"Report your identity, the bearer of the power of the old gods."

Malungu's voice was still as powerful as ever, and his tone became quite serious at this time.

He had imagined that the other party showed superb swordsmanship, or some ancient combat skills, or it might be magic or secret skills...

"A child from southern Xinjiang, how did you gain the trust of the old gods?"

"Sorry, I haven't formally introduced myself yet."

Ken understood the other party's surprise, but at least the other party was not hostile and did not seem to be a traditional northerner.

"My name is Ken Bouvier, War Banner of the Thornton Kaya Tribe."

"really."

Malungu nodded solemnly.

He had just seen the pattern, but he couldn't believe it, thinking that some damn tattoo apprentice had violated a taboo.

"You deserve a good weapon. Don't look at me like this. I don't trust you, but I trust the eyes of the old gods. Mother Winter is a loving god, and Qiwen's orphans should pass it on."

The stove owner looked at the other person's hands and made a scribbled prayer gesture.

Ken responded with appropriate courtesy.

[History: It is said that in the age of the old gods, the Winter Mother appeared to participate in the Battle of Qiwen. The surviving humans chose to serve her and became the earliest subjects. The people in the north who believe in the Winter Mother are called the ‘orphans of Qiwen’. 】

Malungu put aside his contempt.

He spread out the high-grade paper produced by Hope, sketched the line drawing with his homemade thick pen, and consulted Ken's opinion. He raised his eyebrows again after asking this question. The latter was quite accomplished in aesthetics.

Ken's style combines the elegance and sophistication of the southern border with the wild passion of the northern border.

"When I make things in the future, I may refer to some of your inspirations. If you come across similar weapons and armor in the future, you can brag about them."

Malungu made a joke, he was in a good mood and encouraged the other party.

"The North is very vast. Use your skills well. Maybe then, I will be the one who should be proud."

Ken bowed again and returned the greeting.

This craftsman is very charming and very responsible for his work.

While they were talking, the four giant furnaces around them gradually became calm, and the one in the corner was completely dim. It seemed that the work had been completed, and a strong middle-aged man came out.

Only then did Ken realize that it turned out to be a private workshop, and the real furnace was probably deeper.

[The paranoid blacksmith]

[Attitude: Heartbroken]

He is a local of Duwa Village. His limbs are stubby and strong but still in the human category. His hair has almost fallen out, but his beard is very lush and tied into three sections with a special ring.

He glanced at a few people, then put away his tools and left.

Not long after, several blacksmiths came out of the other giant furnaces. Their wrists or hair were also decorated with those rings, which seemed to be a symbol of some kind of status, ranging from three to six rings.

Everyone gathered around, politely shut up and observed, and did not interrupt.

Ken turned back to look at Malungu next to him. The blanket-like white hair behind him was covered with large and small rings. Regardless of his identity or skill, he should be crushed.

"When can I get it?"

"Half a year."

Ken was a little stunned and asked: "Even you, does it take you so long?"

He knew very clearly that although his materials were rare, they were far from top-notch. Look at the stone just now and the bottles of Yalong's blood. They were all extremely precious.

"Don't question the furnace owner's efficiency."

One blacksmith couldn't help but speak.

Malungu stared back, and everyone took half a step back in silence.

He didn't explain too much, after all, this involved Ken's privacy, and Zhan Jing was a respected presence in Palo Alto.

He closed his cloudy white pupils and slowly said:

"Forging requires a lot of things. I stopped holding the hammer half a year ago to prepare for the opening of the ancient furnace. Those who are really responsible for this weapon should be the few craftsmen here. Their skills are top-notch and they are the best in the workshop.

The most capable guy."

Everyone paid tribute to the furnace owner.

When they raised their heads, their faces were full of piety and seriousness. After all, what could be delivered to their hands were very important items.

At the same time, everyone began to look at the young man and secretly guessed his identity and origin.

Malungu straightened up.

He was more than twice as tall as Ken. His eyes swept across several giant furnaces and he said calmly:

"First come, first served. As you can see, every holder is very busy. This order has to be queued up."

Ken looked around silently. On the dark cliffs on both sides, there were four majestic blast furnaces, all glowing with orange light. They seemed to be working, except...

The one who left first.

His stove was in the far corner. It was quiet at the moment, like a crouching giant monster with its mouth open waiting for food.

"Where's that one?"

The craftsmen around him coughed one after another.

Some of them shook their heads, some sighed. Although they did not complain, they all expressed deep regret.

Malungu’s bell-like voice sounded again:

"His name is Watcher. He is a spiritual craftsman and cannot take on your mission."

[Common sense: Spiritsmiths are a branch of the blacksmith industry. The old god Xionbio has disciples who specialize in forging tools, and they rarely forge weapons in their lives.]

"There are also many craftsmen in the second ring of the workshop. If you come from the other side of the crack, you should be able to see that there are many craftsmen in the mountains. As long as someone can surpass the third ring, he will take over that furnace."

Someone looked up and looked into the distance.

The other craftsmen did not comment on Watcher behind his back. Everyone had different beliefs and they only pursued the pinnacle of their skills.

"If he doesn't forge weapons, he only has one apprenticeship."

"That kid? I have an impression that he has a pretty good talent. He often comes here to wait for his teacher to come home, but I haven't seen him much recently."

"I heard that he was injured, very seriously. Wochel is looking for help."

"Why doesn't he ask us for help? This guy is stupid and a spiritual craftsman. Where does he have the connections and resources to get the potion?"

Malungu seemed to have thought of something, and he suddenly mentioned it.

"Spirit craftsmen can forge weapons."

He stamped his feet. The furnace owner had very high authority and could open the reserves of the blacksmiths at his disposal.

Watcher's booth is very poor. Among a pile of old materials, there are two pieces of top-grade steel that are placed in a particularly conspicuous position, but they have not been processed so far.

"He wants to violate the oath? This thing must be a weapons commission!"

Everyone is a craftsman and can see the purpose of an item at a glance.

Malungu frowned, his mood seemed to become very heavy, and he continued: "The weapons forged by the spiritual craftsmen are very special, but you will pay a heavy price."

"Watcher had to do this to save his apprentice. What kind of illness did he have?"

Ken originally stood outside and listened.

I shouldn't cross the line to ask about private matters within the workshop, but suddenly...

[Series of tasks: Steel’s thoughts (1)]

【Progress: 2D】
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