"Eh, that's a coincidence." The warrior monk was the first to say hello.

"Senior sister, I'll just say it, this person must be a pervert, and he even tails following us, more perverted than that Tezzolo, don't worry, I'm a sunspot...... Oh! ”

A flash of electricity flashed.

Mikoto Misaka knocked Kuroko to the ground with a knee, clapped her hands and said, "It's okay, don't pay attention to her, are you here to build equipment too?" ”

"Uh——, yes." Sherlock felt that there seemed to be a misunderstanding of what he had known about the two men.

The three of them didn't ask each other what equipment they wanted to build, they just chatted casually, this kind of stranger who has met is actually the most difficult to get along with, and both sides are a little embarrassed.

If you don't speak, you will seem to be quite indifferent, and if you speak, you really have nothing to say.

Fortunately, this atmosphere did not last long.

"It's been a busy night, and it's finally done, I hope you can bring that thing out of Snake Valley this time." Thorin walked over with a strange prop.

Looking at the appearance, it is simply that the two snake eyes are fixed with an S-shaped strip, but from the magic fluctuations that are faintly emanating from them, it is not difficult to tell that this is a powerful magic prop.

It's just that I don't know what it does, and what the NPC says about it, which is not an easy task to make a dwarf build equipment overnight, and Sherlock guesses that the two of them may have triggered the hidden mission.

Now that I think about it, this possibility is quite high, if it wasn't for Illyrion's guidance, he wouldn't have been able to find the hidden snake valley, and if Mikoto Misaka and the others also received some tasks, then it makes sense to appear there.

"This staff is only a part of the staff, and if you succeed, I'll help you forge a complete soul."

"Master Thorin, we will definitely live up to the trust." Kuroko took the head of the cane solemnly and said solemnly, completely unable to see the childish appearance of calling him perverted just now.

"We have something to do, so let's go first." Mikoto Misaka politely said hello and pulled Kuroko out of the forging room.

"Hmph, Senior Sister is mine."

……

Eh, good cabbage makes good cabbage arch!

"Boy, which one do you think is pretty!"

"Mai Trin!" Hearing the voice in his ear, Sherlock subconsciously spoke.

"You don't understand this, Sao Nianlang, let me tell you, look at women, first ......"

He now knows why the female elf at the front desk refers to Thorin with the old man, this famous blacksmith in Redwood Town is a dragon in dwarf skin, talking about women is really talking, in fact, in the aesthetic eyes of dwarves, Thorin is indeed a beautiful man, at least his beard is very fresh.

"Okay, boy, I see that you haven't opened your mind, let's take things out, I heard that you have the eggshell of the blue-feathered bird snake to let you in, I hope you're not playing tricks on me." Thorin was also bored in the face of a wooden pimple, staring at him half warning and half greedily.

"Of course not." Sherlock quickly pulled out an eggshell from his backpack, and sure enough, the best way to talk to him was to look at him with a smile.

"Silver essence is worth a bit of money." After Thorin took it, he immediately noticed that something was wrong, but he immediately controlled his surprised expression and said lightly: "I will use this eggshell as a forging fee, and the material cost will be calculated separately." ”

"Master Thorin, there's no hurry." He snatched the eggshell from the other party's hand and said with a smile, "I can pay another forgery, but I hope to add this piece of Mithril to the equipment." ”

"What Mithril, who told you that this is Mithril, this is obviously a piece of silver essence, if you don't want to give it, it's better to find someone else." Thorin's face immediately turned red when he saw that his mind was exposed.

"That's a pity, it's a pity that it's such a big fire tree trunk!" Sherlock was about to leave.

"You still have the trunk of the fire tree, it's true, this plant can only grow underground." Thorin grabbed the druid in front of him.

As a dwarven blacksmith, forging was an almost indispensable part of Thorin's life, but for some reason hiding in a small place like Redwood Town, he hadn't actually tried to craft a piece of equipment for a long time.

It's not that he doesn't want to, but there are really no materials that can arouse his interest, and because of this, his forging level has always been stuck at the high level.

Unexpectedly, this time he was able to encounter the two best materials of Mithril and Fire Tree at the same time, and he faintly felt that his forging soul was burning again, and perhaps the opportunity to enter the master blacksmith was here.

Looking at the trunk of the fire tree with a hint of warmth in front of him, Thorin finally made a decision: "If you're lucky, I really need to build a piece of equipment of excellent quality, let's say, what equipment do you want to build." ”

There have been a lot of speculations about the hidden setting of the Forgotten Realms, one of which is about life NPCs, for whom promotion has a very high priority, so when Newt told him that Thorin had been trapped in a high-level blacksmith for a long time, he guessed this possibility.

Otherwise, with his charm, it would be almost impossible to get a high-level blacksmith to directly help build equipment.

"Master Thorin, I want to make a stick." Sherlock had thought many times about his own weapons, that there were not many weapons available to the druids, that daggers were not used to them, that scythes could not be used, and that spears were not suitable.

All that was left to use was a cutlass and sticks.

The scimitar of the Ice Spirit is okay in its agile form, but when it turns into a half-fire monkey, it is a bit difficult to use such a short knife again, and he still hopes to have a wooden stick that he can take advantage of.

"Wooden stick, even if the work of my promotion to master is not a sharp weapon, how can it be a solid armor, how can a wooden stick reflect my level, how will others see me in the future, a third-rate blacksmith who relies on materials?"

Thorin was extremely dissatisfied with this choice, first loudly objecting, then patiently admonishing, and finally kneeling down and begging him.

"Master Thorin, creating infinite possibilities on a simple wooden stick is what a master blacksmith should be." It's not a way to drag it out like this, and Sherlock just wants to find a way to start talking.

The intelligence of high-level NPCs in the Forgotten Realm is not low, and things like mouth escape are sometimes very effective.

"Forget it, what you said also has some truth, a forging master really shouldn't be obsessed with complex forging techniques." Thorin's expression softened, "You should pay a deposit of 80,000 gold coins first." ”

"Oh, what a ......, your sister." 80,000 deposit, play him, a superb weapon can't reach this price, not to mention that the main materials built now are all made by himself.

Sherlock looked at the words 36621+12123+11235+5918+14165 in the trading column, and almost didn't scold, building a piece of equipment, like fire cloud ore, ruby and similar ores, forget it, what's going on with that messy scroll.