Entering the foundry, Zhu Minglang saw the master who was only wearing a soft leather vest in winter, his skin was like bacon, his muscles were like a fierce bear, and he was going to hold a shield to collide, afraid that a team of soldiers would be crippled by him.

"Master Zhao Long, it's early. Zhu Minglang said hello.

"Xiao Zhu, you came so early today, alas, you are a good apprentice, with heart and perseverance, unlike those lazy dogs I brought with me, God knows how many days they have to mix here before they can become teachers. Zhao Long held the needle and thread while sewing the broken armor skin together.

To be honest, every time Zhu Minglang felt that Master Zhao Long should go to the foundry next door, striking iron, casting hammers, and sharpening knives to fit his personal image, and he didn't know how his rough big palm pinched those small needles and threads, and his craftsmanship was very good.

"Master Zhao, I said that I have a family heirloom, but I am not a primary school apprentice, and I will show you a robe I made a few days ago, which is called majestic!" Zhu Minglang said.

"Hahaha, I believe in you, of course I believe in you, the technique is different from others, it's a pity that we can't learn it, otherwise you can teach us casters who only know how to follow the steps...... By the way, two days ago, someone sent something heavy, very valuable, saying that it was for you. Zhao Long said.

"Yes, then I'm busy with something, so I won't talk to you yet!"

"Okay, okay...... Strange, what about my scissors, and which stupid apprentice didn't put it away after using up the tools, alas, got ......" Zhao Long said, opened his mouth, and bit down on the thread that was drawn out with a good tooth, and bit off the extremely flexible thread.

Zhu Minglang smiled and shook his head.

Just now I showed a professional atmosphere, just because of this biting behavior completely dissipated!

Someone sent something to the foundry, and it was basically determined that it was Zheng Yu's gift to himself.

Lapis Mine!

This kind of mine is not common, and it is not particularly rare, if you have the heart to collect it, you can indeed receive a lot, but Zhu Minglang has understood that in the casting art of the Zulong City-State, this green silver ore is not used as a material.

On the contrary, green silver appears in some hairpins, earrings, and yarn chains, purely for aesthetic decoration.

Zhu Minglang needs green silver, because this kind of green silver has some attributes attached to it, and if it can stimulate the energy contained in them, it can be directly transformed into the dragon pet.

Dragon Armor!

With the materials, the money, and the unremitting practice I had a while ago, I can officially build this heavy dragon armor!

"Master Zhao, I want an independent casting room, and I'll put the money here. Zhu Minglang said to Zhao Long.

"Give me some money, go and use it, no one will bother you. Zhao Long said.

"Thank you Master Zhao for that. ”

Casting dragon armor is an obscure thing, Zhu Minglang doesn't want others to know, it can be seen that there are very few people who have this craft in the territory of the ancestral dragon city-state, and there are not even a few other city-states.

For some unnecessary trouble, Zhu Minglang is still low-key.

Once buried in the casting armor, the time will pass surprisingly fast, and it is often only after entering the independent casting room to refine a few pieces of green silver in key parts, and when you come out for a meal, it will already be dark.

But it's also a pleasure in itself.

Looking for ingredients, taming dragon pets, refining armor, it has been a long time since I have been as full as it is now, and I feel that every day is not enough.

Of course, no matter how busy he is, Zhu Minglang also remembers to visit the little dragon cub, it is his third spirit dragon, Zhu Minglang hopes that it can recover as soon as possible.

......

Snow, white falling on the silver-gray hues of the ancestral dragon city-state, the towering state walls, the tips of the towers, the first to touch these sacred winter elves.

The first snow is like a white butterfly, the soft man flies, before the dawn of the ancestral dragon city-state, their posture can only be perfectly witnessed by a diligent little man like Zhu Minglang, and when the sky is completely bright, the snow butterfly elves have also melted in the bright sunshine, and the huge city is a holy and solemn silver white!

The process of the armor had been fully sorted out not long ago, and Zhu Minglang stepped on the snow and still entered the foundry at that hour.

In every environment, there will always be a figure who is more diligent than himself, he came earlier, and when you are still cheering yourself up to continue to work hard today, people have entered a state of full attention.

This person is Master Zhao Long.

Zhu Minglang tried to arrive a few minutes earlier a few times, wanting to see if Master Zhao Long was sleeping here, but unfortunately he didn't crack the secret that Master Zhao Long was always the earliest.

