"Uncle Bob has a good business!" Arthur greeted the dwarves in the blacksmith's shop, looking affectionate and not strange at all.

"Hmm......" The dwarf in the blacksmith shop did not look up, and after replying, he continued to beat the hammer in his hand, allowing the sparks to splatter on his body, unmoved.

Bob. Iron Hammer (Dwarven)

Talent: Dim vision

Intelligence: C-.Stamina: B+.Speed: B-.Bloodline: 0.7%.Potential: B+

Rating: A 400-year-old middle-aged dwarf with excellent body control and an excellent warrior, as a spellcaster, please be careful to dodge its sledgehammer and let your summons fight him to the death.

Bob is a dwarf and doesn't usually talk much.

Compared with the real dwarven blacksmith, the craftsmanship is not half a star.

But when it comes to building farm tools and tinkering, the strength of that arm alone is far stronger than that of a human blacksmith.

No one knows when Bob opened his blacksmith shop in Morado, and it's the same age as Melissa, a half-goblin, and it's an unsolved mystery in the town.

When Arthur entered the blacksmith shop, he stopped talking, and the dwarf didn't like to be disturbed, so he just lowered his head and rummaged through the goods to find the materials he wanted.

The blacksmith doesn't always have the barbed wire he wants, and as a 'scientist' in the wizarding world, when he needs certain tools, he often needs to make them himself.

"These wires should be enough." Arthur took out a bundle of wire, compared the length, and calculated the size, which was almost enough to build the size he needed.

Walking into the sparkling furnace, he ignored the neatly arranged sledgehammers, lifted the smallest one, and buried himself in the hammer.

It's not so easy to knock out a strong barbed wire out of wire.

First of all, the wires must be evenly interlaced and woven together, so that the shape can make the wire stronger and less prone to deformation.

This is followed by the laborious physical work, slowly softening the wire, fusing some key nodes together, and then gently hammering the shape.

Don't push too hard, if you can't control the force, you won't get a barbed wire, but a whole piece of ugly and crispy piece of hole.

"Uncle, please prevent rust, this has to be left in the water." The dwarves' age is enough to be Grandpa Arthur, but as long as you dare to scream, those dwarves will dare to fight with you.

Bob nodded, put the work in his hand aside, and slowly rolled up the finished wire with his big rough hands, gently clamped the ends with tongs, and moved back and forth on the stove to heat it slowly.

The dwarf's skill is very skillful, and without the slightest superfluous movement, the entire barbed wire roll has been completely heated evenly, almost tinged with a faint dark red, but not too hot to melt the wire.

The dwarf was still agile, taking two steps across, and before the heat had subsided, the entire barbed wire had sunk into a vat of specially made silvery-white translucent liquid.

Time was so short that Arthur didn't even feel like a second had passed.

The barbed wire had been lifted by the dwarves again with the liquid, and placed in another tank of clear liquid with black slag floating on the surface.

"Nourish...... Zizizizi! "The liquid stirred up a large number of bubbles with the sound, and hot steam could be seen coming out of each burst bubble.

After waiting for almost 20 seconds, the bubbles slowly dissipated, and the wire roll was lifted up, and the appearance was completely different from when Arthur had just finished hammering.

"4 silver coins." The dwarf lowered the silver-colored barbed wire to the table and reached out to collect the money.

4 silver coins? That's not going to work!

Arthur hurriedly shook his head: "I'll fight it myself, but it's just a little wire, so that you can prevent rust, at most 3 silver coins, no more." ”

The dwarf thought for a moment, but shook his head again.

"A large area of waste materials, 3 silver coins plus 70 copper coins." Bob gave in, but his hand reached further.

Arthur thought for a moment and nodded, although the discount of 30 no copper coins was a little less, but it was not bad.

"The things belong to Peter Ryder's, keep the accounts directly, and settle them together next time." Arthur wants to be rich, and he gave it to Melissa just now, so why don't you have to withdraw the little greenskin to play a scoundrel.

"Hmm......" The dwarf didn't care, withdrew his hand, turned around and walked to the wall, opened the book hanging on the wall, and wrote a few symbols directly.

"Sign!" Bob handed the pen to Arthur and snapped out two more words.

"Tsk, business is good." Arthur took the ledger and scribbled two letters on it, and by the way, he looked at the number on it, and couldn't help but say with envy.

Does it look familiar? This ledger was actually invented by Arthur.

Although the old dwarf used to pay on credit, it was good to rely on the dwarf's character of loving to drink and only loving money but never counting, and in the end he could often get half of it back.

At that time, Arthur was still a good boy who loved life, and he easily gave a dwarf who was not good at words, and made a note of the account book for signing bills and keeping accounts.

Bob doesn't know human writing, but that's okay.

As long as you write down the numbers, and then give each household a special symbol and signature mark, even if you can't get back 100% of the account, but ** Cheng is definitely no problem.

"Uncle Bob, don't you consider my suggestion, let's invest in the development of iron-making automation together, and then we will sell a bundle of barbed wire for 100 copper coins and monopolize the iron-making business in the whole continent, wouldn't it be happy?" Arthur waved the ledger with a face full of 'sincerity'.

"No, no discount." The dwarf glanced at Arthur with contempt, Lao Tzu has lived for more than 400 years, how can he let you fool him.

Iron wire is really going to be sold for only 100 copper coins a roll, where are he, blacksmiths, going to make money?

"Old stubborn, the bright road to the steel tycoon has been placed in front of him, and he still doesn't know the goods, next time I try it with the mountain giants, I heard that they are also quite good at striking iron."

Arthur left the smithy with his teeth gritted, and sighed that he hadn't 'pitted' the old dwarf, no! It is pulled into the camp of science, and I deeply regret it.

"Feudal superstition kills people~!" Holding the little greenskin he had summoned with feudal superstition, Arthur set out on his way home.

After tossing and turning in the blacksmith shop for almost 2 hours, and then not leaving, I really had to spend the night in the town.

Not far from the blacksmith's shop, the location of the mysterious tower, but at this point there was nothing.

There was a large patch of dense weeds growing lushly, just like the excavated fields outside the town, which looked no different.

"Huh?" Arthur hadn't bothered to glance at it in the past, but today Melissa couldn't help but be interested when he mentioned it.

However, under the data eye scan, Arthur did not find anything unusual in the location of the tower, on the contrary, there was an unusual guy in the crowd, hiding in it.

Duhail. Katkashgar (Terran)

Talent: Spirit-Sense

Intelligence: B+.Stamina: B. Speed: B-.Bloodline: 4.5%.Potential: A-

Evaluation: Wild wizards without inheritance system, there is an additional bonus for the casting of spirit curses, and when dodging spells, you should also pay attention to avoiding his curse.

"Wizard? What the hell is this? "Every year Arthur always sees a lot of new things on Lighthouse Street, but wizard, but this is the first time he has seen it.