Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland

Just like the "missionary" agreed with Yue Yu.

Long before today, "Lu Beiyou" had visited Yue's store many times.

Although it is nothing major, maintaining stable contact is still conducive to building the image of the cult and can come in handy at critical moments.

Such as now.

At that time, his reputation as a master craftsman gradually gained popularity, adding a lot of credibility.

However, there were still some hiccups in the middle.

For example, the original old craftsmen of the Yue family shop.

They don't know the true relationship between Boss Yue and Lu Beiyou.

In their view, this was clearly a new craftsman from outside who appeared out of nowhere, relying on a somewhat false reputation to scare the inexperienced boss into confusion and respect.

Of course the craftsmen were not convinced.

Especially when Lu Beiyou proposed to borrow their blacksmith shop, and the boss wholeheartedly agreed.

You must know that you are somewhat famous, but that is all achieved by forging weapons.

But our store’s main business is armor.

Everyone here is an armor craftsman who has been in the industry for more than ten or decades. No matter how authoritative the old masters are, at least practice makes perfect and quality is guaranteed.

To a layman, forging weapons and armor is just like forging iron, just hitting it with a hammer.

But the actual difference is that every other line is like a mountain.

For this reason, the craftsmen even planned a strike to remind the boss of this fact and make him wake up.

The main reason is that the current operation of the Yuejia store is not as good as before, and it can no longer withstand random decisions.

The solution to the matter is also very simple.

Lu Meng casually showed his hand.

Compared to his exposed "weapon forging" skills, "armor craftsman" has actually been his main occupation.

The dispute will naturally disappear.

Even Yue Yu felt surprised.

If he hadn't known that this was his superior in the cult, he might have really considered hiring him.

It seems that what Mr. "Preacher" said was conservative.

Yue Yu originally thought that because the sect was spread across all walks of life, it could adapt to the situation and send a craftsman cultivator to be responsible for contacting him - this was already very surprising.

As a result, I didn't expect that the craftsmen randomly sent out had such a level, and they weren't just pretending to be fake.

Even industry elites can win over, which makes Boss Yue have to re-evaluate the energy of this religious group.

It turns out that his status as the boss of an armor dealer is really nothing in the religious order. No wonder Mr. "Preacher" doesn't give him any special treatment and insists on maintaining a single line of communication.

This also allowed Yue Yu to eliminate the last trace of his self-confidence and work hard to achieve his goals.

Boss Yue felt relieved, but some people were worried.

——Still the old craftsmen.

This time they really had a sense of crisis.

I originally thought that Lu Beiyou was a favored clown, but it turned out that he was a favored master... That was really fatal.

Guanhu is not scary.

Only those with capable connections are scary.

The operation of Yue's store is at a low point, and they are all afraid that they will be optimized.

But what the old masters worried about did not happen.

Because Lu Meng had no such plan.

He really wanted to learn the art of making armor very simply, and he asked questions humbly from time to time.

After getting along with each other several times, even the old craftsmen who were wary at first fell in love with him - the boss is right that he values ​​him, but you see, he still wants to ask me for advice.

Full sense of achievement.

Lu Meng's "Armor Craftsman" level has also increased.

And he can still use the original craftsmen from Yue's shop.

After reaching his level, simply making armor pieces would not gain much proficiency, it would just be repetitive work.

Now to make your own armor, in addition to the regular armor pieces that can be used directly in the warehouse, some parts that require customized details can also be outsourced to experienced craftsmen, which is what they do on weekdays anyway.

Lu Meng only needs to be responsible for the final assembly.

Yue Yu originally thought that Lu Meng came here to get the armor parts he had stored here, but he didn't expect to bring back two new church members——

…

Yue Yu led everyone to a small room with long tables and lounge chairs.

There were tea cups and wine sets on one side, making it look like a high-end reception room.

In fact, this is a new compartment that Yue Yu specially set aside for the church members. In his understanding, underground cults like theirs just like a group of people huddled in a small, dark room, praying to God while planning some shady events.

Moreover, Master Beiyou couldn't come to discuss matters, so he always took him to his bedroom.

If word of this got out, his respect for his fellow believers would change.

Yue Yu originally hung a portrait of Auckland in the cubicle, but Lu Meng firmly stopped him after seeing it.

Lu Meng had no choice but to tell him: We do not practice icon worship in our teachings. The so-called portraits in Auckland are actually copies of the portraits of previous saints.

It's not surprising that a portrait of an enemy head of state was found hanging in the Kingdom of Shake.

Yue Yu was so frightened that he quickly withdrew.

Burned to ashes and flushed the toilet.

Seeing Lu Meng covered in blood, the first thing Yue Yu thought of was to come up and ask about his situation.

"I'm fine." Lu Meng pointed behind him.

Huang Jie on Huang Jun's back was still unconscious and his face was pale.

The entire right arm was broken at shoulder level. Although it had been bandaged initially, the bandage was still soaked in blood.

This young man only looked cleaner than Lu Meng, but in fact his injuries were much more serious.

Yue Yu noticed this and quickly brushed away the debris on the table and asked Huang Jun to put the person on it.

Lu Meng took off the bandage and took a look.

Needless to say, these Krall's Choices were really neat and tidy in their attack. If an arm was broken, the arm would be broken, and there would be no collateral damage.

Fight with what you have.

In the early days of systemic medicine, amputation surgery was all about speed. The faster the surgery, the higher the patient's survival rate.

Therefore, doctors often go into battle carrying big axes and saws, like murderers.

In addition, Xiao Huo's initial handling was timely and appropriate, so it was not difficult to save this young man's life.

Lu Meng took the surgical box handed over by Huo Buyang and began to operate it.

Seeing his skillful and steady methods, Huang Jun, who was still very nervous, felt at ease, feeling that the other party was becoming more reliable.

However, looking at his brother's appearance.

There is a haze in Huang Jun's heart that cannot be dissipated.

——He has broken his arm.

As a swordsman, it is such a heavy blow to lose a hand.

And this is Huang Jie's preferred hand.

If you start from scratch with your left hand, how much time will be wasted? Even with his younger brother's talent, his final achievements may be locked at this step.

Huang Jun knew that the young man looked heartless, but he was actually a proud man in his heart.

Years of running around, the bullying from the nobles, the dedication of his family... How could Huang Jie not notice this.

Otherwise, he would not have pestered himself to learn swordsmanship, nor would he insist on signing up for the Thunder Arena.

As a result, just before he was about to stand out, something like this happened.

All hope was lost.

How will Huang Jie accept the current situation when he wakes up...

"Don't worry." Lu Meng said without stopping, "I have a way to make him pick up the knife again."

He didn't look back, but he guessed Huang Jun's thoughts.

"Really...really?"

It was not Huang Jun who spoke, but Huang Jie, who was lying on the table undergoing surgery.

The young man opened his eyes and looked at Lu Meng, hope rekindled in his pupils.

"You are indeed awake."

Lu Meng's expression remained unchanged. The red-hot scalpel cut away, carbonizing the blood vessels and stopping the bleeding.

"Ahhh!"

Shouts of pain echoed through the makeshift operating room.

Huo Buyang on the side took it for granted and held down Huang Jie who was about to jump up.