Gallo said that he was not good at magic skills, but he was telling the truth.

Because he felt that his mastery of divine arts seemed to be about the same, except for the healing divine arts that he couldn't learn at all, everything else was at the same level, but there was a slight difference in proficiency.

So there's really no good at it, because they're all about the same length.

But to Barthes's owner, these words are a different matter...

It seems that this young man is only specialized in hardening magic and that forged magic technique, and this kind of priest is not uncommon, and I don't think he is quite honest.

This young man is good! Good first impression!

So he smiled again and said:

"I can't see that Pastor Gallo is young, but he is very humble and pragmatic."

"Because the Goddess asks us to be humble."

Gallo replied truthfully.

While the two were chatting, the blacksmith Shakt came over, he seemed to have something wrong, his dark green skin had turned orange, and he said something that Gallo couldn't understand:

"Wow, wow?"

"Ahem, please calm down, Mr. Shakter, you're about to turn into an orange..."

The shopkeeper hurriedly persuaded him next to him, and hurriedly poured a cup of hot water.

After drinking the hot water, the caveman's skin finally returned to its normal color, and his words changed back to lingua franca.

"I'm sorry, I'm prone to agitation, please forgive me for my gaffes."

"Pastor Gallo, are these weapons blessed by you?"

Gallo nodded and replied:

"It's me, what's the problem?"

"No, no problem at all, no, no, no, I mean, you're just amazing!"

As he spoke, Shakt brandished his two short swords and danced their dungeon's unique dance at Gallo, his skin turning orange again, and his mouth began to let out a strange scream.

The shopkeeper hurriedly poured another cup of hot water and poured it on his hairless head...

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm a man who gets excited when he sees a good weapon, please don't mind..."

The blacksmith, who had been forced to calm down again, said with shame.

The shopkeeper interjected and asked:

"And Mr. Shakter, what do you think of Reverend Gallo's work?"

"Miraculous!"

The caveman blacksmith hurriedly said in a loud voice:

"The texture of the entire short sword has changed dramatically, and its hardness is now close to that of those swords forged from Thor steel..."

"At the same time, the abrasion and heat resistance have been greatly improved, and it is difficult for the furnaces in the store to make it soft..."

"And this faint light above has a very strong aura of holiness, which I believe can come in handy when dealing with all kinds of evil creatures..."

As he spoke, he bowed slightly to Gallo with human etiquette, and said in heartfelt admiration:

"All in all, I've never met anyone as good at hardening as Pastor Gallo, and none more than the so-called bishops."

"As long as we can continue to get the help of Pastor Gallo, the order of the city defense army will be in the bag!"

As she spoke, its skin began to turn yellow for the third time, and finally its words turned into a strange scream...

"Wow whoa! Wow wow! ”

And the shopkeeper was too lazy to pour hot water, and said helplessly:

"His last words were saying, let me give you a raise and try my best to keep you..."

"You should know that cave people and us humans are very different, and there are also huge differences in various physiological habits..."

"And Mr. Shakter, in addition to being easily excited, is a good blacksmith who deserves to be..."Of course, I will take his suggestion seriously, but it will take me until I get that order, and if all goes well, your salary will be doubled!"

With that, he called two more men and dragged the blacksmith to the workshop, relying on the heat of the furnace to keep him calm all the time.

Although neither the shopkeeper nor the blacksmith knew much about magic and had not been in contact with too many powerful blessings, so they did not have a very clear understanding of Gallo's craft, but the fact that they were working quickly and well was enough to make the two of them pay attention.

And Gallo's idea is simple.

Can you even get a salary increase?

This was a bit unexpected to him, he originally thought that it was just such a simple job, and it was already very moisturizing to get hardware for a month, but it could be doubled?

Of course, he would not refuse such a good thing, because it would allow him to save up for the rent of the new church more quickly.

This Uncle Bart is such a good man!

So in this way, Gallo, who had finished his work, was arranged by the shopkeeper to leave work, and did not let him harden anything else.

Although the shopkeeper didn't know much about magic arts, he also knew that this was a very laborious task, and the blesser had blessed a few samples last time and was too tired to do so.

Although Gallo seems to be fine, the shopkeeper is reluctant to squeeze him, and he is now the treasure of the store!

It's all about bidding for orders!

He simply arranged for Gallo to rest for a week, adjust his condition, and come back after the new batch of weapons was forged.

So Gallo got off work like this...

But when he walked to the door, the sexy and beautiful dark elf front desk lady suddenly stopped him:

"This is off work? It's really enviable..."

"I've heard the words of the shopkeeper and Mr. Blacksmith, Mr. Priest, who is good at making people hard... Hee-hee, that's funny..."

"No, that's not what Mr. Shaket said..."

Gallo hurriedly argued.

"You may not know that Mr. Shakert's lingua franca is not very well mastered, and there are often grammatical errors..."

The dark elf said pointedly, licking her bright red lips lightly, and looking at Gallo with that rather playful look.

Gallo suddenly felt a dangerous aura, looked at her very suspiciously, and asked:

"You... What do you want? ”

The Dark Elf's answer was very strange:

"I want to..."

What kind of answer is that? Is this woman stupid?

Or is it too old and confused?

Everything in this store is good, but the staff are a little weird...

Gallo muttered in his heart that he didn't plan to have more contact with this beautiful but not very good brain, and hurriedly said goodbye and left.

Stupid people are contagious!

My talent is not good, and my strength is also poor, and I rely on intelligence to make up for it, so I can't be stupid!

But as soon as he went out, he saw a middle-aged man wearing a tax officer's uniform and a big belly, walking into the store proudly, followed by two doglegs who were also dressed in the same way.

As soon as he walked into the store, the fat middle-aged fat man greedily looked at the seductive body of the dark elf, and said with a joke in his mouth:

"Dear Miss Dora, we're meeting again, you're getting younger and prettier..."