The dinner lasted all night.

It wasn't until the sun rose the next day, and the sun shone on the leftovers of the long table, that the dinner party used to celebrate the harvest of blood sparks was officially over.

Except for some clansmen who were responsible for cleaning up the aftermath and tidying up the feast, most of the Blood Raven clansmen left the scene one after another, preparing to go back to their respective homes.

"Let's go back to the attic, too."

Under a big tree, Qi Lin and Catherine sat side by side on the grass, and after speaking, they took her little hand and slowly got up.

"By the way, what about Irena?"

Catherine then stood up, and then looked around curiously, looking left and right, trying to find the figure of the little succubus among the many Blood Ravens who were leaving the scene one after another.

Soon, she was in the midst of a group of white-haired girls and saw Irena's conspicuous pink-haired back.

"Irena!"

Catherine shouted at her, "Come here! It's time for us to go! ”

"Huh?"

Irena, who was laughing and chatting with a few white-haired girls beside her, suddenly turned around when she heard this.

Then, with a smile and a wave of goodbye to the girls, Irena jumped up and down with cheerful steps, and happily returned to Qi Lin and Catherine.

"What did you just talk about, so happy?"

Qi Lin hugged the willow waist of the little succubus and pulled her into his arms.

"Hehe, they say I'm a dancing genius!"

Irena snuggled up in Qi Lin's arms, her face full of pride, like a proud swan, and raised her neck, "They said that my performance last night was simply genius!" I didn't rehearse with them, but I jumped a few laps with them, and I danced better than them! Also, they just invited me to join their dance troupe! ”

"Dancing? Oh! ”

Qi Lin was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that this little succubus seemed to have drunk too much last night, and forcibly mixed in with a group of islander girls who were dancing, and then mixed up, and became the C position of the dance troupe, and danced with them for most of the night.

"So you agreed to join their dance troupe?" Catherine asked with a chuckle.

"Not really."

Irena shook her head and said honestly: "I found that I seem to only dance when I'm drunk, and once I'm sober, I can't remember the rhythm of the music and dance steps, so I should forget about joining a dance troupe or something, I can't drink a few barrels of liquor every time I go to dance?" ”

"Haha!"

Qi Lin and Catherine couldn't help but laugh when they heard this.

"Mr. Qi Lin!!"

Suddenly, a deep man's voice came from behind.

"Huh?"

Qi Lin turned his head.

I saw a strong, white-haired man with a scruffy beard walking towards him.

He'd seen this strong man.

When he followed Andre to the Blood Raven Walled City for the first time, Qi Lin saw a demon blacksmith shop in the walled area.

At that time, a few demon swords in the shop ran out and were fighting around in a sonorous manner, and then this strong man walked out of the store, took a few feet, and directly kicked these swords honestly.

This scene is quite joyful, so Qi Lin has a little impression of this strong man.

"You're the owner of the Demon Blacksmith's shop?"

Qi Lin looked at the white-haired strong man walking in front of him, and asked with a smile.

"Mr. Qi Lin actually recognizes me?!"

When the white-haired blacksmith heard this, he looked flattered, and then scratched his head a little embarrassedly, and said with a smile: "Hey, but I'm not the boss yet, my father is the owner of the shop, and I'm a starter now, and I still have a lot to learn from inheriting the shop." ”

"Oh, so what was the matter with you just calling me?"

Qi Lin nodded slightly, and then asked straight to the point.

"Yes, something."

The white-haired blacksmith hurriedly straightened his expression and said seriously: "Mr. Qi Lin, yesterday the lord ordered us, saying that it was your demon soldier upgrade matters, and our shop was responsible for all of them.

And I'm here now, mainly to ask you, do you need to use magic weapons lately?

If you don't need it in a hurry, can you show us the magic weapon first?

After all, Demon Soldiers are not dead creatures, but living creatures, so if you want to achieve the best enhancement effect, you need to conduct a comprehensive inspection of Demon Soldiers, and accurately allocate the most suitable upgrade materials according to the nature and situation of each Demon Soldier.

This inspection takes a long time, often taking several days.

So we mainly want to help Mr. Qi Lin check the situation of the magic soldier first, and then help you prepare the upgrade materials in advance, so that when your magic soldier reaches the upgrade standard, you don't need to wait any longer, and you can start upgrading and strengthening immediately. ”

"Understood."

After hearing these words, Qi Lin took out Ah Wan in the form of a long sword and a blue soft in the form of a jelly from the space necklace around his neck.

"Huh?"

When the white-haired blacksmith saw Awan in the form of a long sword, he didn't react, but when he saw the blue softness in the form of jelly, the whole person was directly dumbfounded.

"What's wrong?"

When Qi Lin saw his expression, his mood suddenly became worried.

There are many branches of Hellfire.

For example, the Awan and Blue Soft Clans he contracted were the Phaseless Demon Soldier Clan and the Mimic Demon Soldier Clan, and these two sub-clans were rare and rare even in hell.

