The bracer that Luo Di handed over seemed to be no different from the half-finished product he had seen before in Su Lun's eyes - because according to his understanding, after the magic nodes of the monster fur were disordered, no matter how much they were made, they would not be able to create a high-quality product.

However, thinking of the current status gap between himself and Luo Di, Su Lun still raised his hands very stiffly and took it... His idea is very simple, he will simply praise a few words and then point out the small shortcomings, so that he should be convinced, right?

Looking at Roddy, Suren found that the latter didn't seem to care what he said, but just sat down at the table very casually, reaching out to sort out the remaining materials.

Is this a common problem of leaders? Blind confidence in oneself?

Su Lun shook his head helplessly, held his bracer and glanced down, just wanted to speak, but his brows suddenly wrinkled...

"It's... What?"

In an instant, many questions popped up in his mind, but Su Lun didn't know which one he should ask for a while: he had seen this kind of sewing technique and cutting method before, but after it was made... It shouldn't be like this!

As a leathermaker who is not bad at it, Su Lun can know the concept of "magic nodes", which has proven that he is much stronger than those ordinary leather craftsmen. But in terms of how to use these "magic nodes", his idea is very different from that of Luo Di - Su Lun's approach is to try to "go with the flow" and not to disrupt the operation of the "nodes", so that the equipment made can at least ensure a little bit of the effectiveness that the magic beast originally had, with a little luck, and maybe additional protection.

Roddy's approach was completely opposite to Suren, he completely disrupted the operation of the magic nodes, and forcibly "reorganized" them!

Suren felt his hands tremble—and he suddenly thought of a possibility: Did Roddy disrupt those magic nodes on purpose?

Carefully observing the stitching lines, Su Lun felt that his scalp was a little numb... Not to mention the material used, this kind of skill that can not see the slightest error is enough to be called a "master" handwriting, and the design of the Mithril lock is completely different from the previous design ideas, which is both strong and easy to remove.

Su Lun didn't think much about it, he reached out and put the bracer on his left arm, and then he clearly rushed to a dense wave of magic power that rippled on his arm, and then spread throughout his body!

"How is that possible?!"

Excellent equipment will not have such a strong reaction, only the legendary "magic equipment" can bring such an effect, Su Lun has only worn magic equipment once in his life, so he can clearly discern what this fluctuation means...

The concept of turning low-level magical beast skins into magical equipment is no less than someone converting a rusted copper coin into gold in an instant.

"How could it be?"

Roddy's rhetorical question seemed to come from far away, and Su Lun was shocked, and instantly realized how ridiculous his previous thoughts were!

I still want to show off my skills in front of Roddy? I'm afraid I can't even compare to one-tenth of his ability...

Recalling those previous thoughts, Su Lun couldn't help but blush, hurriedly removed the bracer and put it on the table, and said, "You... Are you a master of leather making?"

Roddy was noncommittal, and did not answer the question, but reached out and took out a stack of parchment with handwriting and patterns written on it, and handed it to Su Lun: "I know what you want to ask... I disrupted the magic nodes just to reorganize. ”

"Because I know very well that keeping the mana nodes the same is the wrong thing from start to finish. ”

What people are most afraid of is not that they don't work hard enough, but that after working hard for half a lifetime on the way to success, they suddenly find that they are in the wrong direction.

Su Lun's face was pale, and it was difficult to accept Luo Di's words for a while, and when he moved his gaze to the parchment handed over by Luo Di, he was even more stunned as if he had been struck by lightning, his chest rose and fell violently a few times, and he stammered: "You are... Give, give it to me?"

There is nothing else on the parchment, it is all about the rules of the reorganization of the "magic node" and the secret of making the "magic equipment"!

The reason why Su Lun was surprised was because this kind of thing was often a "secret" inherited by a leather-making family, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was a "priceless treasure" used to pass it on. But at this time, Roddy handed it over to himself very casually, what does this mean?

Roddy seemed to guess his thoughts and asked, "Want to hear the truth?"

Suren nodded.

"I know you have something that most people can't do when it comes to tanning, that's why I came to you. ”

This is the truth, and Roddy has no intention of concealing it, "But I think that your ability... Perhaps it is not only about strengthening the 'tanning' aspect. ”

"I will do my best to teach you what I know, and I will also find better materials for you, as long as you want, you will be my special leather maker in the future, you will become a high-level leather maker, and then reach the 'grandmaster' or even the 'great grandmaster'. ”

Between the words, the "Great Grandmaster" leatherman, who did not necessarily have more than two hands in the whole kingdom, seemed to have become a cabbage, but Luo Di's indifferent tone made Su Lun believe that he was not just "painting cakes".

This negotiation that was not like a negotiation was completed in a silent manner, and Roddy took the initiative and bloodlessly disintegrated Su Lun's psychological defenses - his fingers lightly tapped the neatly cut leather armor, and asked Su Lun softly, "What do you think?"

