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Chapter 97 Tasteful, the Dwarf Blacksmith's Knowledge-seeking Awareness (New) [Pursuit II]

The process of "training" is extremely slow.

The three low-level demon seeds pulsed with dark light, and the vortex of magic power invisible to the naked eye was stirring.

Chen Xuan released his own spiritual power and tempered it through the process of perceiving magic power.

4.7 meters, 4.8 meters, 4.9 meters, 5 meters...

His brows were hot, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

The released mental power is like a pool of water, slowly expanding towards the periphery.

When this range reaches five meters, it suddenly encounters a bottleneck.

In Chen Xuan's perception, there seemed to be an invisible barrier around him.

They bind the spiritual power and make it difficult to advance.

Mosu practice depends on quantity, and there is no mandatory bottleneck, but meditation is different.

Normally speaking, it would take an average of 3 to 7 naroja days for a Black Iron-level spellcaster with average aptitude to break through to Bronze-level. During this period, he must remain focused and calm, and devote all his energy to perceive the weak points.

Bottlenecking is also an exercise.

These situations are all recorded in the "Spiritual Power Meditation Method".

Chen Xuan didn't panic at all, he concentrated his mind and controlled his mental power, trying to sense and integrate into the invisible barrier.

During this process, his mental power became more nuanced.

If the original mental power is just a pool of stagnant water, then in the process of sensing barriers, it becomes living water with stronger plasticity and permeability.

After an unknown amount of time, Chen Xuan finally found the weak point in the barrier.

He condensed his mental strength into a single wave and hit it hard.

"Crack!"

The sound of cracking echoed in his head.

The invisible barriers shattered, and the spiritual power stretched instantly.

The range quickly expanded from 5 meters to about 7 meters!
Bronze-level mental strength is 7 meters to 20 meters away from the body.

At the same time, super sensory vision is also improved.

In the super-sensing state, all the enemy's actions will be slowed down at 0.7 times.

The elemental induction is also clearer and more intuitive, and it will be smoother to build a spell model.

After the induction was over, his mental power returned to his mind like a tide.

When Chen Xuan opened his eyes, his eyes were piercing and became brighter and clearer.

There is a feeling of "sweet eyes".

But soon, the bright eyes dimmed.

I just discovered that my eyes have a certain zoom ability, the multiples are not many, and it can probably be zoomed in by 1.2 multiples.

When he tries to zoom, his eyes will look extraordinarily lively.

These are the enhancements of the five senses brought about by spiritual power meditation.

Therefore, the casters are all smart guys.

There is no adaptation period for the advancement of spiritual power meditation, so Chen Xuan can clearly perceive the changes.

Concentrating slightly, he turned his head and looked at the water clock timer beside him. It was already bright outside, but the weather was still gloomy.

Both suns are obscured by clouds, revealing dim halos.

The farther and smaller dark sun left only a blue light spot like a jelly bean.

It was already the third hour of the water clock on Sunday, and the cat girl was taking the Zerikan sisters to practice guns in the simple shooting range on the first floor.

It was remodeled by Rebecca herself. She asked the skinner to buy a lot of thick animal skins, and bought a few low-level [Tranquility] runes to embed them, and it would become an excellent shooting range.

However, due to the size of the room, only five-meter targets can be hit there, so it's no problem to practice hands for entertainment.

The two sisters Dora are passionate about firearms beyond imagination.

They seem to have seen some kind of magical explosives made by eastern alchemists.

Hence the love and worship of explosions and firearms.

Every time they practiced their guns, the two sisters would yell and yell non-stop in the ancient Eastern language.

To be Chen Xuan's slave, there is no abuse, no humiliation, and no imaginary coercion.

As for asking them to kill people, it's even less of a problem.

To the women of Zerikhan, killing people is as normal as eating and drinking.

The two sisters felt a little rejoiced.

But a sense of identity and belonging still takes time to develop.

When he walked into the "shooting range", the two sisters were shooting with the cat girl.

