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"When I heard that you were throwing knives, I knew you would do this. Sa Qili, you are becoming more and more sophisticated.≧"

Blacksmith Sike glanced at Sa Qili without surprise, and squeezed out a smile on his brown, wrinkled face. In his opinion, with hundreds of years of experience as a blacksmith, Sa Qili was probably just a very good person.

A little girl who can easily figure it out, right?

"Please, Lao Sike." Sa Qili smiled brightly and accepted Lao Sike's praise generously.

"No, I haven't said I promise you yet." Unexpectedly, Lao Sike shook his head.

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

"Don't use provocation. It's useless. It's not that I can't do it, it's just that I don't want to do it."

"Why?"

"If I don't have that spare time, I can make one. If I can make more than 300, do I have to do other work? Moreover, making the same thing over and over again is boring and boring for me, and it doesn't help me improve.

No matter how much you think about it, it won’t make sense.”

"No amount of money will do it?" Sa Qili asked unwillingly.

"Yes, no amount of money will do. Why do I need so much money? I won't take it with me until I die."

"What about the precious materials?"

"This... still doesn't work. It really doesn't work. Sa Qili, think about it. Although a dark gold flying knife is small, it will take at least two or three days to make. More than three hundred of them, that's several

Years, too many, too long."

"That's right. It seems that we can only ask a few more blacksmiths to complete it." Sa Qili nodded lightly. She understood Lao Sike's difficulties. As an excellent blacksmith, the most intolerable thing is to build mass-produced models.

Equipment, it will kill the blacksmith's inspiration and devour the blacksmith's creativity, even if it is dark gold equipment.

"You don't need to find many blacksmiths to help. There is a very suitable candidate." Old Sick glanced at us and said after hesitating for a moment.

"The right person, one? Who wants to do so much at once."

"You know this person. And isn't it the one our savior brought to the third world?"

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

"Well, let's go find her. She might be suitable." After saying this, Old Sick pushed the sandworm pliers back and immersed himself in his forging, ignoring us.

Although Qiaxi inherited Lukogas' giant blacksmith heritage, it has not been made public in the alliance. But among the blacksmiths, especially in the circle of high-level blacksmiths like Lao Sike, everyone should have heard about it, and he would recommend it.

Qiaxi, could it be because of this?

Looking for Chasi?

Not to mention that I forgot about Qiaxi. I just felt that she was busy absorbing the inheritance of the giant blacksmith. It was not good to leave such a heavy work to her. In terms of blacksmith skills, she only inherited the giant blacksmith for less than two years.

In terms of time, she is definitely not as good as outstanding blacksmiths like Lao Sike, so she has never thought of asking her for help. Now Lao Sike says Qiaxi is more suitable?

I seem to understand. I remember that after Qiaxi inherited the giant blacksmith, her profession seemed to have changed, and her level was cleared like the little ghost. Moreover, Qiaxi seemed to have told me that she could gain experience in forging and improve her giant.

Blacksmith level.

If this is the case, then if these hundreds of flying knives are forged by her, wouldn't it be a huge amount of experience? Moreover, Qiaxi's forging comes from the inheritance of giant blacksmiths, so there is no need to worry about doing this kind of mass-production work.

This resulted in a lack of inspiration and creativity - not to mention finding her own way to become a blacksmith. If she could inherit even five or six points of the experience and skills that Rukogas taught her, she would already be the top blacksmith in the Dark Continent.

"Uncle Sike, thank you so much. I'm going to find Qiaxi right now." Thinking of this, I secretly thought that I was careless and forgot such an important thing. After thanking me, I immediately led everyone to Qiaxi's blacksmith shop.

go.

Qiaxi's blacksmith shop is still the same as always...well, a little deserted. She uses equipment inherited from the giant blacksmith's technology. It has some special abilities that other blacksmiths' equipment does not have, such as increased durability, such as the physics of weapons.

The damage completely becomes attribute damage, or it may have some unheard-of attributes attached to it, and so on.

However, this is the only limit. She has to continue to work hard to impress the adventurers from the third world. Most of the adventurers who visit here are just to see these strange attributes, or to see

It’s interesting to buy one or two pieces for collection.

Qiaxi is still accumulating experience.

Seeing me coming to visit, Qiaxi put down what he was doing and showed an expression of surprise and joy.

"Elder Fan...Elder Fan, you are here. I'm sorry, I...I'm really too rude. I'm going to wash it." Seeing that his hands were covered with charcoal ash, his clothes and face were also dirty, so...

Xida was embarrassed. He stood up and quickly went to the clean pool nearby to rub his hands and wash his face. Then he hesitated whether he should change into cleaner clothes.

I couldn't help laughing when I saw Qiaxi's behavior. She is still the same honest and lovely savage girl as always.

