177 strike iron

Returning to the room with the wooden crystal core, the ghost nodded apologetically and reached out to take out the demon knife from the wood crystal core.

"You are a space product!" The old mage, who had been silent, immediately opened his eyes and asked. He had seen space rings and belts, and had never seen people using sticks to make space products!

Old Albert naturally saw something like a space ring. Seeing this big stick, he couldn't help muttering in his heart: This boy is really mysterious. Why is it so weird everywhere?

The old man took this ordinary knife and looked at the scabbard and handle. The scabbard is a rough craftsmanship in the mountains, simple and generous, with some unique decorations on the knife handle, with some strange personal style, which is probably the personal hobby of Grandpa Agui.

He just wanted to pull out the knife to see the body of the knife, but the ghost quickly stopped it and said, "Hey, sir, slow down. My grandfather said that this knife is very evil. If you touch it, you will die. Be careful!"

"Death when you meet it? Is it still poisoned?" The old man didn't dare to be careless when he heard what the ghost said, and slowly pulled out the dark demon knife.

"What a knife!" There was no light on the blade under the candlelight, as if the light shining on it had been absorbed. Old Albert knew at a glance that the knife was very different. The knife body was narrow but not few, and its shape was as thin as a thin beauty. The lines were so beautiful that it made people's heart beat. The old man gently weighed the knife body, which was slightly heavier than ordinary metal, which just added a heavy weight to the thin knife body and was more comfortable to use.

"This knife is specially made for you!" With the eyes of experts, old Albert also saw that this knife was only suitable for ghosts, because its size and weight were just right for ghosts. The old man bent his fingers and bounced on the spine of the knife!

Ding~~, the crisp sound is like the whisper of the mountain sparrow singing, and the ending is reduced but melodious, showing that the whole body of the knife is delicate. The most rare thing is that the overall density is consistent, otherwise it is impossible to form such a distant ending.

"Good knife!" The bald Qiang couldn't help drinking a big sip of wine while listening to the melod voice, and others drank with meat. He came to drink with a knife voice.

"It's indeed a boutique. Your grandfather can be said to be a great craftsman. This knife is the best I have ever seen in my life!" Old Albert carefully put the demon knife into the sheath and handed it to the ghost. His eyes were blurred, and then he took a long breath, as if he had recovered his floating mood.

The ghost smiled and put the demon knife into the wood crystal core, while the silent old mage next to him opened his mouth and asked, "Hey, boy, your stick is very special. Where did you get it?"

This wood crystal core is a ghost's treasure. Vitrey said before that he must not let the magician touch him, otherwise the disaster would be endless. Unexpectedly, he didn't pay attention to this silent old mage when he was happy today, but now he actually misses him. When the ghost's eyes turned from the wood crystal core and opened the palm of the old mage, a blue gemstone flower appeared.

"Blue Moon Badge!" The old mage suddenly stood up, took over with trembling hands and looked at it carefully. Then he looked up and asked the ghost, "How did you get this thing?"

"This is for me by Mr. Dinant!" Agui knew that the old man knew the role of this heroic badge as soon as he saw him, and his answer was naturally righteous.

Dinan? Master Chris Dinan!? The old mage's hand trembled even more, and he quickly returned the badge to the ghost. He couldn't help but say politely, "I didn't expect that it was something given to you by the elder. Hey hey, so the little brother is his own..."

"Figero, what are you?" Old Albert has known the old mage for decades and has never seen him so excited.

"Chris Dinan, the legendary mage of fire, my idol forever!" The old mage said with a wry smile that he was not much younger than Dinan but had a worshipful face, which shows how much he worshipped the elder of the magician's guild.

"Fire Legendary Mage? Good guy!" Old Albert sighed and didn't ask again. He knew best about his old friend's affairs. As a fire mage, Fergero had been stagnant after reaching the junior mage because of his talent. It seemed that he could not break through the barrier and upgrade to intermediate for the rest of his life, so the old man followed himself to hang out in the blacksmith's shop. He was responsible for controlling the fire when he hit the iron, and he became the best partner.