Although the distance is fixed, the target can be reduced.

At this time, their target was a dead fly the size of a mung bean.

There is also a bulletproof plate underneath, which is full of depressions left by the gunshots.

"Owner!"

The clever little cat girl first put down her pistol and saluted him.

Yucca, the older sister of the Zerikan sisters, dropped her gun too.

"Master, good!"

Only the younger sister, Libeya, raised her hand and shot the dead fly before turning around and sticking out her tongue at Chen Xuan.

"Owner!"

"Gun, great!"

Both sisters put on linen shorts, which are the same cool style.

When they raised their guns to shoot, Chen Xuan could still see the wheat-colored Confucian pioneer.

Without lingering too much on these scenes, he rubbed Rebecca's ear and asked softly.

"Has Ophelia contacted you?"

I saw the cat girl enjoying his touch and slowly shaking her head.

"Not yet!"

"No... no! No!"

Beria was learning from the side, and this guy was more lively and mischievous.

Moreover, Chen Xuan discovered that the Zerikan woman had completely different faces when she was killing people.

"If she still hasn't contacted after another water clock, you can take the initiative to contact her with code words."

"Okay, master!"

The catgirl bowed and bowed to him.

……

【Author's dedicated building】

……

After speaking, he smiled and got up and left the improvised shooting range.

Standing outside the house, Chen Xuan thought that the current residence was still too crude.

Since there was still a gap in the water clock, he didn't intend to waste precious time.

Prepare to practice the magic spar purchased from the crooked bone market.

It is very efficient to practice first-order magic with bronze-level spiritual power meditation.

After he re-entered the upstairs, the Zerikan sisters in the shooting range fired a few more shots.

The little cat girl blushed and fiddled with the magazine absently.

The gunpowder smoke filled the house, which looked a bit cloudy and foggy.

But at this moment, sister Belia's nose suddenly moved.

The Zerikan hunt all the year round, and are extremely sensitive to the various special smells emitted by living creatures.

Because there are many smells that can reveal the state of the prey.

"Suck…"

Beria finally sniffed Kitty's side.

"Sister, smell, she has a smell on her body."

"Fat, send, send hydrogen~"

"Hahahaha!"

……

Magtan City Blacksmiths Guild.

Ruggedness is the only style here.

Two-thirds of the huge association's area is forging workshops.

The core area is several huge furnaces.

Even the air smelled of charcoal.

Rune-fortified stone chimneys vent smoke high into the air.

There was a layer of charcoal dust on the ground in the courtyard, and there were messy mud footprints everywhere.

Since it just rained last night, the charcoal ash was glowing black and bright.

The disgraced third-level blacksmith, the dwarf Jason Ironstove, was waiting for Ophelia at the door.

When he saw that the other party was also riding a bicycle, he couldn't help but smile.

The [-]th pole was on the hard rock road next to the association as if walking on the ground, and the accumulated water was rippling away, leaving only a trail of water after the wheels ran over it.

"Hello Yaowu! My dear half-elf lady!"

Ophelia stopped her bicycle and nodded to Master Jason in response.

"Good afternoon, Master Jason."

She knew the concept of the master in front of her, he was one of the few iron knights in the city.

Then she followed Jason towards the interior of the association.

The temperature here is several degrees higher than outside.

In the not-so-clean living room, there was only Jason Iron Stove.

The entire Blacksmiths Association is busy with their own affairs.

"What about the president?"

she asked suspiciously.

Jason was rummaging through boxes and cabinets in the living room.

"Damn it, where did that fellow Myers hide his nice bottle?"

"Hey, isn't this the bottle of fruit wine brought back from Jucheng?"

"My dear miss, I'm sorry, what did you just say?"

He crawled out of the cabinet, holding two horn glasses and a half bottle of wine.

Seeing this scene, Ophelia was a little speechless.

Most dwarven blacksmiths are a little talkative and cynical.

Only when blacksmithing and forging were mentioned did they look serious.

Jason poured two glasses of wine, picked up the glasses and smiled heartily.