"Stop messing around, Qiaxi, I'm here to ask you for a favor." I couldn't bear to see such an honest girl in a hurry, so I went straight to the topic.

"Eh, me? Are you sure Elder Fan wants to ask me for help? Although I'm very happy, I'm afraid I won't be able to help you." Qiaxi lowered his head in shame, still lacking some self-confidence.

"Listen to me first and then make a decision. If you can, help me." Before Qiaxi could answer, I told Qiaxi exactly what I said in Lao Sikena.

"Are you going to use these... these two sandworm pliers to make flying knives?" Qiaxi looked at the material of the pliers in her hands, gently touched it with her fingertips, and observed intently. After a moment, she remembered

There were also distinguished guests, who quickly put down their things and stood up.

"Sorry, sorry, very sorry, I was fascinated by it."

"It doesn't matter, how about it, can you do it?"

"I...I think...should...should not be completely impossible." Qiaxi bit her lip lightly and replied in a low voice with little hesitation.

"However, it will be much worse than what Uncle Sick did. It will take more time...in terms of materials...and it will also waste a lot...maybe...maybe three hundred...can't make that much...but

…”

Qiaxi is a little incoherent. She is an honest girl and all her emotions are shown on her 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 meet the requirements that Sick could meet.

However, I really want to take on this task, I really want to do it, the longing expression on her face expresses it.

Seeing this, how can I bear to let her desire turn into disappointment? She has been given such good things as the inheritance of the giant blacksmith, let alone two sandworm pliers. If she can get a rich harvest from it,

It's a great thing for me and the alliance, so a small loss is nothing.

"It doesn't matter. In terms of attributes, it's enough to increase the explosion rate and restore the quantity. In addition, the damage should be as high as possible. That's enough. As for the time and quantity, it doesn't matter in terms of time. It's not necessary.

There is no problem with the quality and quantity. Two hundred is actually almost enough."

I said this, knowing that Qiaxi was kind-hearted, I would definitely feel sorry for her, so I wouldn't give her a chance to speak.

"Just do it, Qiaxi, I'll leave this matter to you."

"Ahem, eh, but...I..." Qiaxi gestured, but didn't know how to answer.

"Stop it, do you want to answer it or not? Just answer me."

"I...I want to pick it up." For a moment, Qiaxi lowered his head and responded quietly, yet eagerly and firmly.

"That's right, oh, that's right." I suddenly clapped my hands and thought of something. I had forgotten about this before. Now that I have met Qiaxi, I will mention it to her.

"There are too many excellent blacksmiths in the third world, and it's hard to do business."

"Yes... yes, compared with them, I'm still far behind." A casual sigh made Qiaxi lower his head in depression, alas.

"At least you can repair the adventurers' equipment now, right?"

"Well, just for repairs..." Qiaxi nodded and looked at me doubtfully. If he can't even do the most basic repairs, then what qualifications do he have to open a blacksmith shop here.

"That's enough. How about it, Qiaxi, are you interested in opening a blacksmith shop in my Holy See Hill?"

"What...what?!" Qiaxi stayed for a long time before suddenly screaming, as if he heard something incredible.

"You are a giant blacksmith. Although you are not mature enough now, you will definitely be very powerful in the future. This is considered an early investment. And since you have agreed to help me make flying knives, it will definitely be better to be nearby. Most of the materials are still in the hell world. How about it?

, is that okay?" I stretched out my hand to Qiaxi and said with a smile.

"I...people like me...really...really..." Qiaxi's weak yet strong brown eyes were filled with moist tears. This was too exaggerated, but it was just...

A simple invitation does not give you the position of the Demon King. After all, no one wants this thing!

"What are you talking about? You are the one I chose to inherit the legacy of the giant blacksmith. Do you mean to say that my vision is not good enough?"

"No, that's not the case at all. Elder Fan is the savior of the world. I'm just afraid... I'm afraid of living up to Elder Fan's expectations. That's a guilt that even ten thousand deaths can't offset."

Qiaxi wiped the corners of her eyes vigorously, a hint of shyness and determination appeared on her fair cheeks. She stretched out her hand and held it tightly with mine.

Maybe she inherited the inheritance of the giant blacksmith? I remember that her hands were originally very rough. After all, she was a blacksmith, but now they are very smooth and delicate, and... and as warm and passionate as a furnace, as if she can draw from her hands.

I feel the hot blacksmith's soul on my hands.

Lukogas agreed with her reason after just one glance. Now I understand a little bit.

"If Elder Fan likes me is qualified, please let me serve you. I swear this in the name of our barbarian ancestors."

"That's it." I squeezed Qiaxi's soft... er, big hand, and smiled. Not bad, and I turned to a blacksmith with a promising future. Ah, will Raphael pull out the machete and kill him? I'll chase him for three days and three nights...

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