days to escape, and after three days, just pray that I won't find you, otherwise... Hum. ”

He held back his glance at the empty cup in his hand and added, "In this way, boy, as long as you give me that bottle of 'Blue Elf', I will allow you three chances to choose materials above level 7 for free, and give you an extra two days to escape." ”

Mo Jia'er's pupils suddenly contracted, but he clearly remembered that the letter written by his father clearly pointed out that when the smoking wine barrel said that the other party was given three days, it meant that this person only had three days left to live, and on the fourth day, the smoking wine barrel would definitely find that person, and torture that person to death with the torture of the enemy interrogated by the military headquarters, and the strong man with ninth-level strength could not escape the 'call' of death.

Mogar smiled unnaturally, in fact, without Patrick's invitation, Mogar would also participate in the 'Three Flame Hammer Core' competition, but that would not be until he reached the seventh level of the Forging Master.

Now that Patrick is providing protection, aiming for the reward of the competition and Patrick's extra 10 million gold coins, Mo Jiaer gritted his teeth and said fiercely:

"Okay, I agree to your request, but the conditions need to be changed a little, in addition to providing materials and your guidance for free, I also want a complete 'pulse' forging table, and a cubic meter of top-grade quenching liquid 'Raffite Xuekuang'. I can give you this bottle of 'Blue Elf', but..."

"Wait, boy, you don't want the lion to open your mouth, I can provide it to you, three cubes are no problem, but do you know the value of this pulse forging table?, you can give it if you say it!"

"I know, there are 51 kinds of top-grade flames and 13 kinds of elemental flames stored in it, and the most valuable thing is that it contains three refillable xenoflames, with a total cost of nearly three million gold coins, but to you, this is not even a fraction. ”

Seeing that he didn't speak, Mo Jiaer shook his shoulders, since he was gambling with his own life, he would definitely slaughter him severely, and said indifferently: "It's up to you, if you agree, then our agreement still counts, if you don't agree, then... Nothing to talk about. ”

"You..."

Patrick gritted his teeth, took a deep puff of his cigarette, spit out a white mist, and said secretly: "Okay, I promise you, if you have any other requirements, please say them together." ”

"Refreshing!'Blue Elf' can give it to you, but I don't want those three chances to exchange for materials above level seven, I just need you to go all out once!How about it?"

"As long as it doesn't exceed my bottom line!"

"No, how could it be beyond your bottom line!"

Mogar smiled, Patrick looked at his expression, and suddenly had an ominous premonition, but in an instant, this feeling was left behind, how much of a small kid can do it?

"One last thing, you need to get the level five forging badge now, and I can only handle the matters of participating in the competition later, you go to the second floor with Anthony Butler, and when you get the badge, the things you want are almost ready. ”

"Well, uh... Wait, please remove half of the chrome tin I ordered and replace it with the third-grade material 'ferrous iron' and the fourth-grade material 'brown cracked stone', thank you!"

"Yes, take this, and in the future, you can use this to pick up the materials you want for free at the 'VIP Service Window' on the fourth floor, and when I am free, I will tell you about your father's deeds, haha..."

Mogar nodded, and took a palm-sized token with the Arms Chamber logo engraved on the front: a long sword and a flaming warhammer crossed on a shield, and a short smoking pipe engraved on the back. He took two looks, put it in the ring, walked out of the room, and walked towards the second floor with Anthony, who was waiting at the door.

As soon as Mogar left, a secret door on the left side of the meeting room moved, and a figure shrouded in a black robe walked out and came to Patrick's side.

"President, with your recommendation, there's no need to have a level 5 forging badge, right?"

"No, I just want to see how strong this kid's forging strength is, if he doesn't even have a fourth-level forging strength, then he doesn't want to pulse or something. ”

"President, I'm curious, why do you fancy this kid so much? Why do you have to recommend him? I think Prince Ike's third grandson has an extremely strong talent for refining weapons, and now he is only 16 years old, and he has obtained the fifth-level forging badge, and he can completely represent our Eastern Continent Weapons Chamber of Commerce to participate in the 'Three Flame Hammer Core' competition. ”