This line … How should I respond?
I shouldn't come?
If you come, I'll come too?
If you don't come, I won't come too?
Irin hesitated for 0.3 seconds. He was too lazy to talk nonsense and directly took out the [Blank Holy Sword Crystal] that he dug out from the wolf's den.
"Hurry up, don't talk nonsense, I'm in a hurry."
Blacksmith Ge Lang: "…"
The blacksmith stopped what he was doing.
His face was full of displeasure.
However, he still obediently wiped away the bean-sized beads of sweat on his forehead. His dry and chapped hand took Yi Lin's blank divine sword crystal and examined it carefully.
"The purity … is barely passable."
After a while, the blacksmith, who was silent and pretentious, finally said something that made sense.
Hearing this, Irin was slightly startled: "This kind of crystal, there's a difference in purity?"
The blacksmith smiled coldly and rubbed the blank Holy Sword Crystal a few times with his big hand.
Yi Lin stared blankly as the blacksmith's calloused hands rubbed the surface of the crystal. A thin layer of white powder came out from between his palms.
That was clearly the crystal being ground into powder.
How many years of skill did it take to rub a crystal with his bare hands?
Irin resisted the urge to snatch back the crystal that he had painstakingly obtained.
After the blacksmith rubbed the crystal with his palm, the pure white crystal flashed and the name became — —
[Flawed Blank Holy Sword Crystal].
"That's more or less it."
The blacksmith's tightly knitted eyebrows relaxed a little, and his other hand silently reached out to Irin.
Irin understood.
He took out the blood-red dagger from the [Tools].
Before Irin handed the dagger to the blacksmith, his movements slightly stiffened.
Somehow.
This mysterious "Holy Sword" gave him the feeling that it was a part of his body that was difficult to part with.
It was like … something very important.
"Isn't it just a piece of equipment?"
Irin also felt a little strange about his strange emotions.
But now was not the time to think about it. After all, he had lost his memory. It was useless to be entangled here. In order to unlock this "Holy Sword", it seemed that he had to go through the process of being polished by Blacksmith Ge Lang.
At most … he could just wash up after he was done.
Irin finally handed over the red dagger.
His heart ached slightly.
"You … please be gentler."
Yi Lin stared fixedly at Blacksmith Ge. After holding back for a while, he finally managed to squeeze out such a sentence.
"Heh, hmph."
The blacksmith first chuckled, then snorted coldly.
He glanced at Irin and said, "A true assassin would never hand over his weapon to someone else."
I don't f * cking want to either, okay?
"Hurry up."
Blacksmith didn't seem to want to get too entangled with Irin, but he didn't know why.
There was always a hint of disdain in his expression when he looked at Yi Lin.
But this was a mission.
There was no other way.
Gods could not be disobeyed.
The blacksmith had no choice but to raise the red dagger with one hand so that it was at eye level. He narrowed his eyes and carefully examined the shape, material, curvature, and edge of the dagger.
Gradually, shock appeared in the blacksmith's cold eyes, followed by a trace of doubt. Finally, he let out a deep sigh.
"What a pity, what a pity, what a pity."
"Hmm?"
Blacksmith didn't care about Irin.
After muttering three short sentences to himself, he shook his head and said, "I see."
Irin clenched his fists.
He didn't say anything.
Blacksmith kicked Irin out of the door and said, "Get out, don't disturb my work."
Irin was a little confused.
That's my weapon, you know.
But there was no other way.
Blacksmith's level was probably extremely high. Irin couldn't resist at all. He didn't even have the chance to resist and was kicked out of the door in the blink of an eye.
Helpless, Irin could only look at the closed door and wait outside.
Outside the blacksmith's shop, in the chimney, the billowing black smoke was like a pillar that shot straight into the sky.
"Clang clang clang, ding ding ding, kaka kaka, dong dong dong —"
Through the door, there was the sound of crazy hammering coming from inside.
This hammering sound was different from the usual.
It was as if Blacksmith Ge was using eighteen different postures.
Irin couldn't imagine, imagine, and figure out what kind of cruel treatment his weapon was going through.
Before Blacksmith Ge kicked Irin out, he didn't tell Irin how long he had to wait.
Although Irin felt that this period of time was a bit torturous, he had no choice but to wait.
He had to wait until Blacksmith took the initiative to open the door.
Irin had thought of using [Shadow Kill] to turn into a shadow and sneak in through the gap of the door to see what Blacksmith was doing.
But after hesitating for a while, Irin took a deep breath and gave up on this idea.
As the saying goes, there are specializations in a profession. Blacksmith Ge was an important NPC in the novice village and one of the adventurers' life mentors. He shouldn't be greedy for his weapon.
"It shouldn't be."
Irin walked around the blacksmith's shop five times and didn't find any secret door to sneak out. Only then did he feel relieved and said so.
"…"
What Irin didn't expect was that he had to wait for a few hours.
He even felt the urge to pee midway, but he didn't dare to leave and could only hold it in.
At this moment, Irin suddenly understood why that dog always liked to spread its legs and pee at the wall.
In these few hours.
The sound of hammering iron in the house was as dense as a storm. It almost didn't stop or slow down.
As Irin listened, his expression became more serious.
He couldn't imagine what kind of terrifying physical strength could make Blacksmith Ge swing that big hammer without stopping and complete this kind of high-intensity work.
Irin was a little worried.
He wasn't worried about Blacksmith Ge's body.
What Yi Lin was worried about was whether or not such a hammer technique would cause his "Divine Sword" to be hammered away.
After a while.
Finally.
The clanging sound of iron striking suddenly stopped.
"Phew —"
"Sizzle —"
In the house.
