"As much as the seniors are willing to give, even if it is, the juniors have no objections!"

Roland didn't expect this lance to come from here, but he was extremely quick to react and immediately replied. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He didn't know how much Divine Hall merit points this weapon could be exchanged for, instead of asking for a sky-high price, it was better to retreat as an advance, and it was expected that Master Taman's identity would never take advantage of him.

Taman laughed, glared and said: "You kid is a little smart, I Taman won't let you suffer, how about giving you eight hundred merits?" ”

"Good!" Roland agreed without the slightest hesitation, even if he suffered a loss, it was completely worth it to be able to take this opportunity to meet a master of refining in the Divine Hall.

Taman nodded with satisfaction and said, "The kid is refreshing enough!" ”

He stretched out his big hand and patted Roland's shoulder hard, his leopard eyes showed appreciation, and the few temple stewards next to him looked envious and jealous.

Not to mention the value of the merits of the Eight Hundred Divine Hall, just Taman's appreciation is precious, if he is happy, he will give one or two divine weapons casually, and he will definitely make a lot of money.

And Oulu's expression was extremely depressed, wishing that there was a crack in the ground to get into, and no longer come out to be embarrassed, and his heart was full of resentment, fear, regret and other emotions, and his face became a little distorted.

He clenched his hands into fists and slowly retreated towards the door.

"Want to run?" What Oulu didn't expect was that Taman actually noticed his retreat, his face sank, and he shouted: "I don't know what is humble, get out of here!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he swung the riding gun in his hand violently, and instantly struck Oulu's body.

With a muffled thud, Oulu flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, flew out of the shop, fell heavily into the street, and then rolled several times before finally stopping.

He opened his mouth and spewed out a stream of bloody arrows, and the bones all over his body seemed to be broken, and he struggled to get up for a while, and at this time, there were many pedestrians on the street, and when they saw his embarrassed appearance, they suddenly burst into laughter.

Oulu, who fell to the ground, rolled his eyes and spurted out a mouthful of blood from his mouth again.

In fact, he was not seriously injured, Taman took a good shot, otherwise he would have been killed directly with one shot, there would be no problem, where would it be like now, just being knocked out.

But for Oulu, the greatest harm is humiliation, the embarrassment of being humiliated in public.

But Taman, who was in the workshop, didn't care like a fly, stared at the three temple stewards with his eyes, and said, "Do you want me to go out by yourself, or do you want me to go out?" ”

The three Divine Hall stewards were immediately frightened, and hurriedly hugged their heads and ran away.

"You troublemaker!"

One of the stewards passed by Oulu and stomped on him to vent his anger.

And looking at Oulu who was rolling on the ground and vomiting blood, Roland didn't have the slightest sympathy, such a despicable guy would be innocent of death, but it was a pity that he couldn't do it in the camp, otherwise he wouldn't mind sending him to the West Heaven.

Gerry was so happy that he wanted to step forward and kick it himself.

Roland took out the rest of the armor weapons, Taman just glanced at them, and said disdainfully: "These are not worth much, count fifty merits for you!" ”

For these equipment, Roland didn't have much hope, and he was also very satisfied with the gain of fifty merit points.

Taman took the identity card handed by Roland, crossed the merit value of the Divine Hall, and then said meaningfully: "If you want to trade with others in the future, it is best to complete it in the Divine Hall Hall, so as to ensure safety, don't think that the same palace is a good person!" ”

Taman's reminder was clearly kind, and there was some truth that didn't need to be said, and Roland knew it very well.

His heart sank, and he hurriedly said, "Thank you seniors for your advice!" ”

Taman waved his hand and said: "You're welcome, you can bring me this standard riding spear, I also have to accept your favor, if you need to refine any weapons and armor equipment in the future, you can come to me." ”

Roland smiled: "Senior, I really have something to trouble you!" ”

He took out his Moon Reflecting Sword and asked, "Can this sword be cultivated?" ”

The Moon Reflecting Sword is a low-grade soldier on the ground level, enchanted with the attributes of the light element, but after fighting in the underground tomb for three days, this sword was a little damaged, and the light of the sword body was much dimmer.

Roland sees the Moon Reflecting Sword as a help, so he wants to ask if he can fix it.

Taman was not surprised, took the Moon Reflecting Sword, and flicked his fingers lightly on the sword.

"Phew!" The sound of the sword was clear, and the aftermath was lingering, but if you looked closely, you could see that there were many gaps on the blade of the sword, and there were a few spots on the spine of the sword, which made this soldier lose his original brilliance.

Taman said: "Your sword has the essence of a mid-grade grade, but in the process of refining, there was a slight deviation, and as a result, the grade dropped by one level, which is considered a defective product. ”

After a pause, he continued: "You are usually powerful with a sword, but you have no experience in raising a sword and protecting a sword, this sword is getting worse and worse the more you use it, and now it is damaged, and it is also contaminated with cold air. ”

Roland was embarrassed for a while, he really didn't know how to maintain the sword.

"Senior, can it be repaired?"

Taman snorted and said proudly: "Of course, it's okay to fix it, and I can give it a new look, but the price you have to pay is not low, it's better to buy a new one." ”

"Buy a new one?" This idea just appeared in Roland's mind, and he was immediately rejected by him, because in Roland's heart, he already had feelings for the Moon Sword.

This war sword accompanied him, all the way through life and death, it is no longer as simple as a weapon, and it is really reluctant to give it up easily.

"If you're used to it, let's ask your seniors to make a move!"

Taman nodded and said, "Yes, as a sword user, you should regard the sword as your life, and you can't give it up for nothing. ”

He shouted in a deep voice, "Come in with me!" ”

The dwarven master turned around and went back to the inner workshop, and Roland didn't dare to slack off, so he let Gerry wait outside first, and he followed inside.

A wave of heat hit your face!

The furnace of the refining instrument was set in the workshop inside, the fire was burning extremely strong, the tongs and other tools placed on it were burned red, and two strong handymen were pulling the huge bellows back and forth.

The temperature here is at least several times higher than outside, and it is not at all something that ordinary people can bear, but fortunately, Roland is now a mid-level knight and does not feel too much discomfort.

Taman threw the Moon Reflecting Sword directly into the furnace, and the sword body was instantly swallowed by the molten iron juice.

Roland was terrified, but Taman smiled, and in the pile of materials next to him, he found two pieces of ore and threw them together.

"You kid is lucky, these two pieces of dark iron ore are the ones I just collected, and they are the most suitable for integrating into the sword weapon."

As he spoke, he grasped the hilt of his sword and turned it slightly, not caring about the heat of the fire, and after a moment, he drew his sword from the furnace, placed it on the anvil, and slammed the hammer down.

The sound of thrashing was incessant, his rough and powerful movements, and the little splashing sparks, so that Roland had to retreat to the edge of the corner.

Taman's technique was extremely skillful, each movement carrying a special rhythm, precise and perfect, and after a thousand strokes, he re-stuffed the Moon Reflecting Sword into the furnace, as if fused with new materials.

And so on and so forth, and time flies by.

An hour later, the Moon Reflecting Sword was in Taman's hand, and it finally took on a new year!

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