Early the next morning.

The undead who was in the "Wolverine Mercenary Regiment" was cut off his head, and his head full of burning marks was inserted into the stake, and his hideous and painful expression was clearly visible, silently deterring those who once looked down on Sodrore, as well as the undead spies who were originally ready to move.

The morning breeze is cold, and before the sun rises, the field of vision is full of deep blue. The Duke's Guard was ready to go after breakfast, and more than forty horses stood outside the manor, snorting in unison. And when Roddy walked out of the mansion, the spacious and comfortable carriage had stopped in front of the door.

Steward John took Roddy away and stood respectfully by the carriage waiting.

"Adapt, I'll leave it to you. ”

Standing in front of his team, Roddy gave a few brief explanations to Sodroll, and his words were full of trust.

"It's been hidden... Maybe it's not a good choice, aren't you going to stand in front of the stage?"

Sodrore asked the question in a low voice, then glanced at Steward John, and added, "Miss Sally is definitely coming back, I think you should take this opportunity, the Roussifrons are a very good choice." ”

"What you think..."

Roddy couldn't cry or laugh, daring to love Sodrore and still thinking about being a little white face? But after thinking about it, in the eyes of the nobles of the Cullen Kingdom, "marriage" is a normal way to ascend to the throne, and Sodrore knows Sally's attitude towards him, and it is normal to have such thoughts.

"I didn't think about marriage or anything, but there is a plan to become a nobleman, and... It is estimated that the implementation will start next, and if there is any movement, I will keep you informed to prepare. ”

"Okay, wait for orders at any time. ”

Sodrore gave a military salute, followed by a noble salute, which meant that in his heart, obedience to Roddy always came first.

Roddy nodded, stopped talking nonsense, and turned to board the carriage.

It's the winter of 588, and the time to get 590 years is really running out, and obtaining the "Lordless Territory" has become Roddy's next biggest goal.

Because of the escort of the guards, Roddy did not intend to bring scouts to protect him, and there were only two people with him: one was Suren, who began to study day and night with a parchment, and the other was Nata, who carried a short bow and pulled up her hood.

Priest Akasha was left behind, and she stood in the procession of people who had come to see her off, with a reluctant expression on her face - when she saw the half-finished leather armor that Roddy had carried in the morning, she found out that one of the pieces of equipment was actually made by Roddy for the wood elf, and she felt a little uncomfortable thinking about it.

Why only give it to her? Just because she's a wood elf?

Is it because she's pretty? Or is she in good shape?

Akasha looked down at her chest, and she couldn't even see her toes from this angle - after secretly comparing it with Nata, she couldn't help but think ridiculously: could it be that he was more small-breasted...

Forget it, what's cranky ...

Akasha, who had always been at ease with what happened in the past, shook her head, expelled these thoughts from her mind, touched the ring with her fingertips, and when she raised her gaze, she was facing Roddy who was looking over-

She wanted to say something, but found that Roddy looked at the top of her head, her brows suddenly raised slightly, and then a slightly strange sentence came out: "Akasha, you... You can inlay runes. ”

"Huh, what runes?"

Akasha didn't know why.

"It's okay, I'll tell you when I come back, practice magic well, and be vigilant at all times. Roddy was visibly distracted, and after saying these words absentmindedly, he looked away.

This made Akasha a little dumbfounded, why didn't the master she followed even say goodbye? Could it be that she was angry with herself?

The carriage started quickly, and Akasha raised her hand to wave it a few times, but saw that Roddy had closed the wooden windows of the carriage, and immediately pouted, but then she also knew that it was useless for her to be angry, so she had to sigh and watch the convoy gradually move away.

Sodrore noticed this scene, coughed dryly and turned away, lamenting in his heart that Roddy's nerves were really dull, but he turned his head and said to Ruger and Carter, who were whispering next to him: "What nonsense? Go and go, the noon training is still the same, the patrol that should be patrolled..."

After the battle, the soldiers' spirits have relaxed, Ruger and Carter giggled away, the maids in the manor began to get busy, the scouts who delivered the information moved stacks of files, and the butlers who used to belong to Viscount Tranka were waiting in line outside to be summoned, pointing at the head inserted in front of the manor with a jealous expression...

Since the departure of Hollier, he has finally gained a foothold - and this may be the true meaning of several life-and-death battles.

Sodrore sighed and turned and walked to the living room.

Hundreds of meters away, Luo Di quietly looked at the [task bar], and rubbed his eyes with a headache: "Undead epic mission, orc movement, ownerless territory... There is only one hundred and fifty days to go. ”

Raising his head, he looked at the edge of the forest that was getting closer and closer, listening to the bumpy road and the noise of the wheels grinding in his ears, but he was even more distressed by the problem he had just found after checking the status bar of Akasha.

"Obviously it's only an advanced level 8 divine pastor, how can he have a perverted 'title' like 'Angel of Death'..."