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"Sorry, Fan..." Looking at the sad expression on my face, Artoria put away her sword and walked up, looking at the broken sword in my hand.

"Is there any way to fix it?"

"It's hard to say, but whatever, this sword has been with me for so long, it's time to take a good rest."

"No, if it can be repaired, it must be repaired. Even if it is resting, it must be in a good condition. After all, this is a mortal gear, isn't it?"

"This... maybe what you said makes sense." It's not like I don't have any feelings for the Gongji sword. After all, it is the equipment that has been with me for the longest time... Will I say this, especially the many amulets in the inventory?

Are the BUG Little Amulet and the Book of Cain rude?

However, I don’t think of my weapons as partners, brothers, lovers or anything like that. That kind of warrior spirit is still beyond my realm. After all, my goal is to defeat hell as a savior and live a life of eating and waiting to die.

Instead of going to Edir Garden as a sky pirate.

I thought that if the Basic Sword was broken, it would be broken. After all, its attributes were a little behind. I had never planned to change it before. The main reason was to add the attribute bars of all skills. Now the skill level is not very useful to me.

When it gets older, it can indeed be retired. Just let it retire after its success. Of course, it won't be thrown into the corner of the inventory without mercy. It will most likely be placed at home. Get a better weapon rack and place it on it.

In the future, whenever I have something to do, I can take my daughters to visit, and use the affectionate mother-in-law's standard recital tone to narrate the difficulties that I and Gan Jijian spent together in those years.

Well, mainly to show off myself.

However, looking at Artoria's eyes with such determination, it seems that she won't be able to overcome this hurdle if she doesn't help me repair the sword. I think it's better to follow her heart. If it can be repaired, of course repairing it is the best, even if

You can give it to others if you don’t use it yourself, right?

After all, it is a quasi-artifact-level weapon, so give it some credit.

"So, who should I ask to fix it?"

I thought about it for a while, and it seems that the elves are not very good at hammering. Although I heard that the maid has a very good blacksmith, but now, today, it is better not to be too difficult for Artoria.

The first thing that comes to mind is naturally Qiaxi. He is a giant blacksmith who has the heritage. In terms of level, he is at the top of the three realms. However, I lack self-confidence and have a shy personality that is not a barbarian. I feel that I have only learned a little bit. In terms of experience,

, is still far behind its predecessors.

In fact, who cares about experience these days? It depends on fate. Do I have more experience than Walter? It’s not the same as blowing his faucet, huh.

Feeling guilty, I looked around and saw that it was very good. Aikalay was not here, so I could hold my nerve.

In fact, it doesn't matter. As a contemporary representative of a loving father and a filial daughter, she will most likely agree with me and even sincerely hope that I can blow Walter's head off and teach her ambitious father a lesson.

The topic has gone off topic again. Qiaxi is undoubtedly the most suitable candidate. Looking at the league, not to mention the small mending jobs, but in terms of high-end blacksmith skills, no one can match her, not even Mu Aodonggua.

no.

The problem is that Qiaxi is busy. In order to quickly build my artifact set, she is still working in the underground furnace day and night. Recently, Walter’s sword was given to her, so she can only shorten her sleep time.

, trouble her again, no one else needs to do it, I will find a rope myself, hang it on the street lamp and kick it off.

There is no other way, even though it is not very reliable, I can only ask Mu Aiao Donggua to take a look first.

Unexpectedly, Mu Aodonggua did not hang out in the bar, but stayed in his blacksmith shop.

From a distance, you can feel an inhuman heat wave coming, and there is a layer of sticky sweat on your forehead unknowingly. The sound of banging is continuous and the frequency is astonishingly high, just like...

It seems like someone is editing a ghost video inside.

You're not trying to fish, but you're working hard?

I was shocked, was this the Mu Aodonggua I knew?

Entering the bustling blacksmith shop, I was once again startled by the equipment and weapons placed all over the floor. The armor racks and weapon racks were almost submerged. They were stacked on the floor, leaning against the wall, even hanging from the beams, and even cups.

It was used as a pen holder, and several daggers were forced into it.

The sound of knocking came from the forging platform where the fire was blazing, and Mu Aodonggua's square and sturdy figure like a tree stump was completely drowned by the sea of ​​equipment.

"It's really too busy. There's no room left in the store!" Hearing the footsteps, the old winter melon shouted with a loud dwarf's voice.

