"What conditions did you agree to the other party?"

Ken asked.

After all, Ivan looks very arrogant. If the blacksmith has a contract with him, things will become very troublesome later on.

"I returned the things."

Watcher's speech is very boring, and sometimes the listener needs to think to understand:

Ivan had given him potions several times. In exchange, the blacksmith also made several special tools to prove his identity as a spiritual craftsman and his top-notch craftsmanship.

"It's best not to owe each other anything."

Watchell's house in the village of Dewar was a two-story brick house with a loft and workshop.

There are shops on the streets with few customers, mainly dealing in sundries and raw materials. The fences will be decorated with brass and wrought iron, and the bricks will be engraved with totems to show the beliefs of the Duwa tribe.

The blacksmith pushed open the door embedded with steel bars.

The warm firelight illuminated the door railing and jumped out of the house, revealing the faces of the guests.

Ken walked up the stone steps first, followed closely by everyone. Then everyone froze on the spot, not continuing to go inside, and not knowing what to do.

There is no living room in Watcher's house.

After entering the door, you can directly see the furnace inside the workshop.

The walls were opened, and there were shelves full of them, ranging from raw materials to finished products.

In a daze, it seemed as if I had entered a certain warehouse.

Watcher obviously noticed the problem. He scratched the knot on his bald head and stepped on the stone bricks in front of the fireplace. With the familiar shaking, two exquisite stone tables rose up.

"Winter Mother, magical craftsmanship."

People who have never been to the depths of the workshop burst out in admiration.

Ken stepped forward with great interest, wearing dark gloves, and brushed the scales of various specifications on the table.

They use copper patterns to separate the fine carving area and the reworking area. They can process wood, stone and metal at the same time. The number of tools in the secret compartment is probably more than the spoons in the tavern kitchen.

"This originally belongs to the category of spiritual craftsmen. The artifacts we make are more meaningful than weapons."

Watcher put his hands up and his eyes widened, as if he was angry. In fact, he was just not used to the sudden presence of several more people at home.

Blowing his beard, he approached the wall and took out various cups from the grooves.

Although they are not as good-looking as [Cooker] and [Tinker], they are all unique. Either the materials are very special, or the shapes and functions are interesting. For example, you can cook yourself by pouring in tea bags and cold water.

Round belly cup.

Compared with several other top blacksmiths, Watcher lives a much poorer life.

Spirit craftsmen do not touch weapons. They seem to be naturally withdrawn in their character. They do not frequent bustling markets or go to places where sensuality is rampant.

Riders and scholars gathered around the wall, marveling at it. Even if they couldn't get started, they were still in high spirits.

Ken put down his tea cup, stood up and came to the stairs. Watcher, who had been standing here for a long time, had a troubled expression. He hesitated several times without speaking, and walked ahead with a dull head to lead the way.

The steps were polished by shoe soles, and damp dirt accumulated in the corners that were not often stepped on.

The wooden structure in this house has not been maintained or cleaned for many years, but no strenuous "beep" sound was heard when stepping on any level.

Watcher turned the corner with a solemn expression.

The corridor is very short, with a brass disk hanging at the end and a lamp under the iron plate. The candlelight dyes the two doors dimly.

He held the handle on the right side, paused, and looked back at the young man behind him.

[The blacksmith opened the door of his apprentice's room, and the darkness and the smell of medicine leaked out, and there seemed to be the sound of metal colliding.]

Ken's expression remained unchanged, but he sighed faintly.

Wow——

The chain was stretched straight.

Watcher lit the candlestick with a heavy breath, and the flame shook violently. A struggling figure was imprinted on the bloodstained wall, with sealed windows on both sides.

Ken finally met Arthur.

The opponent's eyes kept flashing, there was no movement in them, only bloodshot eyes and madness. There was a protective gear in his mouth to protect his tongue and teeth. He was locked to the bedside and was struggling and twisting.

[Character: Arthur]

[Attitude: (Hunter Infestation 71%)]

[Identity: blacksmith]

[If you are seriously injured by an undead creature, it will be difficult to survive for two days if you don't do something.]

Watcher's eyelids were deep and he stared blankly at his apprentice for a while.

Hunting is the most taboo thing in the entire continent of Osua. If it is a mild case, you can recover by taking medicine, but if it is serious enough, you can only ask for help from a specific profession.

Every large tribe will cultivate this kind of talent.

Watcher is a spiritual craftsman, and the customers he knows have no right to speak.

During the winter in the north, the large tribes lived in seclusion. Their towns were high in the mountains and the roads were far away, making it impossible to rush there for help in a short time.

He looked to the right uneasily, just hoping for some hope.

Ken's boots stepped over the black and moldy food, stepped on a white scratch, and came to Arthur.

A ferocious face and turbid saliva.

"Please go out and close the door."

"I'm good."

Watcher could see that this young man was not afraid, and his tone was calm and determined, exuding a reassuring strength.

"I haven't told you my conditions yet."

Just as the blacksmith held on to the wooden door, he heard the other party's voice again.

"If Arthur recovers, I hope to take him away. This matter is not forced and can be discussed later."

Ken crouched on the spot, with no emotion visible from his back.

His idea was very simple. Santon Kaya would definitely build a blacksmith shop, and he would need manpower. He could cure the [hunting state], and the fewer people who knew about it, the better.

Kill two birds with one stone.

Watcher stood in the warm light at the door for a long time without answering, and slowly closed the door.

The gap closed and there was silence all around.

Ken raised his arm. After this journey, he has accumulated enough experience points. It is very difficult to clear the negative status, and the consumption caused is several times more than ordinary treatment.

Green light emitted from his fingers.

Of course, only you can see it.

The trickle of experience points spread out and entered from Arthur's eyes and ears. After a moment, vague lines appeared on Arthur's body, spreading along the veins and limbs.

There were scratches on his right foot.

At this time, it was black and festering, with a putrid smell wafting out. Fluorescence gathered on it, driving the black smoke out, and there was even a sizzling sound.

"Uh-huh."

Arthur closed his eyes tightly and collapsed on the floor, twitching.

He kept whimpering from his mouth, and the damaged muscles reconnected, causing unimaginable pain.

Ken has experienced it many times, and he can’t say he’s completely adapted to it.

Watcher's bald head was pressed against the wooden door. His right arm holding the doorknob kept shaking, and his heart was full of regret. If he had accepted Ivan's proposal earlier, it might have been solved long ago.

Hunting is a problem plaguing the entire continent.

Ken is too young. Perhaps, he shouldn't have made unnecessary attempts. What if his already fragile body is damaged?

He panicked.
Chapter completed!