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Chapter 463 0462: Forging Enchanting

"Are you sure this person is ready to be displaced?"

Ken didn't show any surprise, but instead asked about the other party's specific situation.

Little Vasili's fingers tapped, and the cobblestone tabletop was knocked loudly.

He said: "If you want to take my fire away, at least you have to arrange for someone to take care of it during the trip. It is possible to accidentally extinguish it or be polluted, and that will be troublesome."

Ken nodded.

The furnace owner walked to the door, subconsciously began to grope for calluses with his fingers, and looked at the armor and protective equipment transported in batches inside the workshop: "Flim is a craftsman who came from the Panxi blast furnace in the north, and he abides by the dwarven tradition, and his craftsmanship is not bad among us. "

He turned to look at Ken, as if confirming his opinion of the young man.

He said: "Flim is definitely the best candidate, but his personality is relatively poor, and he is basically not interested in things other than forging."

Ken sees this as an advantage.

Little Vasily got the answer he wanted, so he continued to walk through the seminar room and walked deeper.

The blacksmith shop of the northern workshop seemed to have a long depth, and their footsteps became the main theme in the vague knocking and talking, and the combat boots and suede leather shoes rubbed against the hard floor.

"It reminds me of the Duwa tribe, Mr. Marungu has a similar corridor in his workshop," Ken said.

Little Vasily turned around and looked at him in surprise: "Have you entered the deep valley of forging? The old man has a good relationship with me. We have exchanged some experience in quenching, and we have gained a lot."

"Not too familiar."

Ken didn't expand the topic.

The copper buckle decoration on his back originally had engraved patterns of the Maren Ancient Workshop, but it was worn away during the battle.

Dawn and Twilight came from [Forging Deep Valley], which was cast by Arthur's teacher, the spirit craftsman Vorchell himself, and followed the ax style popular in the heyday of the Dwarf Kingdom.

"Look at that one."

Little Vasili raised his chin and pointed it forward.

The roof built of stones, animal bones, and slabs is messy, with open or dark hearths hidden around it, and a creation is in progress in the innermost room dedicated to the dwarves.

Like most dwarves, Flim's face is covered with fairly thick hair.

Both sides of his rosaceous nose were tied up with rings and bandages respectively. Even so, the part that fell to his chest was scorched by the flames and turned into curly black miscellaneous hair.

Flim was about as tall as Ken's ribs.

He is stronger than any old guy I have seen before, his entire face is covered with hair, only a pair of eyes that are ready to get angry are exposed, and every visible skin is basically polluted by ash or mud .

Little Vasili said: "The opportunity you have been waiting for has come, Flim. I need you to help me escort the fire."

"Hmph, you are actually willing to touch your own precious seedlings."

The dwarf put the forging hammer by his hand, and the moment the hammer touched the table, there was a rattling sound, followed by sporadic flames bursting out in all directions.

The moment Flim removed the thing, all the sights and blessings touched by magic disappeared without a trace.

"Who's going to hire me?" he said, his eyes sharp and indifferent.

Ken walked forward naturally.

Flim also nodded, and hung the forging hammer on his waist:

"You brought the bloody myriads back, right? Everyone is talking about you, but I'm just willing to watch the flames for you, so as not to waste money, but don't think about other things, and I won't work for you."

Ken didn't respond.

He just smiled, listened to the other party slowly, and then turned and left.

Ken said: "The road is long, I don't want to make the team unstable, let's stop here, thank you for your introduction."

He nodded his thanks to the furnace owner next to him, but he didn't look at the dwarf craftsman again.

Flim also spread his hands with a smile, and turned around to go back to continue his own research.

Little Vasili sighed deeply. He knew that he should get along with mercenaries and other craftsmen, so he said: "Mr. Maharu has a ring forged by Sterlin. He didn't accept the invitation last night. He missed it, but Now this job is your only opportunity to get in touch with it, it has no documentation, and it is most likely to be an orphan.”

Flim stopped walking when he heard these words.

He is a dwarf and has little resistance to such things.

Little Vasili was very satisfied with Flim's performance, and turned to Ken's leaving back and said, "What kind of armor do you plan to change to be able to resist the wave of undead behind?"

He heard from his subordinates.

Mr. Mahalu damaged his own armor when he killed the leader of the hunt.

Ken was also worried, so he stopped and waited for the next article.

When he turned around, he saw that Flim was also staring at him, to be precise, glancing back and forth between his hands.

Ken asked the furnace owner: "If it's just to transport flames, I can pay to find a more professional guy. There are many talents in the mercenary, and I believe there are still qualified people. If you want to recommend him to me, you need someone who is good enough." reason."

Little Vasili nodded and said:

"Northern Enchanters are basically trained by the big tribes, so it is almost difficult for you to find equipment and armor with extra attributes or special resistance. It just so happens that Flim just has this talent."

When he talked about forging skills, his eyes became very devout again.

"Flim can forge equipment that resists hunting and corruption, or something that is quite resistant to deathrattle curses. You also know the current situation outside. Being able to have equipment against hunting and falling means nothing to me. Say more."

The furnace owner stood where he was, and retained both parties with a few words.

Ken looked at Flim with a suspicious look, and this look was very disrespectful - the dwarf craftsman is obsessed with and confident in craftsmanship.

[Unlock follower: Flim]

[Identity: Armor Craftsman]

[Attitude: Interested]

Under the witness of the furnace owner, Flim verified the authenticity of the [Law Ring].

His eyes were almost sunken into the equipment, and his voice trembled slightly: "How did you get this thing?"

"Break the curse of Proverbs."

Ken answered both truthfully and vaguely.

Flim looked around the ring for a long time.

When he faced Ken again, his attitude softened a lot, and he even wanted to take the initiative to show his ability in exchange for the task of transporting the hearth fire.

"The Hunting Prism you got from killing the leader can not only be exchanged for meritorious service, but also can be taken from me as a material for enchanting."

Flim stretched his limbs again, so he wanted to make one himself.

(End of this chapter)