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Chapter 52 0052: Conditions

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

Ken asked.

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

"I returned the things."

Waucher's speech is dull, and sometimes requires the listener to think to understand:
Ivan had given him potions several times, and in exchange, the blacksmith also forged several special tools to prove his identity as a spirit craftsman and his top-notch craftsmanship.

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

Worchell's house in Dewar was a two-story brick house with a loft and workshop.

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

The blacksmith pushed open the steel-barred door.

The warm light of the fire illuminates the gate and leaps out of the house, revealing the appearance of the visitors.

Ken walked up the stone steps first, followed by everyone, and then everyone froze in place, not going any further, not knowing what to do.

There was no living room in Worchell's house.

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

The walls have been opened up, and the shelves are full of shelves, ranging from raw materials to finished products.

In a trance, it seems to have entered a certain warehouse.

Worcher obviously also noticed the problem. He scratched the pimple on his bald head, stepped on the stone bricks in front of the fireplace, and with the familiar shaking, two exquisite stone tables rose up.

"Mother Winter, amazing craftsmanship."

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

Ken walked forward with great interest. Wearing pitch-black gloves, he brushed the scales of various specifications on the table.

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

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

Worchell folded his hands, his eyes widened, as if he was angry, but he was just not used to the sudden addition of people in the family.

He blew his whiskers and approached the wall, taking various cups from recesses.

Although they are not as good-looking as [Pot Bowl Maker] and [Tinker], they all have their own unique features, either the material is very special, or the shape and function are very interesting, such as pouring tea bags and cold water, you can cook by yourself round belly cup.

Compared with the other top blacksmiths, Worchier lived a much poorer life.

The spirit craftsmen don't touch weapons, they seem to be naturally withdrawn in their personalities, and they don't often hang out in the bustling and lively markets, and they don't go to places of carnal pleasure.

The riders and scholars looked at the wall in amazement, even if they couldn't get started, they looked very excited.

Ken put down his teacup, got up and came to the stairs. Wachier, who had been standing here for a long time, had a tangled expression. He hesitated a few times but didn't speak, and walked ahead leading the way with a sullen head.

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

The wooden structure in this house has not been maintained and cleaned for many years, but no strenuous "babbling" sound can be heard when stepping on any level.

Wauciel turned the corner gravely.

The corridor is very short, with a brass disc hanging at the end, and a lamp under the iron plate. The candlelight dyes the two doors in a dim yellow.

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

[The blacksmith opened the door of the apprentice's room, 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.

Worchell breathed heavily and lit the candlestick. The flame shook violently, and a struggling figure was rubbed on the blood-stained wall, with sealed windows on both sides.

Ken finally sees Arthur.

The other party's eyes flickered continuously, there was no agility inside, only bloodshot and madness, with a protective gear in his mouth to protect his tongue and teeth, he was locked on the side of the bed, struggling and twisting constantly.

[Character: Arthur]

[Attitude: (Kunting Infection 71%)]

[Identity: Blacksmith]

【Seriously injured by a necromancer, if you don't do something, it will be difficult to survive for two days. 】

Worcher's eyelids were heavy, and he stared blankly at his apprentice for a while.

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

Every great tribe cultivates this talent.

Worchell is a spirit craftsman, and none of the customers he knows has the right to speak.

During the winter in the northern border, the big tribes lived in secluded places, and their towns were high and the roads were far away, so they couldn't rush to seek help in a short time.

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

Ken's boot stepped over the blackened and moldy food, stepped on a white scratch, and came in front of Arthur.

Ferocious face, cloudy saliva.

"Please go out and close the door by the way."

"I'm good."

Warcher could see that this young man was not afraid, his tone was calm and determined, revealing a reassuring force.

"I haven't said my conditions yet."

Just as the blacksmith held 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 we can discuss it later."

Ken squatted in place, unable to see his emotions from his back.

His idea is very simple, Thornton Kaya will definitely build a blacksmith shop, and manpower is needed in the first place, and the less people who know about the [Hunting State] can be cured by himself, the better.

Kill two birds with one stone.

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

The gap closed, and the surroundings were silent.

Ken raised his arm. After this journey, the accumulation of experience points is quite sufficient. It is very difficult to clean up the negative state, and the consumption caused is several times higher than that of ordinary treatment.

Green light overflowed from his fingers.

Of course, only you can see it.

The trickle of experience points spread out and entered from Arthur's eye sockets and ears. After a while, faint lines appeared on Arthur's body, and spread all over the limbs along the veins.

He has scratches on his right foot.

At this time, it has turned black and festered, emitting a rancid smell, and the fluorescent light gathers on it, driving the black smoke out, and there is even a buzzing sound.

"No, no, no."

Arthur closed his eyes tightly, slumped on the floor and convulsed.

He kept whimpering, the damaged muscles reorganized and connected, and the pain caused was unimaginable.

Ken has experienced it many times, and he dare not say that he is fully adapted.

Worchell's bald head was against the wooden door, and his right arm holding the doorknob was shaking constantly, and his heart was full of remorse. If he had accepted Ivan's proposal earlier, it might have been resolved 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.

Without further hesitation, he pushed open the door.

(End of this chapter)