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"Craftsman God … Simba … Isn't that Simba the Lion King?"
Wang Yu looked in the direction of the player's finger and saw a dirty old man curled up in the corner, hugging a bottle of wine and sleeping soundly.
As expected of Hermit's friend. Apart from the difference in appearance, his style was almost the same. The same sloppy, the same drunkard.
"Sigh!" Wang Yu sighed and helplessly left the blacksmith shop. He went to the tavern to buy a few bottles of wine, then unscrewed the cap of one of the bottles and placed it behind Simba.
After a while, the snoring Simba opened his eyes.
Seeing this scene, all the blacksmith players were stunned …
They had been forging equipment here for a long time and naturally saw this sloppy beggar-like dwarf.
This dwarf had been sleeping since the players forged equipment in the blacksmith shop. Other than occasionally waking up and saying that he was Craftsman God Simba, he wouldn't say anything else.
The players here were all blacksmiths. When they heard that this guy was the Craftsman God, of course they wouldn't let him go, so they thought of many ways to get some information out of the dwarf.
But this dwarf was like a dead man. No matter how they asked, he wouldn't speak …
Who would have thought that the thing that lured him to speak was a bottle of wine …
The blacksmith player who just spoke to Wang Yu said in disbelief, "No way, I bought wine yesterday and tried it? He didn't even pay attention to me … "
The person next to him mocked, "Don't embarrass yourself with that malt wine of yours. Look at what he gave you? It's one gold coin per bottle … "
"…" The blacksmith player was speechless. In this period of time, gold coins were very valuable. Those who had gold coins were all high-end players. Which high-end player would put their mind on a blacksmith shop?
The dwarf, Simba, opened his eyes and glanced at the bottle beside him. He reached out and grabbed it. Then, he raised the bottle and poured it into his mouth. The wine flowed down his long beard, which made Wang Yu sigh. This was too sarcastic.
"Who are you?" After drinking, Simba asked Wang Yu in a muffled voice.
Wang Yu took out Hermit's recommendation letter and handed it over. "My teacher asked me to come …"
After taking the letter, Simba glanced at it and was slightly stunned. "Martial Artist? I haven't seen this profession in a long time. Tell me, what business do you have with me? "
Wang Yu said, "Teacher said that you can help me improve my strength."
"…" Simba shook his melon-like head and said, "You know, my dear Aria left me, and I've been depressed for many years. I can't swing a hammer anymore …"
"Eh …" It seemed that this old man was also a sad man who was trapped by love.
Wang Yu asked, "Then how can I help you?"
"Give me another bottle of wine …" Simba said.
"Aren't you going to look for your Ai Liya?" Wang Yu was puzzled. His wife had already run away, yet he was still drinking. What was the point?
Simba replied, "Aria is already the City Lord's wife, why would she want to see me? I really don't know how I'm not as good as that trash Willy … "
"Too many …" Wang Yu thought to herself. Putting aside the difference in status between the castellan and the blacksmith, just look at their appearances. The castellan, Count Willie, was dignified and heroic, while Simba … looked like a stray dog that had crawled out of a rubbish bin. How could they be compared?
"Then what about me improving my strength?" Wang Yu didn't give him the wine. Seeing how drunk this guy was, he might be drowning his sorrows in alcohol and never wake up.
"None of my business!" Simba said as he rolled his eyes.
As expected … This bastard didn't want to help at all. Luckily he didn't give him the wine.
"If you help me improve my strength, I'll give you this bottle of wine!" Wang Yu said as he took out the wine.
"Hmph!" Simba looked at Wang Yu with disdain. "Do you think the great God of Crafts is someone who can be easily bought?"
"Two bottles!" Wang Yu said.
"You …"
"Three bottles!"
"Okay, deal!" Simba agreed decisively.
Wang Yu wiped his sweat nervously. He knew that there wasn't an NPC that couldn't be settled with money. If there was, then he would add more money …
The blacksmith player that spoke to Wang Yu was completely dumbfounded. "Didn't they say that the great God of Crafts wouldn't be easily bought?"
Wang Yu explained, "Not easily bought means that you have to spend a lot of money to buy him … Three gold coins."
The blacksmith player was immediately dumbfounded. The waters of this game were too deep …
Wang Yu placed three bottles of wine in front of Simba and said respectfully, "Teacher Simba, can we begin?"
Simba was stunned. "I don't know how to fight …"
"Ah? Then how are you going to help me improve my strength? "Wang Yu suddenly felt like he had been tricked.
Simba said somewhat impatiently, "Give me your weapon, I can help you level up!"
"Level up?"
"That's right. The glove in your hand should be the legendary" Warrior's Sigh "right?" Simba asked.
"Yes, that's right!"
"The" Warrior's Sigh "is a spiritual artifact, but when the Martial God fell, its spirituality dissipated and it became a normal weapon. But fortunately, it still has the ability to level up. As long as you have a good sacrifice, I can increase its strength!" Simba said.
Wang Yu scratched his head and asked, "Sacrifice? What's that? "
Simba said, "A weapon that isn't lower than this glove's grade!"
"Oh, I see …" Wang Yu was a little hesitant.
A weapon that wasn't lower than this glove's grade was a Silver equipment. Currently, Silver equipment was still very rare in the game, and weapons were even rarer. Even Wang Yu only had a Silver staff.
Although this staff was a fake and not worth much, Wang Yu did not want to use it as a sacrifice at all. After all, this weapon was very handy and would be very useful against beast-type monsters.
"Will this work?" Wang Yu took out the "Fighter's Grip" and asked.
Simba said, "Yes! As long as you're not afraid of your weapon getting covered in dust, I don't mind … "
"Damn …" Wang Yu cursed. His meaning was clear. Don't try to fool me with trash unless you want your weapon to become trash.
"Do I have to spend money to buy one? It's tens of thousands … My wife only earns a few thousand a month … "Wang Yu muttered as he rummaged through his backpack. At this time, he suddenly found a large sword.
Wang Yu's eyes lit up. He pulled out the large sword and placed it in front of Simba. "Will this work?"
Simba's eyes widened when he saw the large sword in Wang Yu's hand. "The Inextinguishable Afterglow Warblade. This is Urtus' weapon. How do you have it?"
This large sword was the Gold weapon that was not sold the last time.
"I got it from the Boss." Wang Yu said, "How about it? Will it work? "
Simba looked at Wang Yu meaningfully and said, "Sure! Give me the weapon. I'll pick it up in two hours. "
"Two hours?" Wang Yu looked at the time. It would be twelve in an hour.
"Of course. This is an artifact upgrade. The process is very complicated. If you think it's too long, I have a set of simple and quick methods. However, I can't guarantee the success rate …"
"Alright, alright, alright …" Wang Yu quickly interrupted. "Two hours it is then. Don't skimp on the work."
"Hmph! You're doubting the personality of the God of Crafts! "
Wang Yu hurriedly said, "I don't dare, I don't dare …" At the same time, he thought, What kind of personality does a stupid NPC have? I'm doubting the personality of all the NPCs in this game!
After passing the weapon to Simba, Wang Yu sat at the side and waited quietly. Suddenly, his friends list flashed.
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