Old Hank sat on a rocking chair, watching a group of Dwarves look at him with respect. He seemed to be wondering if he should greet them.
He raised his eyebrows and shouted, ordering the dwarves to move his equipment one after another.
Because his original blacksmith shop was no longer useful.
When Odom expanded the town, he built five large blacksmith rooms, which could accommodate hundreds of blacksmiths at the same time. They could also exchange their experiences.
For example, how to play fast, feel good, not hurt, and not bleed … and so on …
The reason why these Dwarves were so respectful to him was because they had just found out that this old human was a blacksmith grandmaster.
To the Dwarves, this concept was far more sincere than respecting the strong.
"D * mn, I was the only blacksmith in the town. I lived well, slapped widows' buttocks, flirted with underage girls, and could do anything I wanted. Now there are more than a hundred people in the same trade. How am I going to survive?"
Old Hank was very upset. He scratched his bird's nest like hair, his face full of displeasure. He had agreed to William's invitation because he was no longer so popular.
Fortunately, he could be one of the owners of the blacksmith shop.
"Owner? This name sounds quite high-end … "
In the past, the town rarely needed weapons and armor.
He was a blacksmith grandmaster, but he used a dragon saber to kill chickens. In the past, he could only help the commoners make some agricultural tools.
So many young widows who did not want to spend money and were single would turn a blind eye to him taking advantage of them.
But now, there were too many blacksmiths. In addition, there were many blacksmiths of the master and grandmaster level that suddenly appeared, giving him a great sense of crisis.
The other one was Mayor Odom. He had wavy blonde hair and a handsome face. Although he was short, his aura was extraordinary. Every day, he worked with his upper body bare. God knew how many widows had been seduced by his strong muscles.
Old Hank was once the lover of the town's widows, so he naturally wanted to compete with him.
William came to the blacksmith room that was being moved. He took a bottle of red wine worth 30 silver coins and came to visit an old acquaintance.
Old Hank.
He had no other surname, but his main occupation was a hidden occupation, Holy Hammer Warrior.
This rare profession was very special, but it was very awesome. It could even be said that it was famous.
However, there were a lot of requirements for this profession, and one of them was extremely perverted.
That was, the subprofession must be blacksmithing, and the blacksmithing profession must first reach the Grandmaster level before they could change their profession …
Try asking.
How many players would give up on their main profession if they didn't know about the hidden quest? Instead, they would forcefully grind their profession to Grandmaster before changing their profession?
At the end of the elven era, before humans officially became the masters of the continent, the Twelve Saints had appeared!
Every single one of them was a super expert who could destroy cities and countries.
The Hammer Warriors were one of them.
William guessed that the Hammer warriors relied on their equipment …
However, he did not know how this fellow with only an Epic Bloodline had obtained such an inheritance.
In any case, this old fellow's background was a secret and he never made a move. Ever since the Border Town was destroyed and he joined the Iron Nation, other than playing with iron, he would go around swindling alcohol to drink.
After the Iron Nation was destroyed by the dark creatures, he followed the players into the kingdom and was still active in the eyes of the players.
"Hmm, how should I put it? Not all players can kill a Boss, and not all players can get to know the Dwarfs and obtain high-level equipment or even Epic equipment.
"But Old Hank is an NPC who doesn't reject anyone. As long as he has enough money, alcohol, and materials, he can create Gold, Dark Gold, and even Epic equipment.
"This kind of person is like an NPC specially arranged by the game officials, so that the players will lose confidence in obtaining equipment …" William had played to death in his previous life, but he had never experienced Old Hank's side mission.
Perhaps his mission had been completed by others, but Old Hank was definitely an old fellow who followed the version and never died.
In terms of survival skills, he was much better than Moses, the all-rounded Great Enchanter …
In the game of Gods, there were many levels of equipment. In comparison, the attributes of Epic and Legendary equipment were not too different. Only some special effects were the most precious.
And at every stage, there would be high-level equipment for that stage.
For example, before William reached level 40, he was considered a beginner professional.
No matter if it was a beginner, intermediate, or advanced professional, they all had Epic and Legendary equipment of the same level.
But before level 40, leveling up was too fast. It was a waste to obtain high-level materials to create low-level equipment …
And this was also one of the reasons why William did not pursue more powerful equipment.
The most important thing was.
After painstakingly obtaining the mission information of a Legendary equipment, the series of missions were extremely complicated. As long as you failed one, the Legendary equipment would never be yours.
Even if you wanted to sell the mission information, the conditions of the mission would change …
Even if you were fated to complete the series of missions, the moment you obtained the Legendary equipment, you would already be breaking through to the next stage.
So in the game of Gods, try not to pursue Legendary equipment in the early stages of the game. The real top players would at most get an Epic weapon and a set of decent equipment.
"But as a Legendary Boss, how can I not get a set of Legendary equipment?" William threw the red wine to Old Hank and said to him, "Hey, there's wine to drink, iron to drink, and a grandmaster level blacksmith to exchange experiences. Why are you still depressed?"
Old Hank rolled his eyes and stood up slightly. "My Lord, you don't know …"
"Don't talk, I know!" William stopped him from talking nonsense. He walked to his side and secretly said a few words. After Old Hank heard it, his eyes became brighter and brighter. He even licked the saliva at the corner of his mouth.
He grabbed William's arm excitedly and asked, "Really? We're a small town?"
William frowned. "In another half a year, we'll be a town. By then, with a population of tens of thousands, we'll be considered a small city!"
"That's good. My Lord, you've done a good job. I, Old Hank, suddenly feel full of energy."
"You'll be full of energy in half a year. I'm afraid that if we build the brothel now, those fellows who are expanding the town won't have the energy to work." William shrugged helplessly.
It was better to open up the brothel than to block it. The thirst of single men far exceeded the imagination of normal people.
There were no short videos in this era.
Novels spread very slowly.
As for pictures? These things could not be looked at for too long. They would be stained with a layer of sticky and strange smelling liquid, greatly affecting one's sense of sight.
So.
For men in this era, the brothel was a necessity.
It could not be helped. William did not know how this game had passed the review …
It was just that awesome …
However, only those above the age of 18 could play the game. It seemed to have already hinted that this was an adult game …
And as the Lord, he did not need to force some people. As long as the brothel was opened, there would often be women from the two neighboring duchies who would be willing to do this job.
There were some people in the border town who would also go to the brothel in the other two duchies to find work …
After all, it was not easy to meet acquaintances …
As for fellows like Old Hank, the women only needed to spread their legs and lie on the bed.
In less than two minutes, Old Hank would definitely lean against the head of the bed. He might even smoke an after-dinner cigarette and sigh that his masculinity was not lacking in the past.
Four out of five silver coins were handed over. He could earn one silver coin in two minutes. What other money could be easier than this?
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