"Well, if you want to build it, you have to build the best blacksmith shop. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info "Salit." Larsson's voice rang out behind Morgridt. "Whitestone is about to welcome a large number of adventurers, they need a lot of weapons, how can you meet their needs without a decent blacksmith shop, dear Morgritte, you won't have trouble with the lovely Golden Moore, will you?"

"But if I want to build a larger blacksmith shop, I won't have enough space here?" said the gray dwarf worriedly.

"You don't have to worry about this, I planned it for you, the family next door applied to leave White Rock Town before the eternal night, and I brought you the title deed. All you have to do is open the walls of the two houses, so there's plenty of room for a big stove. The lord took out a white title deed from his bosom.

Morgaret took the white hide, which was covered by a bright red sigil, the title deed of the Whitestone town's territory, protected by the entire Celtiana. In the blink of an eye, the gray dwarf went from being a penniless poor sour blacksmith to a wealthy man with two fixed properties, a change that Morkriet couldn't get used to.

"The blacksmith needs ore, copper ingots, iron ingots, which are not easy to obtain!" said Morgritte.

"I'll arrange all of this, you just need to get a batch of weapons ready as soon as possible, and I'll be able to use them soon. The lord said.

Morwritte suddenly felt that he had become idle, and the lord took over the renovation of the blacksmith shop next door to purgatory. Recently, the weather has been getting colder and colder, and the sky has been falling with goose feathers and snow from time to time, and many penniless adventurers have cowered in the Purgatory Tavern, at least there is a warm fire in the tavern to prevent them from freezing to death.

Every year on winter nights, there are always some adventurers who come to White Rock Town, and their purpose is the ghost beasts that appear in the eternal night. These ghost beasts are unique creatures of the eternal night, they only appear in the eternal night of winter, and the probability of them producing magic crystals is much higher than that of other magical beasts, basically as long as they are ghost beasts, there are magic crystals in their bodies. Of course, the ghost beast only produces dark magic crystals, although dark magic crystals are not as valuable as other types of magic crystals, but there is a group of dark mages in the swamps in the south, and they are in great demand for dark magic crystals, so the price of dark magic crystals has become higher and higher over the years.

If there is a demand, there will definitely be people who will take risks, so every winter night, the light of the eternal night envelops Baishi Town, and when the ghost beast comes, it is the most lively time in Baishi Town, but those ordinary adventurers usually choose to leave, compared to the magic crystal, or life is more important. Because in the past few years, ghost beasts have visited Baishi Town several times, and when ghost beasts come, it is difficult for ordinary people to survive except for those adventurers who have carried very good luck. Basically, only one-third of the population is permanently inhabited in White Rock Town, and the rest are adventurers who migrate like migratory birds.

After darkness fell, the ghost beast slowly appeared, and before the ghost beast appeared, such adventurers were nested in the tavern and waited. So at this time, there was no shortage of strong labor to build a tavern. I heard that the lord had built a blacksmith shop, and everyone enthusiastically signed up, and some even suggested that they only need to take care of the food.

The shared wall next to the Purgatory Tavern was opened, and the hall was cleared out of the hall with tall wooden shelves inside. The two rooms in the back were emptied and ready to be used for the stove. Goblin Miki was running around behind the lord. Goblins are better at things like building furnaces than grey dwarves, and they have a natural passion for building.

Salit. Larsson was followed by a woman covered in a wide gray cloak, who grabbed the gray dwarf by the hand and dragged him to the kitchen at the back of the Purgatory Tavern.

"Angela, you are still willing to come back!" Morgaret took off Angela's wide cloak and said sourly, "Do you make a good friend and forget your master!"

The fairy face of the fairy looked pale and frightening under the oil lamp, the two moons were bloodshot, and the eye sockets were deeply sunken, giving people a feeling of exhaustion.

"How could a slave betray her master, but she has a problem with her choice," Angie stretched out her hand to smooth out the wrinkles on Morgritte's dress, "Morgritte, you must have a way to hide the brilliance of this long dress, right?"

"Of course," said Morgridt, smiling, "but you have to take her off." ”

I have to say that the gray dwarf does not behave like a qualified noble lord at all, not only giving her a long dress made of rare Mithril to her slave, but also agreeing to many unreasonable demands of the slave. This is a very strange manifestation. Many years later, the legendary blacksmith was asked, but even he couldn't answer.

So some people said that it was because the gray dwarf fell in love with the fairy princess of the misty forest, and those gossip women were convinced of it. Of course, something beyond friendship can be expected between the fairy princess of the Misty Forest and the future legendary blacksmith. However, in fact, it is impossible for a slave to resist any demands of the slave owner in Sertiana, and as a slave of a legendary blacksmith, even the fairy princess of the Misty Forest cannot let her get rid of such an identity throughout her life, and her private property is sacrosanct.

In fact, after the duel was won, and after Morgaret became the master of Purgatory, he had all the rights to Angela, the fairy, life or death.

Angela also cleared this identity gap, so she calmly took Mowglitte's anger off in front of Mowglitte. With a tall body and a warm breath, the best outcome of being a slave girl is to stay by the side of the nobles.

It was a natural occasion, a beautiful slave girl, a young aristocratic lord, and an ambiguous smell in the kitchen, Mowglitte was not a saint, he was a gray dwarf, a pervert of the Western Ghats. He didn't need to hide his desires at all.

This is his purgatory, this is his slave girl, the young slave girl, of course, if it is a fairy who has not been touched by a man, of course it is more valuable, but the gray dwarf is not short of money now, the blacksmith shop is about to open, and the purgatory tavern is now overcrowded and business is booming. He doesn't need to suppress his desires.

"Angela, it's a little hot. The gray dwarf's eyes were red.

With a clang, the heavy wooden door of the kitchen was kicked open, and the proud lord walked in.