Then the question arises, can the demon blacksmith of the Blood Raven tribe know how to upgrade the demon soldiers of these two races?

If you don't understand, then you don't have to do it.

"Is this really a demon soldier?"

The white-haired blacksmith had a strange expression, stretched out his right index finger, and poked the blue soft in Qi Lin's arms.

"Wow......"

The jelly-form blue soft movement twice, letting out a milky protest.

"I didn't feel the slightest bit of magic from it."

The white-haired blacksmith looked at Qi Lin and hesitated: "Although the shape of the demon soldier is strange, there are all kinds of appearances, and it is not uncommon for this kind of gelatinous appearance to appear, but the key is that I have never seen a demon soldier without magic power, even the lowest level of magic soldier, there will be a weak magic power in the body, Mr. Qi Lin, what kind of magic soldier is it?" ”

"You've never seen a demon soldier like this?"

Qi Lin's heart sank, and he frowned: "In other words, you can't strengthen this demon soldier?" ”

"Well, not necessarily." The white-haired blacksmith hurriedly explained, "Maybe I'm not good at learning, so I don't know him, but my dad may know!" Mr. Qi Lin, why don't we go back to the shop now and let my dad see this magic soldier? He had just gone back straight after the banquet. ”

"Okay."

Qi Lin put away the two demon weapons and nodded, "Let's go." ”

"Mr. Qi Lin, please."

The white-haired blacksmith then walked to the other side of the street and led the way.

Qi Lin, Irena, and Catherine followed.

soon

Led by the white-haired blacksmith, they walked through half of the walled city into a secluded alley, and officially arrived at the door of the magic blacksmith shop.

At this time, the door of the blacksmith shop was closed, but not completely, leaving a small gap.

"Daddy!"

The white-haired blacksmith stepped forward, opened the door, and shouted inside, "Come out!" Mr. Qi Lin is here! ”

"What?!"

A shocked old voice came from inside the blacksmith shop, "I asked your kid to get Mr. Qi Lin's demon soldiers, why did you bring him here?!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a rush of footsteps at the staircase in the blacksmith's shop.

Immediately afterwards, a drunk, drunken old man with a rosacea nose walked down from the second floor of the shop and appeared in Qi Lin's sight.

"Oops! It's really Mr. Qi Lin! ”

After the rosacea old man saw Qi Lin standing outside the door, he hurriedly stretched out his hand to beckon him in: "Hurry up, Mr. Qi Lin, come in and sit!" Come in and sit! If you can come to us, it really makes our little shop shine! ”

"A small shop?"

Qi Lin walked into the shop, looked around, looked at the spacious hall of this blacksmith shop, and the handful of demon soldiers of different shapes hanging on the wall, and couldn't help but smile, "Such a big shop, it is said to be a 'small shop', the boss is too modest." ”

"Haha! That's just as well! ”

When the rosacea old man heard this, he was not polite, and laughed loudly: "Looking at the entire tribe, the craftsmanship of our blacksmith shop is ranked first!" Otherwise, the lord would not have handed over Mr. Qi Lin's demon soldiers to us to upgrade, so ah, Mr. Qi Lin, if you hand over the demon soldiers to us, you can put a hundred hearts! ”

"In that case, boss, you should palm your eyes first."

Qi Lin looked at the old blacksmith and took Awan and Lan Soft out of the spatial necklace again.

"Huh?"

The old blacksmith looked at the blue softness in the form of jelly, his eyes suddenly froze, and even the smell of wine emanating from his body was swept away.

He stretched out his hands and carefully took Lan Soft from Qi Lin's hands.

"Wow......"

Lan Soft shook his body softly, adjusted a comfortable lying position in the palm of the old blacksmith's palm, and then continued to sleep on his stomach.

"No magic?"

The old blacksmith touched the jelly body of the blue soft Q bomb, and after confirming it repeatedly, his face showed a shocked expression, "Mr. Qi Lin, this magic soldier of yours is the legendary mimic demon soldier?!" Although it doesn't have magical power, it can be a kaleidoscopic mimic magic soldier?! ”

"You know? Very good. ”

Seeing his reaction like this, Qi Lin's hanging heart relaxed slightly, and then said, "Yes, it's a mimic demon soldier, so do you know how to help it upgrade?" ”

"Tut-tut, I didn't expect that the old man and I would be able to touch a living mimic demon soldier with my own hands before entering the ground."

The old blacksmith did not answer Qi Lin's question, still immersed in his emotions.

"You've never touched a mimic before?" Qi Lin asked, "On the Demon Soldier Island of the Demon Sea, there are no mimic demon soldiers?" ”

"Yes, there is, but it's quite difficult to capture."

The old blacksmith kept rubbing his soft blue jelly body with his rough hands, and said with emotion: "After all, these little guys who can change are not only extremely rare, but they usually like to lie in remote corners, sleep motionless, and it is normal to sleep for a few years or more at a time.

