Diablo Destruction

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"When I heard that you were flying knives, you knew you would do it, Saqili, you are getting more and more refined."

Blacksmith Sick gave Sakiri a surprise look, smoked a tan, and a wrinkled face squeezed out a smile. To him, who had hundreds of years of blacksmith experience, Sakiri was probably just a very good Little girl, easy to guess?

"Please, old Sick." Sa Qili smiled broadly and accepted the old Sick's praise generously.

"No, I haven't said that I will promise you." Unexpectedly, the old Sick shook his head.

"Oh, do you think you can't do it?"

"Don't use radical methods, it's useless, I don't do it, I don't want to do it."

"why?"

"Without that spare time, let me do one, let me do more than three hundred, and I don't need to do other work? And repeating the same thing, for me, it is boring and can't help me improve I can’t even think about it at all."

"Can't any more money?" Sa Qili asked unwillingly.

"Yes, no matter how much, I want so much money to do anything, not to bring death to death."

"What about precious materials?"

"This... still doesn't work, really doesn't work, Sa Qili, you think about it, although a dark gold flying knife is small, but you want to make it, at least two or three days of effort, more than three hundred, that is several Years, too much. Too long."

"The same is said, it seems that we can only ask a few more blacksmiths to complete it together." Saqili nodded gently, understanding the old Sikh's hardships, as an excellent blacksmith. The most unbearable thing is to create mass-produced equipment, which will consume the blacksmith's inspiration and devour the blacksmith's creativity, even if it is dark gold equipment.

"There is no need to find many blacksmiths to help, there is a very suitable person." Old Sick gave us a look. Said after a moment of hesitation.

"The right person, one? Who wants to do so much in one breath."

"Do you know this person, and is it not our savior Lord who brought it to the third world?"

"Me? Oh, are you talking about... Chasi?"

"Well, go find her, she may be very suitable or maybe." Old Sick said here, pushed the sandworm pliers back, and buried himself in his forging, ignoring us.

Although Chasi inherited the Rukogas giant blacksmith heritage, it was not disclosed in the league. But in the blacksmith, especially in the senior blacksmith circle like Old Sick, it should be a little bit right. He would recommend Chasi. Is it because of this?

Looking for Chasi?

Not to mention that I forgot Chasi, but I feel that she is busy absorbing the inheritance of the giant blacksmith, and it is not good to hand over such heavy work to her, and in terms of blacksmith technology, only inherited the giant blacksmith for less than two years. With time, she certainly can't compare with the excellent blacksmiths like Old Sick. So I never thought about going to her for help. Now the old Sick said Chasi is more appropriate?

I seem to understand, remember that after Chasi inherited the giant blacksmith, it seems that even the profession has changed. The level is the same as the little ghost, and Chasi seems to have told me that she can gain experience in forging and upgrade her giant blacksmith level.

If that's the case, wouldn't it be a lot of rich experience to hand over these hundreds of flying knives to her forging? And Chasi's forging came from the heritage of the giant blacksmith. Don’t worry about doing this type of mass-produced work, which leads to a lack of inspiration and creativity-don’t say anything about finding your own blacksmith, if she can inherit the experience and skills taught to her by Lukogas, she will have five or six points. Already the top blacksmith in the dark continent.

"Uncle Siker, thank you so much. I will go to Chasi." Thinking of this, I secretly said that I was careless and forgot such an important thing. After thanking me, I immediately took everyone to Chasi's blacksmith shop. go with.

The blacksmith's shop in Chasi is still the same as before... Well, it is a bit deserted. She uses equipment inherited from the technology of giant blacksmiths, and has some special capabilities that other blacksmiths equipment does not, such as increased durability, such as the physics of weapons. The damage becomes completely attribute damage, or it may be accompanied by some unheard attributes, and so on.

However, it is only limited to this. To make the adventurers of the third world look good, she still has to continue to work hard. Most of the adventurers who come here are just to see these strange properties, or to see It is interesting to buy one or two pieces of collection, meaning meaning.

Chasi is still accumulating experience.

Seeing me come to visit, Chasi put down the work on hand, showing a look of surprise and joy.

"Van...Van Elder, you are here, sorry, I... I'm so rude. I'll wash it." Seeing my charcoal hands, my clothes and face were also dirty, just Xi was embarrassed, stood up and hurriedly went to the clear water pool beside him to rub his hands and wash his face, and then hesitated whether he should change to a cleaner clothes.

Seeing Chasi's actions, I couldn't help but endure, as always, being a cute and cute barbarian girl.

