Morwritte buried his head in the thick quilt, and the moaning of the next room still reached his ears. The walls of the Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Xianhu Tavern are made of stone, and the sound insulation effect is too far worse than purgatory.

The gray dwarf, who was full of anger and had nowhere to vent, could only open a pair of red eyes and go to the front to change rooms.

"Aren't the two guys next to you your friends?" the orc girl politely took the sign from the gray dwarf, her tone slightly different.

"I don't know them!" said Morgriette, indignantly, and it was a tragedy of life to have such a fellow adventurer.

"But they said the room fee was on your account?" The little orc girl was even more strange, it had been a long time since anyone had come to the Xianhu Tavern to make trouble. Looking at the woman's beautiful appearance, she is not the kind of person who can't even afford the room fee. If she looks like her, as long as she has a mouth, there should be a lot of adventurers who open the door to welcome her.

"Oh yes. I don't know them, but their room rates are on my account. Am I stupid!" Morgaret felt that it would be a mistake to entangle with this little orc girl.

"But what about the two of them?"

"Here are ten gold moores," Morkriet flung a bunch of gold moores on the table, "you can do it yourself, and change me to a room a little further away from those two guys." ”

Morgridt picked the innermost room, and opened the window to see the large market in the slums of the South. The smoke of the fire gradually cleared, and there was a faint smell of burnt paste in the air.

Finally clean, Mowglitte took out the gold crystal from the space ring. The space ring that Blaney gave to Mowglitte was small enough to store only a small amount of valuables. The dragon bracer is definitely a piece of equipment comparable to an artifact, but it's a pity that it doesn't have a spatial attribute. Not all magic equipment will have a spatial attribute, but as a bracer, it would be perfect if you had a spatial attribute.

Morgaret took the black gold spar and fell into deep thought, the strength of Daddy York's silver peak could not refine this ore, which showed that the refining of gold spar required an extraordinary furnace.

"Maybe Eternal Flame can give it a try. Mowglitte muttered to herself. In Purgatory, he kept an eye on the Eternal Flame when he hid it through a formation, through which he could summon a part of the Eternal Flame, which was a very refreshing thing for a blacksmith. This is equivalent to ten carrying a mobile stove with you. Without a part of the Eternal Flame, the vampire's tentacles wouldn't have been able to do it well.

Mowglitte's mind moved, and a white flame the size of a brazier appeared in front of him, which was only a part of the flame of the Eternal Flame, and with the current spiritual power of the gray dwarf, it could only support the flame to manifest in the air for about half an hour.

The black crystals were thrown into the white flames, and Mowglitte stared intently at the surface of the ore. Every detail of the change is imprinted in the mind. The precious golden spar was obviously not so easy to refine, and Mowglitte had prepared it early, but when Mogritte's magic power was exhausted and his head and face ached faintly, the black golden spar did not change at all. This made the gray dwarves very frustrated.

"Does it have to be a goldsmith to get the golden crystal?" Mowglitte felt the cold golden crystal in his hand, and his head hurt as if it was about to crack.

It wasn't completely without gains, and after half an hour, the gray dwarf was pleasantly surprised to find that his magic power had increased by a layer, and the magic power of about 100 Teslas had now broken through to 110.

Even if you can't refine the golden spar, it's still good to use it to exercise mental power and improve your magic power.

Morwritte began his happy life, and his daily life was to summon the eternal fire to refine the gold crystal, rest after the mana was consumed, occasionally go out to visit the slum market, and after the magic was restored, he came back to summon the eternal fire to continue refining the gold crystal. Eventually, the summoned Eternal Flame lasted for an hour. After refining, the mana no longer increases. Stabilized at about 200 Teslas.

The golden spar finally changed, its surface began to soften, and slowly the edges and corners around it disappeared. Hope finally appeared, but after a while such changes stabilized and no new changes appeared.

"It seems that only true fire can refine this golden crystal. Morgritte thought as she pinched the ore in her hand that had turned into a ball.

Before you know it, seven days have passed, and the time for Blaney and the adventurers has arrived. This morning, Morgaret got up early, cleaned up, and went to the door of Nicholas's room.

"Wake up, get up. Morgaret slammed the oak door, "Nicholas, today we're going to the Mermaid Tavern to meet Miki and them. ”

"What, seven days have passed?" said the lightning mage, topless, sleepy-eyed as he opened the door to the room. I don't know when the leftover plates were thrown on the floor, empty bottles of rum were thrown everywhere, a fair-skinned figure flashed, and the whole room was filled with the smell of erosion.

"You don't stay in the room all the time without going out, do you?" asked the gray dwarf, frowning.

"That's okay, of course I'm going out. Of course, the security measures must be taken in place, but what if there are children?" the lightning mage held on to the oak door, his eyes sunken and his face turned blue, and he smirked at his fellow adventurer.

"Well, I hope you'll remember that we're going to meet them at the Mermaid Tavern today," Morgaret turned abruptly, "you still have half an hour, and you won't be out by then." I'll tell them you died in Lilith's belly. Anyway, it's a matter of time, and we'll give her your share when the time comes. ”

"No, you can't do that, Morgritte, I know you're a reliable adventurer, how could you do such a thing!" Nicholas hurried back to the edge of the bed, grabbing his clothes and putting them on his body.

"Baby, you're wearing someone else's clothes. A coquettish voice came from behind Morgritte.

"Alright, don't mess around. I have serious things to do right now. You stay in your room and wait for me to come back. Don't go anywhere. ”

"Yes, my Master Mage. ”

The two of them were sweet and greasy, and when he heard the gray dwarf who was going downstairs shaking his head, he couldn't help but feel a little nostalgic for Angel. Such a life should be the life of the Baron and his beautiful slave girl.