And it doesn't have magical powers, it doesn't emit any aura, so it's even harder to spot.

Maybe a fallen leaf we passed by on Demon Soldier Island was turned into a mimic demon soldier, but we just ignored it.

It's scarce and hard to find.

In this case, the difficulty of capturing the mimic demon is naturally very high.

As far as I know, the last time the mimic was discovered and captured was more than eighty years ago.

More than eighty years ago, Zabkul, the last lord of the Blood Whale Tribe, found a mimic demon soldier who had just woken up on the Demon Soldier Island, and because the other party was active, he found out that it was a mimic demon soldier.

Then, after some exchanges, Zabkul successfully subdued him.

But Zabkul was too bold.

He actually took this mimic demon soldier to the inland side, and made the mimic demon muter take the appearance of the previous pope, trying to loot all the treasures of a cathedral without bloodshed by means of a fake oracle. ”

"Turn the mimic soldiers into humans?"

When Qi Lin heard this, he was slightly stunned, "But, it's going to be revealed all of a sudden, right?" The mimic demon soldier's IQ is so low that he can't even learn how to walk like a normal person, let alone pretend to be a great pope, and he can't even speak human words. ”

"You don't need to walk, you don't need to speak."

The old blacksmith shook his head and explained, "Why does the Pope walk? It was enough for the Pope to sit on the chariot. As for talking? It is also normal for the Pope to have his attendants deliver the message on his behalf.

Zabkul, the last lord of the Blood Whale Tribe, after the mimic demon mutiny became the Pope, let it sit in the carriage, then tie it to the seat with iron chains, fix its limbs and neck to ensure that it does not twist and turn, and finally cover the chains with a wide robe, so that it is basically disguised.

As for Zabkul himself, he put on the armor and covered helmet of a papal knight, disguised as the papal bodyguard.

In this way, Zabkul led the carriage and swaggered towards the main entrance of the church.

As a half-demon islander, he was naturally detected by the church's demon identification crystal, but he was prepared, tying up one of his subordinates in advance and putting it on horseback, and then claiming that the magic identification crystal detected was actually only this islander captive.

The guards were naturally surprised.

However, when Zabkul lifted the curtain of the carriage and revealed the face of the Pope, the guards were not surprised, and knelt down and bowed on the spot one by one.

Then, Zabkul lied that the Pope had found out that there was corruption among the priests, so he made a surprise inspection, and asked the church people to open the treasury and gather all the treasures together, and he wanted to count them.

Although the incident suddenly aroused suspicion, Zabkul came in the name of a surprise inspection, and secondly, he led the face of the pope, so the guards of the church, one by one, did not dare to ask more, so they could only do so, collect all the treasures of the church, and take the initiative to send them to Zabkur.

The point is that the mimics do not possess any magical power in their bodies.

Because of this, its transformation does not emit any magical fluctuations, and it does not make the priests of the church suspect that this is a fake disguise of transformation magic, which can be said to be a seamless disguise.

Sometimes, however, the plan is better than the change.

Just as Zabkul was about to take the treasure and run away, the Pope himself arrived.

Because the pope at that time happened to be in the town near the church, he suddenly heard that 'he' was conducting a surprise inspection in the church, so he quickly rushed over and directly exposed Zabkul's lies.

Then came the big war.

But Zabkul was no match for the Pope, and in the end he couldn't even run out, and was killed by the Pope on the spot, and died in that church.

And the mimic demon soldier was crushed and killed on the spot by the Pope, after all, he thought that such a dangerous thing should not survive in the world, if he didn't happen to be nearby that day, maybe Zabkul's plan really succeeded......

In this way, the only living mimic demon soldier in the past hundred years died with Zabkur. ”

This is the end of the story.

And when the old blacksmith said this, the old man's face was full of regret.

"Eh, what is this called Zakuku, his luck is too bad, right?"

After listening to this story, Irena couldn't help but complain: "Bring a fake pope and prepare to deceive people, but the real pope is doing a private interview with a microserver nearby?" This luck is also absolute. ”

"Hmmm......"

Qi Lin looked thoughtful.

The strategy itself is still remarkable.

First, in the magical worldview of the Hanhai Realm, it is common sense that "transfiguration will emit magic fluctuations", so it is easy to pretend to succeed in the existence of mimic magic soldiers who do not emit magic fluctuations.

Second, the majesty of a ruler like the Pope is too high for ordinary guards to question too much.

But as Irena said, that Zabkul was too unlucky.

If this plan doesn't work, it's not his fault.

Therefore, the idea of letting the mimic demon soldier transform into a human and thus arrange some strategies is okay in itself, write it down first, and maybe use it later.

"So do you know how to level up your mimics?"

Qi Lin looked at the old blacksmith and got back to business.

(End of chapter)