"Don't be busy, Chasi, I came here to ask you to do me a favor." I couldn't bear to see such an honest girl in a hurry, so I went straight to the subject.

"Huh, am I? The elders definitely want to ask me for help? Although I am very happy, but I am afraid I can't help you." Chasi bowed his head in shame, still lacking some self-confidence.

"You listen to me before you make a decision, and help me if you can." Without waiting for Chasi's answer, I would have spoken to Chasi in the old Sikna's words.

"Do you want to use these... these two sandworm pliers to make flying knives?" Chasedine looked at the material of the pliers in her hand, her fingertips lightly touched on it, and watched intently. After a moment, she remembered There are also valuable guests, quickly put down the things in their hands and stand up.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm so sorry.

"It doesn't matter, how can it be done?"

"I...I think...should...shouldn't be totally impossible." Chessy bit his lip, Chasi intermittently replied with little hesitation.

"However, it will be much worse than Uncle Sick's time. It will take more time... It will cost a lot of materials... It will also be a lot of waste... Maybe... maybe three hundred...I can't do so much...but ..."

Chasi is incoherent, she is an honest girl. All emotions will be expressed on the face, so we can easily understand what she is thinking.

She didn't have the confidence to compare with an old blacksmith like Sick, so she thought she couldn't do that to the demands that old Sick could meet.

but. I want to take this task, I want to think about it, the expression of longing on her face is expressed like this.

Seeing this, how can I have the heart to let her desire become a disappointment? The giant blacksmith inherited such good things to her, not to mention the two sandworm pliers. If she can get a lot from it, it is a good thing for me and for the league, so what a little loss is.

"It doesn't matter. As far as the attributes are concerned, as long as the explosion rate is increased and the number of recovery is enough, otherwise the damage is as high as possible. This is enough. As for the time and the number, the time is not tight. It is not necessary. There is no problem with the quantity of products. Two hundred are actually enough."

When I said this, knowing that Chasi was kind-hearted, she would feel overwhelmed and would not give her a chance to speak.

"Just do it, Chasi, I'll beg you for this matter."

"Ah, hey, but... I..." Chassie squinted. I don't know how to answer.

"Don't be any more, if you want to pick up or not, just answer me."

"I...I want to pick it up." A moment. Chasi lowered his head, quietly, but eagerly responded with determination.

"That's not right, oh, right." I suddenly clapped my hands and thought of something. I had forgotten this before, and since I saw Chasi, let me mention it.

"There are too many excellent blacksmiths in the third world, business is not easy to do."

"Yes... yes, I'm too far behind them." A casual sigh made Chasi bow his head in depression, oh oh oh.

"At least you can now repair the equipment in the hands of the adventurer, don't you?"

"Well, if it's just repairs..." Chasi nodded and looked at me in confusion. If he couldn't do even the most basic repairs, what qualification would he have to open a blacksmith shop here.

"That's enough. How about, Chasi, interested in opening a blacksmith's shop in my Holy See?"

"Wh...what?!" Chasi stayed for a long time before suddenly screaming, as if hearing something incredible.

"You are a giant blacksmith. Although it is not mature enough now, it must be very powerful in the future. I am a pre-investment, and since I promised to help me make a flying knife, it will be better in the near future. Most of the materials are still in the **** world. How about it? , Is it okay?" I reached out to Chasi and smiled.

"I... a person like me...really...really..." Qia Xi's soft and strong brown eyes, with wet tears flashing in it, is too exaggerated, just A simple invitation, not to give you the position of the devil, no one wants this thing!

"Say what, you are the one I chose to inherit the heritage of the giant blacksmith. Do you mean that my vision is not good?"

"No, that's not the case. Elder Fan is the savior, I'm just afraid... I'm afraid to live up to Elder Fan's expectations~www.readwn.com~ That's a guilt that can't be offset by 10,000 deaths."

Chasi wiped the corners of her eyes vigorously, and a little shyness and determination appeared on her white cheeks. She stretched out her hand and held it tightly with me.

Perhaps it inherited the relationship inherited from the giant blacksmith? I remember her original hands were very rough. After all, as a blacksmith, she is now very smooth and delicate, and... and warm like a stove, full of enthusiasm, as if you can feel the hot soul of the blacksmith from her hands.

Rucogas recognized her reason with only one glance, and I understand now.

"If an elder like me feels competent, please let me serve you and swear in the name of the barbarians' ancestors."

"That's it." I squeezed Chasi's softness... uh, big hands, smiling, okay, and turned to a promising blacksmith, ah, Raphael should not pull out the machete. Let me kill three days and three nights...

. . . (To be continued.)

ps: The second word is good, there is no word, ah huh.