Once again, there was a strange movement.
The black smoke that was constantly emitted from the chimney, which could be said to be the source of air pollution in Lab Town, had turned into a strange dark red.
"Hmm? This is …? "
Irin's nose twitched slightly.
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but at this moment, he felt that there was a strange smell in the dark red exhaust gas. It was a bit like the smell of blood, but not quite. There wasn't the smell of blood, but there was a strange fragrance.
"Squeak —"
Just as Irin was wondering what the faint smell in the air was, the shop door that had been closed for a few hours finally opened a gap.
"Come in."
The blacksmith's hoarse and dry voice came from inside the house.
The moment Irin pushed the door open and entered, a terrifying heat rushed towards him. Irin suddenly had the illusion that the hair on his face had been roasted into curly hairs. His face was filled with a burnt smell, which was very scary. Although it might be a psychological effect, the high temperature in the house couldn't be faked.
It was hard to imagine how Blacksmith Ge had endured for a few hours in such an environment.
Was it true that NPCs didn't care about the laws of physics at all, and only cared about the rules of the game?
According to the normal flow of the game, shouldn't it be done in an instant with a clap of two hands and a flash of golden light?
Irin didn't have the time to ask.
The blacksmith, on the other hand, held a thin red knife and quickly slashed it in front of Yi Lin.
Hiss — —
After the knife slashed, Irin felt a chill on the back of his hand. He lowered his head and saw that there was a thin opening there.
The blacksmith was ruthless, but the knife was even faster.
Before Irin could react, the red knife in the blacksmith's hand was already stained with Irin's own blood.
The bright red blood quickly seeped into the blade. In the blink of an eye, a feeling of blood connection came from the knife in the blacksmith's hand.
"Your 'Divine Sword', where did you get it?"
Irin took the new version of the 'Divine Sword', but before he could play with it, he heard the blacksmith's question. Irin couldn't answer and could only shake his head and say, "I forgot."
"Oh, right. You lost your memory. "
Blacksmith Ge stood up, staggered to the corner, and bent down to pick up a big jug of wine. With a "pop" sound, he bit open the lid and drank a few mouthfuls to quench his thirst. Without looking at Irin, he sat down alone in the corner of the room.
"In this world, there are only forty-nine 'Divine Swords', and I know the name of each of them. Only yours, I have never seen it before."
The blacksmith spoke leisurely and drank another big mouthful.
Oh.
Was he finally going to explain the world setting?
Irin held the 'Divine Sword' in a reverse grip and listened carefully to Blacksmith Ge's words.
"Every Divine Sword was given by the 'God' Uranus. They are unique and can't be replicated, and mortals can't create them. The weapon of the birth of divine power is the Divine Sword. "
Irin curled his lips, "Then aren't you very powerful? You can even repair the Divine Sword. "
"Repair?" Blacksmith Ge laughed at himself, "I just woke 'them' up."
"…"
Blacksmith Ge was silent again.
He poured the scalding wine into his mouth in big mouthfuls. Not only did it not quench his thirst, the mucous membrane on his lips was even drier, and there was even a faint trace of blood.
After a long time.
Blacksmith Ge said another sentence, "Your 'Divine Sword' is blood."
"What do you mean?"
Irin frowned.
"Get out."
“？”
"Get out!"
"…"
The old blacksmith seemed to have followed the glorious tradition of the NPCs in the game world of "only saying one-third of what they say". After leaving behind an inexplicable sentence, he kicked Irin out of the blacksmith shop.
In the end.
A low murmur came from inside, "Wait until you find the 'Blood of the Saint'."
Irin was stunned.
At this moment.
"Ding!"
A crisp sound rang in his ears.
[Main Mission has been updated!]
[Current Main Mission: The Road to Recovery of 'Divine Sword:???'!]
[Current Mission Objective: Find the 'Blood of the Saint' for Blacksmith Ge.]
[Mission Difficulty: SSS!]
[Mission Time Limit: None.]
[Mission Reward: Unknown.]
…
SSS！
What the f * ck!
Irin slammed the door a few more times.
There was no more movement from inside.
Irin lowered his head, deep in thought.
"Forget it, since the mission has been issued, it means that I can only proceed to the next step after finding the 'Blood of the Saint'. I can't force it."
Irin took out the brand new weapon and examined it carefully under the sunlight.
Irin was slightly stunned.
The brand new weapon was as transparent as red glass under the sunlight, as if it would shatter with a touch. The 'Divine Sword' that had been thoroughly beaten up was very thin, as thin as a cicada's wing. It was almost impossible to detect its thickness. Weighing it in his hand, it was as if it was weightless, so light that it could float on the spot.
The newly forged 'Divine Sword' and its previous form could be said to be worlds apart, as if it had become someone else's weapon.
"Strange … How did it become like this?"
Irin clearly remembered that before Blacksmith Ge worked, this weapon was still a certain thickness.
Looking at it carefully, it was as if there was blood rolling and flowing in the almost transparent knife. It was extremely magical.
Irin thought of Blacksmith Ge's words again.
"Your Divine Sword is blood."
It was inexplicable.
In order to avoid any complications, Irin left Rab Town as quickly as possible.
In a place where there was no one, Irin held the unknown 'Divine Sword' tightly and activated the legendary ability of the 'Divine Sword'.
— — Summon Spirit.
The moment the weapon's ability was activated.
Two rays of light, one red and one white, appeared from the thin blood-red blade, and then turned into two extremely graceful shadows.
"Nie Hongxiu."
"Bai Xiaoyi."
"I'm here following your summons."
"We're asking you."
"Are you our Master?"
Irin: "…?"
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