"How long is the durability left? Roll out the remaining half, and straighten out the half. Even if it turns red, it can still be used."

"What if it explodes?" I continued what he said and asked.

"Is it your boy?" A bearded head grew out of the equipment pile. The smoky old face with slightly dark circles under the eyes, coupled with the big square ears, formed a 007 symbol in my eyes.

"Why are you here to join in the fun? Gungun, gungu." He kept banging on his hands. Fortunately, this short winter melon still had a free arm, so he was angry with me.

"Very busy." Looking at his appearance, I was too embarrassed to tease him. The fisherman suddenly changed his ways and started working hard, which made me have friends who were traveling with me. Their backs were disappearing one by one.

Feeling of decline.

I remember back then, when I, an old drunkard, Old Farah, and a Mu short winter melon were kicked out of the bar. We walked on the way home, arm-in-arm, drunk, laughing and cursing all the way. That was called a hundred ghosts.

Night travel, majestic!

Nowadays, the old guys are leaving me one by one, and I can only put a pot of wine on the Qingming Festival... Huh? What? None of them died?

Hey, didn't I just want to be sensational?

"I just got a jar of good wine from Bisi and wanted to send it over. Since you don't want it..." I turned around and was about to leave. Before the sound of beating behind me stopped, the old winter melon suddenly appeared in front of me.

, open your arms with enthusiasm.

"Oh, my God, isn't this my dear Wu? I asked why there were birds chirping on the branches this morning. It turns out that there are distinguished guests coming to the door."

"Are you sure the bird you are talking about is not a crow?" I said with a teasing look on my face.

"That is also a colorful crow with a beautiful singing voice." Mu Aodonggua's serious face means that I have read a lot. I won't lie to you.

No one has such shame.

However, today I will use my strength to tell him that even a crow with a colorful singing voice is still...a real crow.

"Here." I dug into the inventory, and when Mu Aodonggua stretched out his hand with his old face smiling like a chrysanthemum, I handed the two broken swords into his hands.

"What do you mean?" He instantly performed a Sichuan opera face change, changing his face continuously within a second, but in the end he turned green.

"As you can see, my sword is broken. Please help me repair it."

"Where's the wine?"

"See if you can fix it first."

"What if not?"

"Then your wine is gone."

"Isn't it strange that I don't have long legs, so I can't drink by myself?" Old Winter Melon PIA threw the broken sword to the ground.

"Then I'll tell Bisi later and ask her to post a small business deal on the door of the bar. No credit will be given."

"Dear Wu." The chrysanthemums on Mu Aodonggua's face bloomed again. He quickly picked up the broken sword, blew it on it, and carefully wiped it on his clothes several times.

"You and I have been brothers for so many years, how come we can't even make a joke? Don't say this, don't say these, come, invite us, and Alto, who is a rare guest, why, you also want to repair equipment? No, no,

No, I can't afford to repair your equipment."

"I came here with Fan." My king said that my equipment is not durable and cannot be repaired, which is very Versailles.

Mu Aodonggua looked at me, then at my king, then lowered his head to look at the two swords with mirror-like fractures, and suddenly he realized.

The famous Ruyi Divine Sword of the elves can be cut in two with one sword. Who doesn’t know about it?

He stopped talking, looked seriously, and carefully observed the broken sword, especially the fracture.

"Your Mephisto Sword..."

"It's Mephisto's sword." I corrected him, don't change the name randomly.

"This sword of yours..."

"It's for Ji Jian." I emphasized again.

"go away!"

"Forget it, it will just leave the sword as you wish." I was timid.

"This sword of yours can be repaired."

"That's great, but you still have a but, right?" I was expressionless, like the swamp-jumping fish who had experienced it for centuries.

"That's right." Mu Aodonggua's face was solemn, as if he was about to sentence Gan Jijian to death.

"But you have to pay more."

"..."

Just...that's it?

No, this is the most serious situation!

I recalled my settings, shuddered, my face became serious, and I turned back to look at my king.

"Otherwise, let's forget it."

"Can it be repaired as soon as possible?" My king took a step forward, without asking the price at all, and asked Versailles again.

"This... I'm afraid it's a bit difficult." Grabbing a handful of gray beard, Mu Aodonggua showed patience and ease that he didn't have when talking to me.
To be continued...