After entering the forge, Zhu Minglang saw the old master wearing only a soft leather vest in the middle of winter. His skin was like bacon, and his muscles were like a fierce bear. If he were to charge with a shield in his hand, he would probably run into a group of soldiers.
"Good morning, Master Zhao Long," Zhu Minglang greeted.
"Little Zhu, you've come so early today. Sigh, you're a pretty good apprentice. You have the heart and perseverance, unlike those lazy dogs that I've brought. God knows how long they'll have to stay here before they can finish their apprenticeship." Zhao Long held a needle and thread as he sewed the broken skin back together.
To be honest, Zhu Minglang always felt that Master Zhao Long should go to the forge next door. Forging iron, forging hammers, and sharpening knives suited his personal image. He didn't know how Zhao Long's rough hands pinched the small needle and thread, and his craftsmanship was especially good.
"Master Zhao, I said I have a family heritage. I'm not an apprentice. Later, I'll show you a robe I finished a few days ago. It's called Prestige!" Zhu Minglang said.
"Hahaha, I believe you. Of course I believe you. Your craftsmanship is different from others. Unfortunately, we can't learn it. Otherwise, you could teach us, who only know how to follow the prescribed order … Oh right, two days ago, someone delivered something heavy. It's very expensive. He said it was for you," Zhao Long said.
"Is that so? Then I have something to do. I won't chat with you for now!"
"Okay, okay … That's weird. Where's my scissors? Which stupid disciple didn't put away his tools properly? Sigh, forget it …" As Zhao Long spoke, he opened his mouth and bit down on the thread that he had pulled out, breaking the extremely flexible thread with his teeth.
Zhu Minglang smiled and shook his head.
His professional aura just now completely disappeared because of this act of biting the thread!
If someone sent something to the forge, it was basically the gift Zheng Yu gave him.
Green Silver Ore!
This kind of ore wasn't common, but it wasn't particularly rare either. If one wanted to collect it, they could indeed collect a lot. However, Zhu Minglang had learned that Green Silver Ore wasn't used as a material in Ancestral Dragon City's forging.
On the other hand, it appeared in hairpins, earrings, and necklaces, purely for aesthetic purposes.
Zhu Minglang needed the Green Silver because this type of Green Silver had some attributes. If he could stimulate the energy contained in it, it could be directly transformed into a dragon pet.
Dragon Armor!
Now that he had the materials, the money, and his persistent practice, he could officially forge this Heavy Jun Dragon Armor!
"Master Zhao, I want an independent casting room. I'll leave the money here," Zhu Minglang said to Zhao Long.
"What money? Go and use it. No one will disturb you," Zhao Long said.
"Thank you, Master Zhao."
Forging Dragon Armor was a secretive matter. Zhu Minglang didn't want others to know about it. It could be seen that there were very few people in Ancestral Dragon City who had this skill. In fact, there weren't many people in other city-states who had this skill.
To avoid unnecessary trouble, Zhu Minglang felt it was better to keep a low profile.
Time passed surprisingly quickly when he immersed himself in forging armor. Usually, by the time he entered the independent casting room to refine a few pieces of Green Silver for critical parts, it would already be dark outside by the time he came out for a meal.
However, studying was also a kind of pleasure in itself.
Looking for ingredients, taming his dragon pet, and forging his armor. It had been a long time since he was so fulfilled. He felt like every day wasn't enough.
Of course, no matter how busy he was, Zhu Minglang still remembered to visit his little dragon. After all, it was his third spirit dragon. Zhu Minglang hoped that it could recover soon.
…
Pure white snow fell on the silver-colored Ancestral Dragon City. The tip of the tower was the first to come into contact with these sacred Winter Elves.
The first snowflakes were like white butterflies dancing softly. Only a hardworking man like Zhu Minglang could witness their figures before dawn in Ancestral Dragon City. By the time the sky was completely bright, the Snow Butterfly Elves had already melted into the bright sunlight. The huge city was covered in a holy and solemn silver-white color!
Zhu Minglang had already figured out the process of forging the armor not long ago. Stepping on the snow, he still entered the casting room at the same time.
In every environment, there would always be a figure who was more hardworking than him. He arrived earlier than him. While he was still encouraging himself to continue working hard today, he had already entered a state of complete concentration.
This person was Zhao Long's master.
Zhu Minglang had tried to arrive a few minutes earlier several times to see if Zhao Long's master was sleeping here. Unfortunately, he couldn't crack the secret that Zhao Long's master was always the earliest.
