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Chapter 28 Fantasy Death Metal

Blaze once passed by the blacksmith shop in Balkan City. How should I put it, it felt decadent.

The stove seemed to have never been lit, the hammer seemed to have never been used, various ore materials had been piled in the corner, and a thick layer of dust covered the workbench.

People from foreign lands do not often visit the blacksmith shop, because the profession of blacksmith is limited to [Blacksmith Master], and the weapons that blacksmiths can forge have limits visible to the naked eye.

The forged weapons are far less good than those obtained by defeating monsters in the wild or completing tasks. Probably only when weapons need to be repaired, some customers will appear in the blacksmith shop here and there.

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[Had/Fire Rabbit Totem]

LV: 60 (0)

职业：锻造大师LV10/铁锤使LV15/酿酒师LV10/大力士LV10/火之仪式官LV10/矮人装备鉴定师LV5
Power: 1300
Agility: 12
Intelligence: 50
Faith: 200
Skill:? ? ?

magic:? ? ?
equipment
Weapon: Hammerhead Shark (Sledgehammer)
Head: Fighting Headband
Upper body: none
Waist: Fire-resistant apron
Lower body: cooling sandals

Accessories: Dwarf's birth certificate

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Blaze looked at the old man in front of him, who was sleeping soundly by the stove with his upper body naked. The piles of empty wine bottles told everyone that he was very drunk now.

"This is the master of masters I have found for you, the legendary dwarf, one of Master Eugene's most beloved disciples."

Herbie crossed his arms with great pride, and Blaze felt a little uncomfortable, because Audrey had also followed, frowning, silently expressing her dissatisfaction with this sloppy forging master.

"Ah, Audrey came here for the future." At this moment, Herbie's sharp thinking ability seemed to be broken, and he did not notice Blaze's restraint.

"We can't let her go back in this dress. We have to give her a new set of equipment for this."

"Her current strength level makes it hard for her to wear any armor. She should wear some light armor at best."

Blaze glanced at the surrounding equipment. Most of them had the affix "Novice", and judging from the defensive power alone, it might not be as high as Audrey's skirt.

"That's better than this outfit."

"That's right. Lady Audrey wearing this outfit is like a walking flower. She will attract people's attention wherever she stops."

"Your attitude is so strange." Herbie narrowed his eyes and was about to enter police dog mode.

"Ah... Speaking of which, you are also a knight, and you are indeed more polite to ladies."

Herbie tilted his head, and without wasting any more mental energy, he turned around and took out a bottle of incense that was probably a sobering tool and put it under the nose of Hard, who was still sleeping soundly.

"vomit cough cough cough -"

The props took effect immediately, and Harder's face instantly changed from red to bluish-white, and he woke up with retching. It's more of a torture tool than a sobering tool.

"You little bastard again, how many favors do I still owe you that I haven't paid back."

What he saw as soon as he opened his eyes was Herbie's smiling face. Harder's face instantly changed from pale to red again, but this time it was because of anger.

"You owe me a lot."

Herbie stepped back, allowing Blaze to appear in Hader's line of sight.

"Look at the guests I brought you." "I'm here to treat you - oh oh oh oh -"

Hard's cursing suddenly turned into a rooster's cry, which was so loud and deafening that even the chicken nestled in the lion's skin and mane was awakened, rubbing its eyes with its wings and looking left and right.

"Where did the rooster come from?"

"This, is this the legendary dream metal, soul steel? I have only seen soul steel as big as a fingernail in my life, but this entire set of armor is made of soul steel!"

Harder gasped and spread his fingers as if he wanted to touch, but he was unwilling to leave traces on the armor with his fingers. He could only twist his limbs like some evil ritual dance.

When Hebie saw this, he smiled as expected. It was definitely not the expression of a businessman who had used up a favor, but a smile of success as the other party owed another favor.

"Do you recognize this armor?" Blazer ignored Herbie's expression, cooperatively handed his arm to Harder, and asked when the other party lightly touched and observed.

"I don't know. This doesn't look like dwarf craftsmanship, at least not the dwarf craftsmanship I inherited."

Harder admired the dense scars on the armor and couldn't help but sigh.

"As expected, soul steel is most suitable for making armor."

"What is Soul Steel?" Although Blaze was a little regretful that Harder didn't recognize this armor, he wanted to know more about it if he could.

He had never heard of a metal like soul steel.

"A kind of fantasy metal. You should know that the metal itself has memory and lifespan." Harder pointed to the armor on the crafting table. There was a huge crack in the armor.

[Noble Knight Breastplate/Griffin Engraving]

[The armor once given as a reward to the knights who swore allegiance to the nobles, left huge scars after being attacked by the gryphon. 】

[When attacking, there is a probability of triggering a wind element attack, causing fragmentation damage. 】

After the [Noble Knight Breastplate], which was originally just an ordinary armor, was attacked by a griffon, the metal remembered the attack and transformed it into the armor's ability through a certain forging ritual. But as a price, the durability and defense become the same as light armor.

"The memory of metal can remember the damage it has suffered, but the lifespan of the metal will also be reduced in each memory. Even mithril and fine gold cannot avoid this."

"But soul steel will not. Soul steel is a dead metal, and dead things will not die again. The armor made of soul steel will become stronger and stronger, but of course the defense will continue to decrease as a price."

"But this armor has never shown the memory of these scars." Blaze touched his chest. There was a huge scratch here, which seemed to be left by a dragon species, but it had never triggered any related abilities. .

"Because this armor has forgotten my name, and it has even forgotten that I was injured."

After Harder admired it enough, he took out a bottle of wine from somewhere and started drinking again. He felt that his work was over without permission.

"If you want me to help you find the name of the armor and awaken the metal memory, then I'm sorry, I don't have the ability."

"The dwarves who can talk to fire and metal are now lonely. There is no one in this world who has that ability."

"Talk to the armor...?" Blaze looked at the cracks in the armor thoughtfully.

"Ah, by the way, where did you get this armor?"

"Generally speaking, this question should be asked first, right?"

　Thanks to Shuang Yue Yaodang for the two monthly passes.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)