"That's what you're for!" Watching Enge walk straight towards the broken hammer that slowly fell from the sky, Eugene said thoughtfully.

"What, can you find someone better to keep this treasure?" Enge didn't look at Eugene, his eyes were all on the scarred hammer.

It is said that in the Faist family, it was originally just a traditional honorary nobleman, all this until the first legendary warlock head Mangil. Faist has changed.

At that time, Mangil, who was still a silly boy, was sent by his family to a remote manor to train, and then in the middle of the night, two fire meteors hit the mountains behind the manor, and the violent vibration directly shook Mangill off the soft bed.

The young man was young and vigorous, and he didn't know what he was afraid of, so he immediately summoned the escort team overnight to follow the dimmer and dimmer fire to find the "perpetrator".

But it wasn't until dawn that Mangil stumbled out of the mountain, looking panicked, and when his butler stepped forward to inquire, he was even kicked out by him, and none of the subordinates who followed him to chase the murderer came back.

In the family records, for Mangil. Faiste's journey in the back mountain is unknown, but it records the two things he brought back from the back mountain, one is the blood of the demon god that is being eaten by Doro and Darren, and the other is this seemingly ordinary iron hammer.

Not to mention the blood of the demon god, it is the blood of a strong existence, a magical material that can create legendary combat power, and this hammer that can suppress the blood of the demon god must be of a higher grade than the blood of the demon god.

Over the years, no one had ever thought of the hammer, but everyone including Mangil had gone home, so gradually no one cared about the worn-out hammer.

But Enge didn't think so, in his opinion, since this iron hammer has such a strong restraint effect on the blood of the demon god, then just like those jealous and hateful holy swords with spirituality see the undead creatures, if you don't exterminate all the undead creatures, how can the weapon be under your control.

Maybe the talented people of those families also saw this, but although the family has always had twists and turns, because there are legends in the generations, it is not yet the time when the fish dies and the net is broken, so naturally they will not use the blood of the demon god with great side effects, let alone collect the hammer.

"Hopefully, no, I must be right!" Enge gritted his teeth fiercely and lightly pressed his right hand against it.

The hammer trembled slightly, but Enge's nervous hand shook, and he was about to throw the hammer out with a wave of his arm, this thing has no good temper, so far there has been a bloody case of one life and seven arms, Enge does not want to add merit to this hammer.

"Buzz!"

At the moment when Enge was about to throw it out, the hammer roared softly and no longer trembled, and Enge immediately pulled the hammer into his arms.

I saw that the hammer still looked like an ordinary blacksmith's hammer, but from time to time there were ripples of electric current flashing on it, and the current passed through Enge's right arm holding the hammer.

"Hey!" Enge swung forward with great force, and a ball of lightning actually flew out of the hammer and rushed to the ground in front of him.

"Boom!"

"Hahaha!"

Looking at the hole that was enough to be blown open in the ground by his own swing in the air, Enge couldn't help but laugh out loud.

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"Young Master, Tax Officer Goude has arrived!" Here Morey was excitedly changing a dragon claw in his index finger, cutting the fruit of the afternoon with great interest, and Corey knocked on the door to inform Morey.

"Okay, let him in!" Morey picked up his handkerchief and wiped the fruit scraps off his hands and sat down at his desk.

"Bang!" Gourd looked a little furious, and pushed the door as he pushed it in, hitting the wall with a loud bang.

It's no wonder that any workaholic who is pulled out of heavy affairs will never have a good temper, and Gode's use of his hands to push open the gate instead of using a goblin to blast the gate open with a cannon in his hand is already much beyond Morey's expectations.

"Master, we are working overtime to count the belongings of the three towns, what are you looking for me at this time?" Gourd looked dissatisfied.

The most important thing to do in Red Leaf City right now is to take stock of the belongings of the Three Towns, which are not just gold, precious stones, and precious furs. Morey had ordered all the belongings of the lords to become "compensation" for the march of the army.

It is no exaggeration to say that if it weren't for the lack of time, Gou De would have even sent someone to dig up all the plants and trees in their garden and move them.

But even with such a tight schedule, in addition to seizing all the valuables in the manor and shop, he even relocated a leather armor shop and a carriage and horse shop, along with people and tools, to Red Leaf City.

These days, in order to rebuild the site of the leather goods store and the carriage and horse shop, Gou De is very troubled, plus the large amount of grain and grass seized needs to build a large number of grain depots, Gou De can't wait to divide one person into two people, is in this race against time, Morey recruited himself to the city lord's mansion without a head, it is a person who is also on fire.

"Hehe, dissipate your anger! Corey, give our Master Gou a cup of milk tea! ”

It wasn't until Gode's breath slowly calmed down that Morey took out a scroll from his smiling arms and handed it over.

"The main reason for this time is that you want to help me see if this mechanical design of mine has a future?"

Gou De suddenly realized, no wonder he came to ask for praise!

He took it casually, planning to end it in a perfunctory sentence, young people, always feel that their ideas are unique, who knows that they are all ideas that people have played bad hundreds of years ago.

Gourd spread the scroll on the desk and opened it, but his eyes only glanced at it a few times but could not take it off again, and the two eyeballs were about to fall off, as if he had met the paladin at the masquerade of the goddess of joy, and on the battlefield he saw the warrior monks in full armor holding the battle axe to fight.

"This, this ......" Gourd stammered, pointing to the scroll with one hand and not uttering a complete sentence for a long time.

"That's right, I designed it, how about it?" Fortunately, Morey knew what he was going to ask and answered his question very intimately.

"I, I ......" For a while, Gou De only felt that his mouth was dry, and he couldn't speak at all.

Is it really the invention of his master, and not the god-given scroll of the god of Gonde (the god of craft and forging)?

But if it is a god-given scroll, the divine power fluctuation can not be concealed, even if it is transcribed, there will be a faint divine power fluctuation generated, although the design drawings are exquisite in paper, but in addition to the faint magical brilliance emitted by the magic parchment, Gourd does not feel the slightest fluctuation of divine power.

"Could it be that my lord is the chosen one of the gods of Gongde?"