"Master Zhao, morning. Zhu Minglang said hello.

"Little wishes...... Ah, Xiao Zhu!" Suddenly, Master Zhao Long screamed, put down the work at hand, and stared at Zhu Minglang.

"What's wrong?" Zhu Minglang was confused.

Didn't you just go to class yesterday and didn't come?

As for looking like you've been separated from yourself for many years??

"Take a look, look at the post posted at the door, is that person really you?" Master Zhao Long pulled Zhu Minglang to the street and said hurriedly.

Zhu Minglang moved his steps and found that there was really a portrait posted in front of the store, and the material of the paper was like a reward for the wanted Jiang Yang thief!

What is the situation, have you done anything hurtful?

But the person in the painting is indeed the same as himself!

Really wanted??

What a reason!

"Yesterday it was spread wildly, saying that this person was a homeless man who was in a prison with the Valkyrie, I heard that this person was originally a silkworm farmer in Sangzhen, poor, humble, and from a poor background, because he was lazy and couldn't even raise silkworms, he had no money, and became a beggar in Yongcheng, so coincidentally, he entered the dungeon, and had an unbearable thing with the Valkyrie who was imprisoned in the depths of the dungeon at that time. Zhao Long lowered his body and said to Zhu Minglang in a low voice.

"Huh?"

Zhu Minglang wanted to die when he heard it.

He wanted to correct it, but soon realized that if he corrected it, it would be tantamount to admitting it.

"You look too similar to that homeless man, I advise you to wear a mask recently, it happens that there are many people who are infected with the cold in winter, and maintaining the habit of wearing a mask is also for the sake of health. Zhao Long said to Zhu Minglang very seriously.

"It's not a topic that looks like it, how can there be such a rumor all of a sudden?" asked Zhu Minglang.

"Who knows, everyone was talking about it overnight, and this portrait of you was also posted all over the city, and people in several nearby shops said that they were very similar to you, not to mention the people in our own shop, and the craftsmen of all sizes thought it was you!" Zhao Long said.

"Alright, it just so happens that I've been locked up in the casting room lately. Zhu Minglang nodded.

I remember that when she was separated from Li Yunzi, she reminded herself that her enemies were likely to make a fuss about themselves.

It seems that those people have already made a move.

Of course, it is very likely to be Luo Xiao's revenge, after he, a traitor, was expelled and wanted, he no longer dared to blatantly move freely in the Zulong City-State, and could only use such indiscriminate means to disgust himself.

"You, you, you don't have other people's lives, and you carry other people's sins, so you really can't go to some old doctors to find a way to change your appearance. Zhao Long said with a very concerned look.

"......" Zhu Minglang didn't know how to respond for a while.

Some things will come after all, and Zhu Minglang is actually mentally prepared.

It is impossible to change the appearance, and it is time for this ancestral dragon city-state to take a halt, what kind of Valkyrie's man is a homeless man or a lowly beggar, he is also tired of hearing it!

He wishes him bright, and he will also shine brightly in this ancestral dragon city-state!

Upright.

This is Zhu Minglang's response now.

......

Sure enough, by night, his name had already spread in the streets.

When Zhu Minglang came out of the casting room a little tired, the old master Zhao Long and several other apprentices were standing outside, staring at him with a strange gaze.

Master Zhao Long was in disbelief, he thought that the painting was just like Zhu Minglang, but the name came out, so it must not be wrong!

As for the young apprentices.

In fact, when they drank in private, they didn't discuss the Valkyrie, and the story of the high-ranking female monarch and the little beggar didn't know how many versions there were among the people......

"Xiao Zhu, you won't really be the ...... The homeless man who was in Yongcheng at the beginning. After all, the master couldn't help but ask.

Zhu Minglang knew that there was not much point in explaining.

It's just that the people who spread rumors are really disgusting, saying that they are lazy and lazy, and they can't keep silkworms and become beggars, and they are obviously robbed!

Of course, Zhu Minglang also realized that since the rumors talked in detail about his identity as a silkworm farmer in Sangzhen, it showed that there must be a part of Luo Xiao in this spread news.

Luo Xiao didn't want to let himself live a peaceful life in this ancestral dragon city-state, with this unbearable and extremely jealous identity, it was indeed difficult to survive without the ability to protect himself.

"Zhu Minglang, have you really slept with the Valkyrie?" asked the apprentice Zhou Xin in a strange tone.