After asking around a few players, Ling Yun finally came to a blacksmith shop.
"Is this the best blacksmith shop in the Blood City?"
The hot air rushes towards you, and to the west are five giant furnaces, with red molten iron, sparks flying, and dozens of shirtless men waving hammers, making a clanging sound.
To the east is a five-story attic, with a two-foot-long red-lacquered and gold-lettered plaque hanging at the door, Longji Blacksmith Shop. When you walk into the lobby, sharp weapons and solid armored boots are displayed everywhere.
Ling Yun was shocked. There were actually many silver-level equipment among these weapons, and even a few gold-level equipment. As long as you have gold coins, you can choose any weapon here. The price is much more expensive than on the market.
Being able to create gold-level equipment, it seems that the number one weapon master in the Scarlet City must be here.
Seeing a customer coming, the shopkeeper greeted him with a smile, "Sir, do you need any help?"
"I want to repair this weapon," Ling Yun put the Destruction Blade on the counter.
The shining light instantly coated the hall with a layer of silvery white. Even though it was just a broken blade of destruction, it was enough to eclipse all the weapons present.
The shopkeeper's eyes widened. He had seen a lot of things. He knew at a glance that this dagger was not ordinary. He hurriedly put on his reading glasses and held it carefully in his hands, "Uh, this... this... Sir, please wait a moment while I go ask the shop owner for instructions."
Ling Yun found a chair and leaned on it comfortably, looking at the various equipment and weapons around him.
With only half a pack of cigarettes left, the shopkeeper walked over accompanied by a fat middle-aged man. Seeing the groveling look on the shopkeeper's face, Ling Yun knew that the real owner had arrived.
"Well, sir, I heard that you have a top-quality weapon that needs repairing," the fat middle-aged man wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, but he still couldn't hide the shrewdness unique to a businessman in his eyes.
Ling Yun stood up and said, "Well, there is a dagger. As long as you can repair it, the price is negotiable," and casually handed over the Blade of Destruction.
The shop owner's expression changed greatly when he saw the back, and his eyes almost fell from the bridge of his nose, "Yes, yes, it is really a magic weapon, but the store's capabilities are limited, and it is impossible to repair this weapon with its current strength."
"It can't be repaired." Are you a pig? Ling Yun was so angry that he almost cursed and suppressed the anger in his heart. "You make a condition. As long as I can do it, I will definitely comply with it."
The fat shopkeeper laughed, "Haha, sir, you have misunderstood me. Let us not speak secretly. The grade of this dagger is definitely above the five-color holy level. Only with our best forging technology can we create a purple-armored ghost weapon." , and they are only rare." He adjusted his glasses and pushed back the Destruction Blade in his hand, "You are really embarrassing us by bringing such a dagger over."
Ling Yun had no choice but to put away the dagger. Thinking of the mission above, he couldn't help but sigh, "Oh, it seems that this is not the place we are looking for."
"Sir, please go slowly, but I know a place that seems to be able to repair your dagger," the fat shopkeeper actually chased after him.
"Really," Ling Yun was overjoyed, "Where is that person? Can you take me there?"
The fat shopkeeper pointed to the opposite side of the shop, "Well, that's right there, but it depends on you whether that old guy can help you repair your weapons."
"Well, thank you," Ling Yun thanked the shopkeeper, turned around and looked at where he pointed, and was dumbfounded.
It was a dilapidated earth house, and the tiles on the roof were so riddled with holes that it seemed like a gust of wind could blow the roof off.
"If there are people living in such a broken house, the beggars will probably live better than him," Ling Yun muttered to himself and walked towards the hut.
It was a door made of two broken door panels. It was covered with oil stains. The door was ajar, and a loud snoring sound came from inside.
Dong dong dong.
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I knocked on the door several times, but no one answered.
Ling Yun was a little annoyed. Could it be that all the old NPCs in the game had weird tempers?
Dong dong dong.
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This time I used some force with my hand, but when I knocked on the door panel again, it actually failed.
With a bang, the door panel fell to the ground, throwing up a cloud of dust.
"Ouch, meow," a big tabby cat jumped out of the house, frightening Ling Yun into a cold sweat.
An old man was lying on the three-legged bamboo bed. He shivered all over and stood up suddenly. The bamboo bed tilted and he rolled to the ground.
"Ouch..." The old man stood up holding his waist, his face full of anger, his beard almost raised to his eyebrows in anger, "That bastard disturbed my rest.
Ling Yun grimaced and hurriedly stepped forward to apologize, "Old man, I was really sorry just now."
"Humph, I'm sorry," the old man patted the dust on his body, "You broke my door, but you have to pay for it."
"How much?" As soon as money was mentioned, Ling Yun's back stiffened. There was nothing else these days, only gold coins.
The old man held out a palm.
"Oh, five gold coins, not much, not much," Ling Yun handed out a gold coin casually, "These are ten gold coins, and the rest should be used as an apology to the old man."
Unexpectedly, the old man waved his hand and didn't even look at the ten gold coins.
"Is it missing?" Ling Yun took out fifty gold coins, "This is enough, right?"
The old man still shook his head, "Five hundred gold coins. If you miss one point, I will call the police. I will call 110 and accuse you of breaking into a house and committing murder with a knife."
"That's how broken you are..." Ling Yun pointed at the broken door panel. He was so angry that he was itching. His fingers were trembling for a long time and he didn't say the rest of the sentence.
Do you think that broken wooden board was lined with gold? Ling Yun swallowed the words that came to his lips. Now that he has something to ask for, it seems that he will definitely suffer the loss of being a mute.
Reluctantly, he took out five hundred gold coins and handed it to the old man, "This is okay, right?"
"Well, not bad, I guess you know the truth," the old man looked at Ling Yun with a smile, as if he was looking at someone who was taken advantage of.
"Old man, I have one more thing to ask for. I wonder if you have any free time." If you don't do business after giving me money, it will be a big loss.
The old man shook his head, turned around and lay back on his three-legged bamboo bed, "No time, no time, I just want to sleep now,"
"You..." If it weren't for the mission, Ling Yun would have taken out his Nepalese army knife and cut his old bones into a pile of rubbish.
The snoring sounded again, and Ling Yun stood blankly in the room. The feeling was so uncomfortable.
"Fuck, the guy next door to Mala, squandered my money, and still slept so peacefully," Ling Yun became angrier as he thought about it, holding Barrett in his hand, "Isn't it just a crappy mission? The worst I can do is I won't do it anymore."
Ling Yun has such a bad temper, he can ask for help, but he can't look at other people's faces.
Boom, Barrett roared, and bullets shot out wildly,
