Mr. Wei was stunned when he heard this, and then asked, "Could it be that the death of the prince has something to do with him?" ”

Mr. Chen pondered for a moment and said, "There are some things he lied about, but just now you asked him if he killed the son, but he replied confidently, which is obviously true." Therefore, although there is a lie in his words, it seems that the son of the world was not killed by him. ”

After thinking about it, Mr. Wei also understood: "Although he lied, it had nothing to do with the death of the son. Originally, everyone in this world had their own secrets, and it was not unusual for him to lie because he wanted to hide them. ”

Mr. Chen said: "Tell the prince the truth about this, as for how the prince decides, it has nothing to do with us." ”

"With the temperament of the prince...... Alas! Mr. Wei sighed lightly, shook his head and said, "What happened to the prince this time is really too big a blow to the prince. ”

Mr. Chen thought for a while, and then said: "There is another thing, before the prince entered the dusk battlefield, the prince put a special inscription creation on the items he carried, if people took it, even if it was placed in the space equipment, it would be difficult to completely cover the aura it emitted. I sensed it just now, and the young man of the Ji family didn't have that aura on his body, so he shouldn't have gotten the items of the prince."

Mr. Wei nodded: "This matter should also be explained to the prince, the children in the palace are different from other families, and it is best not to move if you can." ”

"Just what I want." Mr. Chan agreed.

The sedan quickly drove away, leaving the area of King Xin's mansion.

After Ji Muhuo returned to the small courtyard, he didn't think much about the two people in the Huainan Palace...... Under his repeated urging, Ji Muye led him to customize firearms the next day.

The hovering sedan drove towards the periphery of the imperial capital until it reached the outermost satellite city, before slowing down and finally stopping in front of a small alley.

Ji Muhuo got out of the car, glanced around, frowned slightly, and asked, "Sixth, the gunsmith you said is here?" ”

I have to say that even if it is a beautiful place, there are ugly dead ends, although the imperial capital as a whole is prosperous and magnificent, but in the inconspicuous periphery, there are still places like the one in front of you, dirty, messy and poor, the people walking around do not look very rich, one by one is dressed in old and tattered clothes, and from time to time there are some inquiring eyes towards Ji Muhuo and the two of them, with bad intentions.

A place like this, such an atmosphere, Ji Muhuo is familiar, most cities in the land of chasing demons are like this, and he is like returning to his home field at this moment.

However, what puzzled him was that Ji Muye brought him here, but he wanted to find a master who could customize firearms.

As far as Ji Muhuo knows, a master who can make a good firearm, in addition to being proficient in the inscription array, must also be a master craftsman who is proficient in the manufacturing process, and the combination of the two can make a good firearm. And people like this, making money is simply not a problem for them, so they can be considered the most "high-paid" group of people in the empire.

In the industry, there is a very common rule, the better the gun master, the richer the richer, even if it is worse. But the place in front of him didn't look like a place where a rich gun-making master could stay, which made Ji Muhuo a little suspicious that Ji Muye had made a mistake.

"Don't mess around, come in with me!"

Ji Muye was very calm, waved his hand at Ji Muhuo, and walked straight towards a low house in the deepest part of the alley.

Pushing the door out, there are many miscellaneous items piled up in the house in a mess, and a musty and smelly smell fills the entire interior space, which is no worse than the alley outside the house.

Ji Muye walked to a small hanging clock on the side of the gate, knocked it a few times, and made a pleasant sound of "dong dong dong", and then asked, "Is the mud hammer master here?" ”

After a while, no one answered, Ji Muye struck the bell again and continued to beckon: "Master Mud Hammer, are you there?" Anyone? ”

"Don't knock, don't knock, it's noisy...... What's noisy...... I'm......"

Under Ji Muye's perseverance, a low and angry voice finally came from the back of the house, and then a figure half shorter than a normal person broke out from there.

The owner of the figure was an old man with a shaggy hair, and his head was covered with messy little dreadlocks, which he had not washed for an unknown amount of time, causing small insects to fly around him, and his mouth was surrounded by an equally lush beard, crawling half of his face, and also with small dreadlocks.

The old man was holding a big black metal hammer in his hand, his eyes were full of anger, and he stared at Ji Muye and Ji Muhuo standing in front of the door, and said angrily as soon as he came: "What are you two little guys doing here?" Why be loud? Do you know that the little needle I worked hard for three days and three nights was broken by you who made such a noise? ”

As he spoke, his hand kept shaking and shaking, and even the big metal hammer he was holding in his hand was shaking, as if he was about to smash down on Ji Muye's face in the next moment.

Ji Muye hurriedly said: "Master Mud Hammer, I am Ji Muye, the son of Ling Yunbo of the Xinwang Mansion, and I came here this time to customize firearms." ”

"Ling Yunbo? Is it Ji Slowgaki? ”

Obviously, the name Ji Wanyuan is good here, after the old man heard it, the anger on his face suddenly held back most of it, and after glaring at Ji Muye dissatisfied, he turned around and walked towards the back of the house, dropping two sentences: "Wait!" "Don't make a noise!"

Ji Muhuo watched the short and sturdy little old man disappear quickly, and couldn't help but ask Ji Muye, "Sixth, what's the situation?" ”

Ji Muye pointed to the place where the little old man disappeared, and said in a secret voice: "This person is called Mud Hammer, his father is a dwarf of the Northern Dwarf Clan, and his mother is a Terran, so he has the blood of both clans. Hurricane Northern Dwarf is good at making weapons, his mother is a master of inscriptions, because of the origin and inheritance of both parents, the mud hammer master has become the best master of gun making since he became an adult, and even made firearms for His Majesty Emperor Yu back then. ”

Ji Muhuo nodded, and immediately understood.

In fact, as soon as he saw the big metal hammer in the hand of the dwarf little old man just now, all the doubts in his heart were dispelled, because he could sense that there were no less than a hundred inscription arrays superimposed on the inconspicuous big metal hammer. You must know that if you want to superimpose so many precise inscription arrays on one object, in addition to the craftsmanship of depicting the inscription array, the design is extremely difficult, and ordinary people simply cannot integrate so many inscription arrays well, let alone depict them.

Ji Muye continued: "Although the mud hammer master is a master of spear making, he is born with a dwarf temperament, and he only likes to live in such a place......" While saying, Ji Muye waved his hand, made an unbearable gesture, and said with a smile: "And the master's temper is extremely bad, often irritable as thunder, and he will not deal with people who are not temperamental, let alone customize firearms from him." Back then, I offended people because of this, but fortunately I was able to save my life thanks to my father's help, so he always remembered this love and regarded my father as a friend. ”

As he was talking, the little old man of the dwarf came back, he stared at a pair of big eyes, and asked Ji Muye, "Are you the son of Ji Wanyuan?" ”

Ji Muye hurriedly made a respectful gesture: "Yes, master, I am Ji Muye." As he spoke, he took out a token and handed it to the little old dwarven man.

The little old man of the dwarf didn't answer, only glanced at it and nodded: "Don't look at it, you can take it!" After a slight pause, he asked, "Little guy, what firearm do you want to customize?" ”

Ji Muye hurriedly pointed at Ji Muhuo and explained: "It's not me, master, this time it's my brother who wants to customize the firearm." ”

"Huh?" The dwarf little old man's previous anger was obviously not cleared up, and when he heard Ji Muye say this, he was immediately unhappy: "I only promised to make a gun for your father back then, and it doesn't matter if you come here, but now you dare to bring other people over, do you think I am here with a gun store?" ”