"According to the rules of the dwarves, you must drink a glass of wine before talking about things."

"For your health, for Magtan City, and for killing all the bastard monsters!"

"cheers!"

He's ebullient and never on the same channel as Ophelia.

Reluctantly, the half-elf eldest lady picked up the wine glass and touched him lightly, and took a sip to pass the test.

"Why is it not here?"

She asked the question she had been holding back in her mind again.

Jason twitched, savoring the taste of the fruit wine.

Then stared at Ophelia like a fool.

"The president is only willing to stay in the forging room."

"I, Jason Iron Furnace, a third-level blacksmith certified by the Kingdom of Duroa, an iron knight awarded by the Multi-ethnic Alliance Blacksmith Association, and a second-level material alchemist in the giant city are in charge!"

He reported a long list of titles, and then, as if conjuring, dropped two bulging purses.

"Here are sixty dark gold coins!"

"The Magtan City Blacksmith Association ordered [-] bicycles from you!"

"It must be the style and quality that I bought before!"

"How many Naroa days can your caravan deliver?"

Ophelia was stunned, picked up the money bag and opened it to take a look, all of them were brand new dark gold coins.

The deposit will be given as soon as she says, she has never seen such a straightforward client!
"I need confirmation, maybe a few Naroa days..."

"I will give you an accurate answer tomorrow."

Remembering that her master said that a large quantity of goods could be obtained quickly, she conservatively reported a deadline.

Jason Ironstove didn't take it seriously, and took another swig from his wine glass.

"I know you are the daughter of Ancetus."

"All must arrive within ten naroa days."

"They will soon be used on the Western Front, and the Blacksmiths' Guild will need to improve them in the meantime."

He said bluntly that the main production of the major manufacturing associations is the priority supply front.

Compared with a small border town like Magtan City, the battlefields everywhere are the real hell.

Hundreds of monster burrows of various ranks form an formation, and hundreds of thousands of monsters appear every Naloa Day, and these monsters are no longer scattered like scattered burrows, they move in groups and will Co-ordination.

High-level monsters and gold-level powerhouses fight each other, which is very tragic.

And those guys will also collect supplies from the corpses of multi-ethnic alliance fighters to build a counter-attack line of defense.

The opposing sides in a large battlefield can sometimes even reach millions of levels.

Compared with the real battlefield, the city of Magtan under daily conditions is definitely a small and comfortable place in the countryside.

The piled bones of those frontier fortresses can fill the hills.

As long as one battle line collapses, it will be a catastrophe for the surrounding towns within a range of thousands of kilometers.

If we borrow Chen Xuan's "rat hole" metaphor to describe it.

Scattered crypts are like the occasional little mouse hole.

The connected crypts are huge holes that can collapse walls and houses.

This kind of point-to-point confrontation is the mainstream of Naloja today.

Adventurers and mercenaries are more like wingmen who play assists.

It's no wonder that the cultivation method of the Naroya continent is worthless, which clearly shows that it is heading in the direction of turning all the people into soldiers.

The larger the base of practitioners at the lower level, the more stable Naroya's basic strength will be.

And it is easy to give birth to high-level powerhouses.

Ophelia was not surprised at all when she heard that it was an order from the front line.

"Don't worry!"

Businessmen don't say anything else, they should finalize the matter first.

"Sweet lady, you can put away your purse now."

"Of course, we have to conclude a contract first..."

Jason said with a smile.

……

The contracting process will be over soon.

The dwarf blacksmith drank the wine in his glass and got up to see off the guests.

When he reached out and turned the ox horn cup upside down on the table, a string of strange bracelets hidden in his sleeve immediately slipped off.

Ophelia glanced at it unintentionally, but couldn't look away immediately.

"Can you...can you show me that bracelet in your hand?"

Dwarves often make their own trinkets out of favorite minerals or scraps left over from crafting satisfactory creations.

This is a memorial.

"Oh?"

"Is this what you said?"

