The man carrying the hammer was startled by the posture of the old tree, and the hammer fell to the ground with a clatter, and he hurriedly said: "Don't get me wrong, I'm just a blacksmith, I have no malice." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

The self-proclaimed blacksmith had a curious look in his eyes, and he said to Mo Mingke: "In Wallenbosch, you can always see travelers from all over the continent, but I have never seen a traveler dressed like you. Where are you from?"

Mo Mingke was a little absent-minded, and replied casually: "We are from the west." ”

"West...... Is it the 'Outlands'?" the blacksmith looked surprised and asked, "Is this Mr. Elf your companion?"

"Well, yes, he's my minion...... Oh no, it's a servant. ”

"Wow! I'm so lucky to have met a rare guest from a foreign land! How about three adults come to my shop with a face?"

Mo Mingke wanted to refuse, but the blacksmith invited again and again, and finally had to agree, but he thought in his heart: This person has a bad vision, and he thinks that he has caught some distinguished guest, but he doesn't know that he is just three poor people who can't even afford to eat.

The blacksmith shop was full of weapons, and the boss led them on a tour, boasting about how sharp and beautiful the weapons he forged. Mo Mingke wasn't interested in weapons or anything like that, so he asked, "Is there anything special here?"

The blacksmith asked rhetorically, "What do you mean by that in particular?"

Yamm interjected, "Like enchanted weapons or something." ”

The blacksmith gave a thumbs up and complimented: "It seems that it is not possible to show real good things in front of connoisseurs." ”

The blacksmith pulled out a delicate rectangular box from the counter, and when he opened it, it revealed a long, quaint sword with no scabbard and a chill from the blade.

Yam lightly touched the spine of the sword, feeling the magical energy contained in it, and couldn't help but let out a heartfelt admiration: "Awesome, I didn't expect you to be able to forge an enchanted weapon of this grade at such a young age." ”

Mo Mingke quietly poked Yam's back, signaling him to stop talking to the boss, we don't have a penny on us, so we should hurry up.

Unexpectedly, the blacksmith had already started talking, and he said to Mo Mingke: "This sword is only worthy of a person of your status, if others want to buy it, I am not willing to sell it......"

Mo Mingke's heart was empty, and he quickly shirked and said, "I don't like swords without scabbards. ”

"Ah, is that so? It doesn't matter if you don't like it, tell me what kind of weapon you want, and I can make it and give it to you. ”

The blacksmith said these words to everyone's surprise, Mo Mingke knew in his heart that the sky would not fall in vain, so he said: "Boss, we are all straightforward people, you have something to do but it doesn't matter." ”

"I do have a place on my side that needs help. When the blacksmith saw that Mo Mingke had already made his words clear, he also confessed: "Not long ago, a customer placed an order with me, which requires a material called purple core leaf, which can only be grown in the Cambrai Mountains north of Wallenbosch. On weekdays, this material can be bought from the medicine farmers who go into the mountains to collect medicine, but during this time, it is suddenly out of stock. ”

"What's going on?" Mo Mingke asked.

"Recently there have been rumors that the Cambrai Mountains are haunted, and there is also a theory that there are man-eating beasts in the mountains. All in all, the medicine farmers who had recently gone into the mountains to collect medicine had mysteriously disappeared, so much so that now people are so panicked that no one dares to approach there anymore. ”

The blacksmith continued, "I also made a message to the Brotherhood, but unfortunately, the really good bounty hunters don't look down on this meager reward, and those who are a little less powerful have never returned after entering the mountain, so I want to ask you." ”

"That...... I want to ask, how much do you sell this sword?" Mo Mingke asked.

The blacksmith waved his hand and said, "This sword is not for sale, and the divine soldier is only given to those who are destined!"

"I mean, can the remuneration be exchanged for money?"

"Of course, I'm willing to pay 300 gold coins for it. ”

Mo Mingke was overjoyed in his heart, and immediately said: "Deal!"

"That would be great. By the way, by the way, the veins of this leaf are purple and easy to identify, so please try to pick as many as you can. ”

Mo Mingke patted his chest and said, "No problem, leave it all to us." ”

"Then, I'll wish you all the best!"