When the low-level mage was young, he could still make a meal in the mercenary regiment. When he was a little older, he could not stand his self-esteem alone, so Pei Jieluo, a low-level mage, was also willing to hide by the fire and burn the fire. But today, when he heard the name of Dinan, the fire mage was still excited. Since he became a mage, his obsession with magic will never disappear.

"What is this thing? Did Master Dinan give you the jewelry? The bald man looked at the heroic badge with slanted eyes and asked jokingly.

"If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense!" Fergero scolded angrily. Anyway, the bald Qiang was also seen by him grow up, and the old man did not shy away from scolding his son.

Old Mage Pei Jieluo took a breath and said, "This is the heroic medal of the Magic Legion of the French Empire, which is only awarded to warriors who have made great contributions to the legion and the country!"

"Oh? You son of a bitch, you can get this thing!" The bald Qiang said to the ghost with a smile, and then lowered his head to eat and drink again. What does the things of the French Empire have to do with him? What a medal of hero is a blue flower ornament in the eyes of the bald man!

"Oh, I don't know the name of the little brother yet..." Old Albert picked up the glass and motioned at the ghost.

"My name is Agui," Agui quickly picked up the glass and touched the old man, and the two drank a glass of wine.

"Ghost, I think your craftsmanship is quite unique. Are you interested in coming to my store to work?" Old Albert put down the cup and asked casually while eating.

"I'm a mercenary, and now I'm still stationed in the arena with the team. I'm afraid I don't have time to do anything else." The ghost replied with a smile.

"It doesn't matter. As long as you have time, you can come. Just a few weapons will come out, so that your grandfather's craftsmanship will not be buried. Don't worry, we have a hammer!" Old Albert's head is smart. As long as the ghost can have half of his grandfather's ability, the product is a high-end product, and the sales will certainly not be a problem.

Agui lowered his head and thought for a moment. He also practiced his physical strength. Besides, if he used metal control, he would even exercise his mental strength, which was also a good thing, so he nodded and promised, "Then I'll come and try it when I have time. Ha ha, today is my first time to use a stove. This needs to be more familiar."

"Good!" Old Albert said happily, "Don't worry about other things. I specially prepared a set of stoves for you beside the bald Qiang. You are welcome to come at any time."

"Oh, by the way, old man, there is a weapon shop in front of you. I still have something I want to buy."

"If you need anything, just tell me. I'll sell you what we have here cheaply!"

"I need some bows and arrows. In addition, the strings of this bow are loose and I need to change one." The ghost said and took out his 40-stone bow from the wood crystal core.

The bald head beside him took the bow and pulled it, and couldn't help exclaiming, "This bow has forty stones, right? You are so strong! There is no problem with the arrow. I will give you as much as you want for quality and quantity. There is no problem with this bow string, but this bow frame is very ordinary. Even if you change a new string, it won't take long to loosen it. I think it's better to change a steel frame, which is durable and powerful. If you have this big stick, you are not afraid of its heavy, and you can take it with you at any time. Edge."

"Steel frame?" The ghost had never seen such a bow, and couldn't help asking curiously, "How strong is it?" What does it look like?"

"Let's eat first, and I'll show you later. To be honest, our hammer has been built for several generations. No matter the style, raw materials, construction and packaging of weapons, they are all first-class. If you have any problems with weapons, feel free to come to me!"

"Bah! You stinky boy, just drink some wine and talk nonsense. His grandfather is a great craftsman. Your weapons can be compared with others!" Old Albert laughed and cursed on the opposite side. They are all businessmen, and this set of boasting has long been said to be proficient.

"Ha, Brother Qiang is right. Although my grandfather is powerful, he didn't teach me much, so I only know a little about weapons, and the rest is not good." Agui said with a smile. There were two senior blacksmiths sitting here, and they could just ask what the strange iron egg was in his hand.

"Sir, you have a lot of vision and experience. Please help me see what this thing is. I got it when I was on a mission..." The ghost said and took out the strange metal egg.