The house is hot.

But compared to outside, it doesn't seem to be anything.

Yi Lin sat opposite Gelang's blacksmith, helplessly took off the [fire mask] and sighed: "I'm dressed like this, how did you recognize me?"

“It doesn’t matter.”

It seems that it is very difficult to draw information from the taciturn blacksmith Ge Lang.

Yi Lin thought for a moment, thinking about the architectural style of the land of fire and the strange arrangement of more than one blacksmith shop, Yi Lin thought of a possibility.

"Is this your hometown?"

"yes."

"Then what are you doing in Labu Town?"

"wait."

"What are you waiting for?"

Ge Lang's blacksmith was silent for a moment, and shook his head again.

You are so stylish.

Yi Lin firmly believed that there must be special tasks in this weird NPC.

This is indeed the hometown of Gelang's blacksmith.

In addition to being famous for hot springs, the fire source country seems to have many blacksmith shops, and everyone is a good blacksmith.

"By the way, where are they?"

Yi Lin finally remembered her former teammates.

“In ‘Poseidon’.”

"The giant beast of water, Poseidon?" Yi Lin lowered his head and thought.

The two "navigilance pointers" given by Homeros were Poros and Aurora.

Poros's navigation pointer is on Ning's right.

As for Poseidon...

"The giant beast of water is actually potentially under the sea of ​​clouds?"

After Yi Lin figured out this incident, she looked surprised.

"yes."

"I see."

Yi Lin understood.

No wonder after jumping into the sea that day, the fat man and the blacksmith Ge Lang were safe. It turned out that they happened to meet the passing "Poseidon".

"By the way, there's one more thing."

He was chased by afloat all the way and fled in a hurry, so that Yi Lin had been forgetting the recasting of the question mark sword. Now that he was recognized by Ge Lang's blacksmith through the mask, Yi Lin could not be in vain. Let's talk about the progress of the mission.

"I've agreed before."

The blood drop of the saint is one word different from the [Holy Blood] in the task requirement. Yi Lin knew it would not work, but he would always have no harm in trying it.

Seeing the uncondensed drop of blood in Yi Lin's hand, Ge Lang's blacksmith's turbid eyes lit up slightly, and he stared at the "blood drop" in the bottle. After observing with a strange look for a while, Ge Lang's blacksmith shook his head again: "It's not enough."

"bite!"

[Main mission: The road to recovery of the "Unknown Divine Sword"! Mission target update.]

[Current goal: Collect the complete "Holy Blood".]

【Current progress: 1/4.】

【Task Difficulty: SSS】

【Task time limit: None.】

【Task Reward: Unknown.】

"OK."

In fact, if it weren't for the slutty player who was crazy about the trouble, his main task would have been updated long ago. But if you think about it carefully, the update will be updated later and early will not have any impact on the completion of the task.

"In other words, there are four drops of 'Holy Blood Drops' in the world, which is probably inseparable from the Holy See."

While Yi Lin was thinking about this, Gelang's blacksmith suddenly changed the subject.

"Are you here to find the 'Six Evil Generals'?"

Yi Lin raised his head in surprise and looked at Ge Lang Blacksmith. Unfortunately, Ge Lang Blacksmith, the NPC, has a very strong personality and her expression remains unchanged. She cannot see any strange emotions from her face.

"Yes, but how do you know?"

"This doesn't matter," Gelang blacksmith did not explain Yi Lin's confusion at all. After being silent for a full ten seconds, he continued the topic again: "Go to find the 'witch'."

"shrine?"

"Um."

"clear."

Yi Lin nodded and turned around to leave.

In the darkness, Gelang blacksmith murmured again, as if he was talking to himself.

“It’s over.”

At this time, Yi Lin still didn't understand the meaning of this sentence.

...

...

In order to avoid misunderstanding that he is a brave man, Yilin left Emperor Wang Tian in the hot spring hotel, alone, and after saying goodbye to Gelang's blacksmith, he came to the stone steps leading to the shrine.

"stop!"

As expected, Yi Lin was stopped again.

Two spears crossed and crossed in front of Yi Lin.

"Please be polite first and then soldiers."

Yi Lin sighed lightly. If it weren't for the hometown of Gelang's blacksmith, if Yi Lin hadn't had the task of "recasting the magic sword" on Gelang's blacksmith, Yi Lin would have sneaked in in a more direct way, so how could he be stopped here?

Ge Lang's blacksmith still has to give him the thin face.

If Ge Lang's blacksmith gets angry and doesn't complete the task for him, it will be a little trouble.

Yi Lin has long discovered that the NPCs in the game world are very moody and turn their backs on their faces and turn their backs on the spot, and turn them into red in seconds. However, if something happens, they can come back green in a blink of an eye and turn them back into friendly NPCs.

"During the 'Fire God Festival', the witch saw no one."

The two guards who stopped Yi Lin were just children of [Lv30] and did not pose any threat in terms of force.

"The God of Fire?"

Yi Lin suddenly smelled the scent of the mission.

No wonder Gelang blacksmith asked him to find the "witch".

Yi Lin pretended to leave, but in the corner where no one noticed, he activated his skills and turned into a faint shadow, and walked over swaggeringly among the two guards again.

Humph, wherever he was stopped, he insisted on going in.

Moving along the stone steps quickly, Irin quickly arrived at the shrine of the fire source town.

There are no guards around the shrine.

"It seems that this witch thinks that the two guards at the door are enough to stop anyone."

Yi Lin chuckled, and the perception was released. With him as the center, everything within a radius of thirty meters was presented in Yi Lin's "perception" in another way.

"There are only two people inside."

"An old woman, a young woman."

"Who is the witch?"

In the shadow state, Irin easily enters the shrine.

In the shrine, there is a burning incense, which is rich but not pungent.

In the room, a young woman wearing an ancient red and white witch robe was kneeling in front of a hideous statue of a fire dragon, sitting behind the door.

From Yi Lin's perspective, the young woman's black hair was as soft as silk, draped off at will, with length to waist, and her slender waist was tied to outline slim lines.

The old woman in Irin's perception was sitting on a low chair in the corner of the shrine, closing her eyes and bowing her head, breathing slowly, as if she had fallen asleep.

At the old woman's feet, there was a small carving knife with dried blood on it.

Whose blood?
To be continued...