After Luffy left, Leng Wushuang asked with some curiosity, "Sacrifice, why didn't I know that you still had time to forge weapons?

The priest shook his head, he wouldn't hide anything from Leng Wushuang.

"Wushuang, these things are all things that they had in their hands when I was fighting with a group of dead soldiers in the Mo family, I just took them away. But I found a weapon in it, one of the ones I bought for President Luffy, so I figured there must be something in it. ”

Mo Xiaoxiang listened to the words of the sacrifice, and subconsciously touched the long sword on his waist, he only now understood why the sacrifice would give this sword to himself as a gift.

He continued, "Don't you see President Luffy's reaction just now? I think he must know something! There are so many secrets in this city of Shama. ”

"Then what should we do? He won't be bad for us, right?" Leng Wushuang asked with some concern.

President Luffy is the president of the Molders Guild, and he already has transcendent strength, and the influence of the Molders Guild is quite terrifying, especially a molder like Luffy who stands at the top of the pyramid, but he is the object of all the strong people.

The priest smiled faintly, he was very ordinary in his heart, if Luffy really wanted to do it, how could he tell the Holy See of the Divine Domain that had come to him?

No matter how stupid he is, he can guess that his life is now worth more than a mountain of gold, and from Luffy's hesitant attitude, he has guessed some other things.

A moment later a hurried footstep came from outside the room, and the door opened and came in addition to President Luffy, who was also an acquaintance of the priest, and it was Mr. Char, who had thought of him since he first came here.

How to say that his own caster appraisal was done by the man in front of him, and compared with his ignorance at the beginning, he now seems a lot more mature and stable.

"It's really you! The people below said that President Luffy invited a few guests to the second floor, I thought it was a big shot, but I didn't expect it to be you! Haha...... Good boy...... "After saying that, he directly gave the sacrifice a hug.

"Wait a minute, someone will come and give you an appraisal in a moment. When I went downstairs just now, I happened to run into Char, and then I told him about your coming, he couldn't bear to come to see you no matter what, you know, I can't stop him!" After saying that, he forgot about Char, and then spread his hands helplessly.

Char was said by him like a monkey anxious teenager, and he couldn't stand it anymore for a face-loving person at his age, so he immediately replied.

"If you're going to say that, I seem to remember last month that I didn't know who made a bet with me and lost a drink, and I still haven't paid it back. How do you think I should praise him for being a good man?"

When Luffy heard his words, he looked a little helpless. Although he knew that Char was a person who couldn't afford to lose, he didn't expect to be so stingy at his age.

Char regained face on his lips, and he once again set his sights on the sacrifice.

"Boy, tell me the truth, what level of casting level have you reached now?" For a molder, being young is the period when he is the fastest level, which is the opposite of the accumulation of the Creator's precipitation.

Sometimes, some fanciful ideas can turn out to be the best way to break through the bottleneck. He was looking forward to the sacrificial martyr, a saint flame molder who was rare to see in a hundred years.

The priest hesitated for a while, he didn't know how to tell Char that in the past five years, he had not practiced Creator at all, but was simply cultivating the Saint Yan surname. Originally, if Luffy asked, he might have said it, but in the face of Char's expectant expression, he really felt a little difficult to speak.

Char didn't look at the sacrificial corpse, so he fell on the forged weapons in front of him, and he took out a short knife that was about level 4 with a faint blue halo and looked at it.

"Sacrifice, this is what you brought to the guild to sell, right? You really didn't disappoint me, I really didn't expect that in five years, you would already be able to forge a cast weapon with a different surname, it seems that I will probably not be your opponent in another five years!" he smiled foolishly while admiring the short sword in his hand, these cast weapons were like treasures in his eyes, and he couldn't put them down.

Among the molders, there are also some divisions of departments.

For example, molders with the energy of the fire caste, the casting equipment they cast themselves will definitely have some castes or skills related to the fire casting, but this is not a certainty.

Every powerful caster will try their best to tap their potential and make the weapons and equipment they cast more diverse, so they will work materials, but the weapons and equipment forged with materials of other castes will often be much lower than their own ability in terms of level.

But as a molder, or a real molder, casting all the equipment that belongs to the family name is a process after all.

When the level of the Molder reaches level 6, when he is able to forge the weapons and equipment of the second caste on his own and reaches the level of level 6, then he can be promoted to the level 7 Molder.

This is also one reason why there are relatively many low-level molders on the mainland, while high-level molders are relatively rare.

And the power of the Holy Flame possessed by the Sacrifice is like a super cheat.

The Holy Flame surname contains, the Fire Caste, the Light Caster, plus the power of the fused Saint Flame, that is to say, as long as the sacrifice reaches the level of a Level 6 Molder, they can directly skip the threshold of Level 7 and directly become a Level 8 Modeler.

This is also one of the most important reasons why Uncle Dong was so excited when he saw that the sacrificial corpse had the power of the Holy Flame.

Leng Wushuang looked at the priest's somewhat embarrassed expression, she leaned into the priest's ear and whispered, "To be honest, what is your caster level?"

The priest glanced at Leng Wushuang, he stretched out three fingers with his right hand, and Leng Wushuang seemed to hesitate when he looked at him when he stretched out the third finger.

Leng Wushuang wanted to die headlong, but she never thought that the sacrifice was so simple, and he really didn't do anything else in the past five years except for the cultivation of the creator.

In addition to the embarrassed smile at the moment, I'm afraid I really don't know what expression to use to face Leng Wushuang and Char.

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