Jason raised his arm and shook it, took it off and handed it to her.

"Have you seen anything like it?"

He narrowed his eyes, the honesty and sloppyness before did not exist anymore.

Ophelia took the bracelet, which was strung with severely deformed copper-clad steel lead-core warheads.

There are also several intact shell casings and grenade fragments.

To be honest, she had two Beretta M9 pistols hanging from her waist.

Looking at the dwarf's suddenly serious expression, it was not difficult for the clever Ophelia to guess what the dwarf was thinking.

She looked as usual, and even smiled.

"Very strange metal!"

"I don't know which piece of your work is the leftover material?"

This question made the dwarf Jason blush.

"Forehead!"

"This is not my work!"

"You merchants are well-informed. If you know anyone who has clues about this, please let me know!"

Jensen Ironforge, eager for new technology, asked with hope.

"No problem!" Ophelia readily agreed.

Then he asked curiously.

"Can I ask why?"

Seeing her promise, Jason didn't hide anything, and said bluntly.

"There's new technology hidden here!"

"I want to study!"

"No matter what the price is!"

"Look at this little projectile covered in soft copper!"

"You must have never imagined that it can penetrate a palm-thick hard soil wall!"

"The most important thing is that it does not have the elemental residue of magic gunpowder."

"I must see the prototype and see its craftsmanship, from the projectile to the structure..."

"Every time I think of this, I get goosebumps!"

"If the blacksmith in Poltan Village hadn't reported it to me, I really didn't know there was such a weapon in this world!"

"I'm more than just a blacksmith!"

Jason shivered involuntarily.

This is a reaction that often occurs during emotional agitation.

Having said that, he paused for a moment, and added earnestly again.

"Go find it, find it!"

"Dedicated business lady! The young flower of the Qiushui Merchant Group!"

"I will thank you if I find it."

He knew Ansetus, so he naturally understood the influence of the Colchicius Merchant Group, and thought that Ophelia could use the influence of the Merchant Group.

When the half-elf lady heard Jason say the words "the blacksmith of Poltan Village", she immediately understood everything.

If blacksmiths in villages around the world find strange minerals, metals, or mechanical artifacts, they can bring them to the association for appraisal. If they are judged to be valuable, they can exchange for certain black iron forging materials.

"How much will it cost?"

Under the strange circumstances, she asked subconsciously.

"Of course, it doesn't matter how big it is!"

"Okay miss, it's time to see you off."

"According to the research of alchemy, the smoke and dust from the blacksmith shop is very harmful to the health of beautiful ladies!"

"Please hurry up with the bicycle!"

"Soon these bikes will be on the front lines, replacing inefficient wooden two-wheelers!"

"Look at that thick flat plate, just add two baskets and it will be a mule made of iron!"

……

Standing at the door of the Blacksmiths Association, Ophelia rode away.

Jason Ironforge waved goodbye behind her.

After running around for several water clocks, many tasks finally had a clue.

It's just that the stalker lingers!
There were at least three senior scout-level guys staring at her.

One of them is also suspected of mastering some kind of stealth technique.

The stalkers came after Howard's autopsy, and it was self-evident who had commissioned these guys.

Her anti-reconnaissance ability is extremely strong, but the opponent is also very arrogant, and she didn't hide the whole time, it was more like a demonstration.

But she was just worried, not scared.

Don't look at Ophelia wearing a black iron badge and accepting a log-level commission.

But in fact, her magic element level had reached the bronze level as early as three Naloa months ago.

Moreover, her talent is better than that of the cat girl, and she has more resources.

If it wasn't for her lack of practice before, she might have reached the peak bronze level.

It was also because of this that she didn't panic at all when she met the wild boar Ragnar in the forest.

The Adventurer's Association is too loose, and the information update period is ten naloa months.

For a novice adventurer with good talent and time to practice, ten naloja months are enough to make a big difference.

"We have to find a way to get rid of them!"

Holding the handlebar with one hand, she touched the walkie-talkie hidden under the skirt of her waist with the other hand.