"Master Zhao, morning," Zhu Minglang greeted him.
Suddenly, Zhao Long's master let out a strange cry. He put down his work and stared at Zhu Minglang. "Little Zhu … ah, Little Zhu!"
"What's wrong?" Zhu Minglang was confused.
Didn't he just go to class yesterday and didn't come?
Did he have to act like he had been separated from him for many years?
"Look, look at the picture pasted on the door. Is that really you?" Zhao Long's master pulled Zhu Minglang to the street and said in a hurry.
Zhu Minglang moved his feet and saw a picture pasted on the door. The material of the paper looked like a bounty for a bandit!
What's going on? Did I do something outrageous?
But the person in the picture did look exactly like me!
Was he really a fugitive?
What's the reason?
"Yesterday, there was a rumor going around saying that this person is the homeless man who was imprisoned with the Goddess of Martial Arts. I heard that this person used to be a silkworm farmer in Mulberry Town. He was poor, lowly, and came from a poor background. Because of his gluttony and laziness, he couldn't even raise silkworms properly. After he ran out of money, he became a beggar in Yong City. Coincidentally, he ended up in the dungeon and did something unspeakable with the Goddess of Martial Arts," Zhao Long lowered his body and whispered to Zhu Minglang.
"Huh?"
Zhu Minglang wanted to die when he heard that.
He wanted to correct him, but he quickly realized that if he corrected him, it would be tantamount to admitting it.
"You look too similar to that homeless man. I advise you to wear a mask. There are a lot of people who catch colds in winter. It's good for your health to maintain the habit of wearing a mask," Zhao Long said to Zhu Minglang seriously.
"It's not about whether we look alike or not. Why would there be such a rumor all of a sudden?" Zhu Minglang asked.
"Who knows? Everyone was talking about it overnight. Moreover, this portrait of you was plastered all over the city. The people in the nearby shops all said that you look very much like you, let alone the people in our shop. All the craftsmen, big and small, all thought that it was you!" Zhao Long said.
"Alright, I've been locked up in the forge lately," Zhu Minglang nodded.
He remembered Li Yunzi reminding him that her enemies might make an issue out of him when they parted ways.
It seemed like they had already made their move.
Of course, it was also possible that it was Luo Xiao's revenge. After the traitor was banished and wanted, he no longer dared to move freely in Zulong City. He could only resort to despicable methods to disgust him.
"Oh, you, you don't have the life of another person, yet you still have to bear the crime of another person. If you really can't do it, you should ask some experienced doctors to help you change your appearance," Zhao Long said with a concerned look.
"…" Zhu Minglang didn't know how to respond for a moment.
Some things were bound to happen eventually. Zhu Minglang had already mentally prepared himself.
It was impossible to change his appearance. It was time for Zulong City to change its atmosphere. He was tired of hearing the Valkyrie's man being a vagrant and a lowly beggar!
He, Zhu Minglang, would also shine brightly in Zulong City!
Upright and upright.
This was Zhu Minglang's current response.
… …
As expected, by nightfall, his name had already spread throughout the streets.
When Zhu Minglang walked out of the forge tiredly, his teacher, Zhao Long, and a few other apprentices were standing outside, staring at him with strange gazes.
Master Zhao Long's face was filled with disbelief. He thought that the picture only looked like Zhu Minglang. However, since the name was out, it couldn't be wrong!
As for those young apprentices.
In fact, when they were drinking in private, they often talked about the Valkyrie. There were countless versions of the story of the high and mighty Empress and the little beggar. It had dominated the best-selling small forbidden book for a long time. Zhu Minglang was described in countless ways, including short, ugly, fat, and thin …
"Little Zhu, you can't really be that … that vagrant from Yong City, right?" The master couldn't help but ask.
Zhu Minglang knew that there wasn't much point in explaining.
However, the person who spread the rumor was really disgusting. They said that he was lazy and couldn't raise silkworms anymore, so he became a beggar. He was clearly robbed!
Of course, Zhu Minglang also realized that since the rumor mentioned his identity as a silkworm breeder in Mulberry Town, it meant that Luo Xiao was involved in the rumor.
Luo Xiao didn't want him to live a peaceful life in Zulong City. With this unbearable and envied identity, it would be hard for him to survive without the ability to protect himself.
"Zhu Minglang, did you really sleep with the Valkyrie?" Apprentice Zhou Xin asked with a strange tone.
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