How to answer this line?

Shouldn't I come?

If you come, I will come too?

I won’t come if you don’t come?

Yi Lin hesitated for 0.3 seconds, too lazy to talk nonsense, and directly took out the [blank Divine Sword Crystal] dug from the wolf's den.

"Hurry up, don't talk nonsense, hurry up."

Gelang Blacksmith: "..."

The blacksmith stopped the busy work.

He looked unhappy.

But he still wiped the beads of sweat the size of beans on his forehead honestly. His dry and cracked hands picked up Yi Lin's blank magic sword crystal and looked at it carefully.

"Purity...barely."

After a moment, the silent blacksmith finally spoke a human word.

When Yi Lin heard this, her expression was slightly stunned: "There is a distinction between this kind of crystal, and the purity of this kind of crystal?"

The blacksmith smiled coldly and rubbed his hands hard on the blank magic sword crystal for a few times.

Yi Lin watched helplessly as the blacksmith's calloused palm rubbed across the crystal surface, a thin layer of white powder was actually pulled out between his palm gap.

It was clearly the crystal that had been ground into powder.

How many years of skill does it take to rub a crystal with bare hands?

Yi Lin resisted the urge to grab the crystal that he had finally bought.

After the blacksmith stroked it with his palm, the pure white crystal flashed with light and the name suddenly turned into

[Flawed Blank Divine Sword Crystal].

“That’s about it.”

The blacksmith frowned and stretched a little, and his other hand silently reached out to Yilin.

Yi Lin knows it.

He took out the blood-red short knife from the [props].

Yi Lin's movements froze slightly before handing the red short knife to the blacksmith.

Somehow.

The mysterious "divine sword" gave him the feeling that it was like a part of his body, and it was hard to let go.

It's like... something very important.

"Isn't it just a piece of equipment?"

Yi Lin also felt a little strange about her strange emotions.

But now is not the time to think about it. After all, I have lost my memory and it is useless to just struggle here. To unlock this "divine sword", it seems that I have to go through the process of being polished by Ge Lang's blacksmith.

At worst... just wash it well after finishing.

Yi Lin finally handed over the red short knife.

Feeling a little sad.

"You...please take action and be gentle."

Yi Lin stared at Ge Lang's blacksmith and held it in a while before finally saying this.

"Ha, hum."

The blacksmith first smiled, then snorted coldly.

He glanced at Yi Lin and said, "A real assassin will never hand over his weapons to others."

I don't want to be fine, either?

"Hurry up."

The blacksmith didn't seem to want to get too involved with Yi Lin, and I don't know why.

There was always a faint smell of disgust when he looked at Yi Lin's expression.

But this is a task.

There is no way.

God, do not disobey.

The blacksmith helplessly raised the red short knife with one hand, leveling his eyes. He squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the shape, material, arc, and sharp blade of the short knife.

Gradually, a hint of surprise appeared in the blacksmith's cold eyes, then a hint of doubt flashed, and finally a deep sigh was left.

"What a pity, what a pity."

"Um?"

The blacksmith has no bird Yilin.

After saying three short sentences on his own, he shook his head again: "So that's it."

Yi Lin clenched her fists.

Didn't say anything.

But the blacksmith knocked Yi Lin out of the door: "Get out, don't disturb my work."

Yi Lin was a little confused.

This is my weapon.

But there is nothing to do.

The blacksmith's level is probably extremely high, Yi Lin can't even feel free to resist [Tianlai Novel www.23txt.info]. In a blink of an eye, the blacksmith was bombarded out of the door.

In desperation, Yi Lin could only look at the closed door and wait outside the door.

Outside the blacksmith shop and in the chimney, the rolling black smoke was like a pillar that rushed straight into the sky.

"Ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding —"

Through the door, there was a crazy sound of ironstorming inside.

This ironclad sound is different from the ordinary.

It was as if Ge Lang's blacksmith had used eighteen postures.

It is difficult for Yi Lin to imagine how cruel his weapons were being treated.

Before the blacksmith of Gelang rushed Yi Lin out, he didn't tell Yi Lin how long he could wait.

Although Yi Lin felt a little tormented during this period, there was nothing he could do, so he could only wait.

Wait until the blacksmith opens the door on his own initiative.

Although Yi Lin had thought of using [Shadow Kill] to turn into a shadow, crawl into the crack of the door, and see what the blacksmith was trying to do.

But after struggling for a while, Yi Lin took a deep breath and gave up this idea.

As the saying goes, he specializes in his profession. As an important NPC in the novice village and one of the adventurers' life mentors, Ge Lang Blacksmith should not do anything like greed for his weapons.

"It shouldn't be."

Yi Lin walked around the blacksmith shop for five whole circles, and did not find any secret doors that could sneak out. Then she felt relieved and said.

“…”

What Yi Lin didn't expect was that she waited for several hours.

He even felt a little anxious to pee in the middle, and did not dare to leave, so he could only hold it in.

At this moment, Yi Lin suddenly understood why the dog always liked to spread his legs and swear into the base of the wall.

In these hours.

The dense sound of irons in the house was like a storm, with almost no pauses and slowing down the rhythm.

As Yi Lin listened, her expression became more serious.

It was hard for him to imagine how terrifying physical strength was that Ge Lang's blacksmith could not stop swinging the sledgehammer to complete such high-intensity work.

Yi Lin was a little worried.

He was not worried about Gelang's blacksmith's body.

What Yi Lin was worried about was whether this hammering technique would hammer his "divine sword" away.

After a while.

finally.

The sound of ding-and-dial irons suddenly stopped.
To be continued...