I have already been to the Blackthorn Tavern last time, and if I go there many times, it will definitely arouse suspicion.

"Have it!"

"Just go there!"

"No matter how arrogant these guys are, they dare not go in!"

Thinking of this, Ophelia turned a corner and drove towards the second circle not far away.

She arrived at her destination ten minutes later.

……

【Water Fairy Bath】

This is a mid-to-high-end bathing place in the city.

Divided into men's and women's baths and corresponding single rooms.

The entrances and exits inside and outside the baths are equipped with magic detection means.

It has a certain counter effect on stealth, magic disguise, and illusion.

Even high-level magic can give timely warning.

After all, the most important thing in a bath is comfort and privacy.

Ophelia parked her bicycle next to the guarded stables.

It cost 50 crowns to buy a bath coupon and walked into the women's bath, without changing clothes to really wash.

Instead, he found an unoccupied single room, closed the door and took out the walkie-talkie.

……

"[Tangle of Thorns] is basically mastered!"

Chen Xuan unscrewed a bottle of mineral water and drank a few gulps.

Kitten girls Rebecca and Zerikan are training in regular clothes and bulletproof vests.

In front of him was a pile of withered and blackened vines, all created by magic.

In the past one water clock hour, he has tried more than a dozen times, and he can almost complete the construction of the spell model within 1.2 seconds, causing tangled vines to grow on the ground.

However, these vines can only last for half a minute before suddenly withering and turning black, turning into something like mud.

It is estimated that it will return to the land and become nutrients again.

Sitting on the wooden chair, Chen Xuan closed his eyes and meditated in order to recover the mental power lost by casting spells.

This kind of life is actually very good.

While he was concentrating on meditation, the intercom next to Rebecca rang.

When Chen Xuan was with her, he would only leave one walkie-talkie outside.

"It's getting dark, the little bird is asking to return home!"

This is another code word, and the cat girl picked up the walkie-talkie and replied skillfully: "Please return home!"

"Rebecca, is the master there?"

"I'm going to report to him personally."

A steady electronic tone came from the intercom.

This kind of magical thing aroused the curiosity of the Zerekhan sisters again.

And in the state of meditation, Chen Xuan, who released his mental power, immediately opened his eyes.

He took the walkie-talkie handed over by the cat girl, and replied in a calm tone.

"Go ahead, Ophelia."

As his voice appeared, the other end of the intercom quickly answered.

"Master, the Blacksmiths Association has already paid a deposit of [-] crowns!"

"The other side requested delivery of [-] bicycles within ten naroya days."

"I don't know where you are...?"

The core of bicycle supply depends on Chen Xuan.

Hearing the good news, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"No problem, ten naroya days is more than enough."

At this time, Ophelia's slightly distorted voice came from the intercom again.

"By the way, master, the iron knight who approached me seems to have found traces of your use of weapons."

"He wore a bracelet of bullets from the firing."

"Also ask me to find you!"

"If you say you are willing to pay any price, you will also learn from you."

"The other party got the news from the blacksmith in Poltan Village."

After Ophelia finished speaking, Chen Xuan fell silent.

"Good guy, is there such a thing?"

He was not surprised that the Naroa natives might find traces of firearms.

If it is used, it will inevitably leave traces, various shrapnel, shell casings, and warheads.

Not everything can slowly clean the battlefield.

If you are afraid that this kind of thing will be exposed, then just go home and raise pigs.

He was surprised that the iron knight was able to collect a lot of shrapnel, which shows that he still spent a lot of thought.

If you have a chance, maybe you can tentatively contact it.

Chen Xuan was worried that there was no way to contact him.

If possible, it can be absorbed by contract.

For example, let the blacksmith sign a one-day slave contract in exchange for pistol technology.

As long as the other party agrees, then he will completely get on his chariot and lose the possibility of betrayal!
……

　Not surprisingly, there are none today.

　　See you guys tomorrow.

　　
　　
　
(End of this chapter)