. "Yes, teacher."

The young waiter calmly put away the short sword in his hand, bowed respectfully to the back again, then turned around, stared at Annie behind Lin Feng, with a hint of threat in his eyes.

"I'll step back, don't worry." Annie finally breathed a sigh of relief. Just as the boy came to Lin Feng, she felt that her heart was about to break out. When she heard an old voice from behind, she put her heart back on her stomach, let go of Lin Feng's clothes, and slowly retreated into the hall.

Seeing this, the young waiter didn't say much, ignored Lin Feng and walked straight to the back.

At the moment when the boy was collecting his sword, Lin Feng also felt that the boy's body gradually became more solid. He couldn't help feeling extremely uncomfortable in his heart, and there seemed to be an enlightenment in his mind.

It seemed that I didn't realize the danger just now, and I thought about the feeling of reality and reality just now.

But for some reason, Lin Feng couldn't grasp that feeling. For a moment, he couldn't help but feel irritated. He barely suppressed the irritability in his heart, looked up at the young waiter's departure back, and hurriedly chased after him.

"Sir... Sir, forgive me for being abrupt. I just wanted to ask why your body became very unreal in my eyes just now?" Lin Feng caught up with the young waiter and took the initiative to ask the question in his heart.

The young waiter paused, seemed to hesitate for a moment before turning his head and replied coldly: "In front of the magic sword 'Illusion', if you do not reach the level 8 or above, you will have such an illusion and will not be able to start."

"Divine Sword?" Lin Feng was shocked and subconsciously blurted out: "Are you saying... the short sword in your hand just now was a magical weapon?"

"Yes."

After the young waiter said this, he stopped talking and walked straight inside.

"Okay, thank you..."

Seeing this, Lin Feng could only say this reluctantly, sighed in his heart, and slowly followed.

The further you go, the narrower the space becomes, and the darker the light becomes. The surroundings seem to be filled with this strange force. This force seems to be vaguely repelling, which makes Lin Feng feel like he is unable to take the next step.

Fortunately, the distance was not far. After a while, Lin Feng saw an arched door appearing in front. Catherine, who was walking in the front, just waved her hands casually, and the door opened silently. As Catherine and the young waiter stepped into it, Lin Feng suddenly felt enlightened.

This is a very large rectangular room with no window on the three walls of the room, making it an enclosed space.

The light in the room was not dim. With the relatively bright light, Lin Feng saw that both sides of the room were wide and narrow opposite. At the end of the right corner, there was an arched door. At the end of the left corner, an old man in blue clothes was busy with something. From this angle, he could not see his appearance at all. Opposite the old man, there was a young man dressed in a waiter, standing quietly beside him.

After Catherine entered the door, she turned to the left. Lin Feng could only look at the surrounding environment while walking slowly with the waiter boy in front of him.

As the three of them got closer and closer, the old man at the end finally put down his movements. He walked aside and washed his hands. Then, with the help of another young waiter, he sat comfortably on a back chair.

Catherine stopped not far ahead of the old man, and the young waiter who led him in quickly walked towards the old man and stood on the right side of the chair with the young waiter before standing on both sides of the old man, like... like two guards.

Lin Feng stopped and stood beside Catherine, and looked at the three people in front of him.

The old man sitting on the chair in the middle seemed to be unable to grow old anymore. He had many age spots on his wrinkled face. His dry skin made Lin Feng feel that he could die at any time. He raised his head slightly and squinted his eyes comfortably, with a look of extreme enjoyment.

The two young waiters standing respectfully on both sides of him were all wearing the same clothes, and even looked the same!!

At this time, the young waiter on the left nodded to Lin Feng with a slight apology on his face, silently explaining that he was the first young waiter to appear.

Lin Feng was subconsciously stunned for a moment, but then he reacted and returned a look calmly.

"I'm old, my body is no longer as good as I used to..." The old man on the back chair finally spoke. He opened his eyes slightly and looked at Catherine: "You won't blame me for sitting and talking to you, do you?"

"Oh, great craftsman, Master Olin, how come you are old!"

Catherine tilted her neck, hugged her shoulders with her hands, and a slight sarcastic tone: "It's really not easy to see you."

"Okay, Katherine, there is still a kid here."

The old man Olin raised his head slightly and looked at Lin Feng: "Let me introduce myself first... My name is Olin, the owner of the pub. Of course, my other identity is a blacksmith. Next to me are my two apprentices, Jade on the left, Jackie on the right. Jade inherited my talent and served as the waiter of the pub, and Jackie is my loyal guard, responsible for protecting me."

After he finished speaking, Jade immediately nodded at Lin Feng with a shy look, while Jackie just paused slightly, his face cold.

Lin Feng didn't care anything. He first said hello before introducing himself: "My name is Lin Feng, I'm very happy to know everyone."

After saying this, he didn't say anything more.

In this hut, there was a perverted Catherine, an unfathomable Jackie, and even the old man sitting on the back chair... Lin Feng was sure that this old man was not as simple as it seemed on the surface.

It seems that there seems to be some connection between Catherine and Olin. Since the situation in front of me is unclear, it is better to say less.

"Little brother..." Catherine suddenly gave Lin Feng a charming look: "Sister tells you, Master Olin is a contemporary craftsman, only he can create magical artifacts..."

Catherine's words contained another deep meaning, and Lin Feng naturally understood it and couldn't help but feel moved.

Artifact?

Can't magical artifacts be made by gods...

Even if the Marquis had given him a magical artifact before, Lin Feng was not too surprised. Perhaps the Marquis had obtained a magical artifact from somewhere, but after all, it was just a magical artifact, not a living god standing in front of him.

Artifacts and spirits are different!

Could it be...this old man?

Thinking of this, Lin Feng didn't dare to continue thinking about it anymore...
Chapter completed!