Morgridle picked up the hammer on the ground, it was an ordinary hammer, and the blacksmith shops in the Western Ghats were full of hammers of this style. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info gray dwarf holding this hammer is like returning to the years of the Western Ghats, quiet and beautiful. However, there is one thing that is different, the hammer is very comfortable to hold in the hand, like an extension of the fingers.

Morgaret immersed his spiritual power into the black iron hammer, and found that it was a misty space, and the whole person was shocked, as if he had broken free from some kind of restraint, and when he examined himself, he found that his spiritual power had been transformed into magic power, although there was only a pitiful hundred Tesla, but this meant that Morgaret could officially start enchanting.

Enchantment is a watershed for blacksmiths, and under normal circumstances, only silver blacksmiths can convert their spirits into magic before they can start enchanting. Enchantment is necessary to craft magical weapons, and a blacksmith without magic cannot do this on his own.

"Well, isn't it a surprise to be a future craftsman-sama. Morgritte's ears rang with the sound of a crow.

It's not a great thing to have a talking hammer, especially if you don't want to.

"Extract your anger and inject it into that Mithril robe, your anger is the spirit of this robe, so strictly speaking it can't be considered a real artifact, but it has the ability to grow, and in the long river of time it gradually grows, and what will become of it in the end, no one knows. The raven landed on top of the Mithril robes, and the Black Iron Hammer turned back into a bracer and returned to the gray dwarf's wrist.

Angela, the elf, has been in the gray dwarf's room since she entered her mouth. She was on the verge of crying. No matter who it is, a dazzling and beautiful dress will be unhappy to become what it is now.

The long skirt became much shorter, just up to the knees. The lace is gone, leaving only the thick leather. The lower body is a pair of crumpled pants that look dull, and there is a thickened round cushion at the knees. The upper body has been transformed into a small vest, which looks good for defense, but has a strange style. His Majesty's crown on his head turned into a headband, and five flawless magic crystals became dim and dotted on it.

"It's a little too ugly, can't you just make it look a little better?" Angela muttered dissatisfied.

"It's safe to wear it like this, no one would have thought that this would be an artifact made of Mithril. Morwritte replied curtly.

The transformation of the blacksmith shop is going on day and night, and the Purgatory Tavern now has many idle adventurers who can hire a strong man for a small payment. When everyone heard that Morgaret was going to open a blacksmith shop, they rushed to help.

The wall between the Purgatory Tavern and the next house was hollowed out, connecting the two houses. Rows and rows of log shelves, piles of charcoal, and truckloads of iron ore were brought in.

The owner of Mowglitte wandered around like no one, but Miki was caught by the crow and worked as a coolie, and the central stove and blower were all made by the goblin alone little by little. Miki's craftsmanship is really good, he is very good at making these strange gadgets, such as this blower, it is very beautiful, and the wind that comes out is also big, but the sound is a little noisy. The stove was built in the room behind the hall. Morkriet looked at only one and then smiled and nodded.

The Purgatory Tavern sign was removed, and a hammer mark was added to the side of the wine glass mark on the sign, and then it was hung up again. This is the common rule for adventurers, as long as they see the mark of the black hammer, adventurers know that this is a blacksmith shop opened by a black iron blacksmith.

The Legendary Tavern Purgatory has one more content, and since then it has also been in the business of a blacksmith shop, and it has quietly opened without celebration or publicity. The adventurers of the Purgatory Tavern found that they had one more option to buy weapons.

The bellows began to whirl, iron ore and charcoal were added to the furnace, and soon the crimson molten iron flowed out, and Morwritte began to clank with a hammer.

Soon the shelves of logs were filled with black iron weapons, long swords, short swords, and shields. When Morwritte was tired, he lay down by the fire to rest, and when he had rested, he got up and continued to strike iron. It was like returning to the Western Ghats, where he had been striking iron all day, and there was nothing else to think about, and gradually the thoughts he had received from the Raven Materazzi melted into the gray dwarf's mind and became his own thoughts.

While Morgridt was concentrating on striking iron, ghost beasts appeared in the wilderness north of Whitestone. The first to appear is the ghost rabbit transformed into the wind rabbit, these usually docile and cute and unattacking wind rabbits have red eyes, and their bodies are pitch black and fast as lightning, and they are extremely attackable.

A team of five adventurers encountered a Storm Ghost Rabbit in the wilderness unprepared, three of the five remained in the wilderness forever, and the remaining two barely escaped, but one lost his right hand and the other lost an eye. The adventures of these two adventurers are almost over.

Although these two people were injured, they successfully killed the ghost wind rabbit and brought it back to White Rock Town, and the encounter between the two of them immediately caused a sensation in the purgatory tavern, you must know that the flawed dark magic crystal they brought back and the ghost wind rabbit's teeth, fur and other magic items can be exchanged for about a thousand gold moores, and these thousand gold moles can almost make the two of them live a carefree life for more than ten years after the two of them are divided.

The great gain stifled the nerves of the adventurers, and many of them formed a group of adventurers who walked out into the wilderness north of Whitestone Town, completely ignoring the great risk and throwing themselves into the darkness in spite of everything.

Morkriet woke up from his slumber and took a pleasantly hot bath. Eat a full meal in the tavern of Purgatory, and then take a glass of wine, snuggle up in the sofa in the dim corner of Purgatory, watching the adventurers come and go in a daze.

In the past few days, Mowglitte has been focusing on striking iron, and I feel that the technology of building has improved a lot, and if it takes a while, I may be able to try silver-level weapons. But it always felt like something was missing. At this moment, the lightning mage with an excited face sat in front of Mowglitte.