Chapter 3924 I Tear Myself Apart

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"Sorry, Fan..." Looking at the sad expression on my face, Artoria put away her sword and walked up, looking at the broken sword in my hand.

"Is there any way to fix it?"

"It's hard to say, but whatever, this sword has been with me for so long, it's time to take a good rest."

"No, if it can be repaired, it must be repaired. Even if it is resting, it must be in a good condition. After all, this is a mortal gear, isn't it?"

"This... maybe what you said makes sense." It's not like I don't have any feelings for the Gongji sword. After all, it is the equipment that has been with me for the longest time... Will I say this, especially the many amulets in the inventory? Are the BUG Little Amulet and the Book of Cain rude?

However, I don’t think of my weapons as partners, brothers, lovers or anything like that. That kind of warrior spirit is beyond my realm. After all, my goal is to defeat hell as a savior and live a life of eating and waiting to die. Instead of going to Ediru Garden as a sky pirate.

I thought that if the Basic Sword was broken, it would be broken. After all, its attributes were a bit behind. I had never planned to change it before. The main reason was to add the attribute bars of all skills in the picture. Now the skill level is not very useful to me. When it gets old, it can indeed be retired. Just let it retire after its success. Of course, it won't be thrown into the corner of the inventory without mercy. It will most likely be placed at home. Get a better weapon rack and place it on it. In the future, no matter what happens, I can take my daughters to visit, and use the affectionate Yangma standard recitation tone to narrate the difficulties that Gan Jijian and I have overcome together in those years.

Well, mainly to show off myself.

However, looking at Arturia's eyes with such determination, it seemed that she would not be able to overcome this obstacle if she did not help me repair the sword. I think it is better to follow her heart. If it can be repaired, of course repairing it is the best, even if You can give it to others if you don’t use it yourself, right?

After all, it is a quasi-artifact-level weapon, so give it some credit.

"So, who can we fix it with?"

I thought about it for a while, and it seems that the elves are not very good at hammering. Although I heard that the maid has a very good blacksmith, but now, today, it is better not to be too difficult for Artoria.

The first thing that comes to mind is naturally Qiaxi. He has the inheritance of the giant blacksmith. In terms of level, he is at the top of the three realms. However, I lack self-confidence and have a shy personality that is not a barbarian. I feel that I have only learned a little bit. In terms of experience, , still far behind the predecessors.

In fact, who cares about experience these days? It depends on fate. Do I have more experience than Walter? Not the same as blowing his faucet, huh.

I looked around with a guilty conscience, it was good, Aikalay was not here, I could still hold my nerve.

In fact, it doesn't matter. As a contemporary representative of a loving father and a filial daughter, she will most likely agree with me and even sincerely hope that I can blow Walter's head off and teach her ambitious father a lesson.

The topic has gone too far. Qiaxi is undoubtedly the most suitable candidate. Looking at the league, not to mention the small mending work, but in terms of high-end blacksmith skills, no one can match her, not even Mu Aodonggua. no.

The problem is that Qiaxi is busy. In order to build my artifact set as quickly as possible, she is still working in the underground furnace day and night, and recently gave Walter’s sword to her, so she can only shorten her sleep time. , trouble her again, no one else needs to do it, I will find a rope myself, hang it on the street lamp and kick it off.

There is no other way, although it is not very reliable, I can only ask Mu Aodonggua to take a look first.

Unexpectedly, Mu Aodonggua did not hang out in the bar, but stayed in his blacksmith shop.

You can feel an inhuman heat wave coming from a long way away, and there is a layer of sticky sweat on your forehead unknowingly. The sound of banging is continuous and the frequency is astonishingly high, just like...

It seems like someone is editing a ghost video inside.

You're not fishing, you're working hard?

I was shocked. Is this the Mu Aodonggua I know?

Entering the bustling blacksmith shop, I was once again startled by the equipment and weapons placed all over the floor. The armor racks and weapon racks were almost submerged. They were stacked on the floor, leaning against the wall, even hanging from the beams, and even cups. It was used as a pen holder and a few daggers were forced into it.

The sound of knocking came from the forging platform where the fire was blazing. Mu Aodonggua's square and sturdy figure like a tree stump was completely drowned by the sea of ​​equipment.

"It's really too busy. There's no room left in the store!" Hearing the footsteps, the old winter melon shouted with a loud dwarf's voice.

"How long is the durability left? Roll out the remaining half, and straighten out the half. Even if it turns red, it can still be used."

"What if it explodes?" I continued what he said and asked.

"Is it your boy?" A bearded head grew out of the equipment pile. The smoky old face with slightly dark circles under the eyes and the big square ears formed a 007 symbol in my eyes.

"Why are you here to join in the fun? Go, go, go." He kept banging on his hands. Fortunately, this short winter melon still had a free arm, so he was angry with me.

"Very busy." Looking at his appearance, I felt embarrassed to tease him. The fisherman suddenly changed his ways and started working hard, which made me feel sad that my friends who were traveling with me were disappearing one by one. A sense of decline.

I think back then, I, an old drunkard, Old Farah, and a Mu short winter melon were kicked out of the bar. We walked on the way home, arms around each other, drunk, laughing and cursing all the way. That was called a hundred ghosts. Night travel, majestic!

Nowadays, the old guys are leaving me one by one, and I can only put a pot of turbid wine on the Qingming Festival... Huh? What? No one died?

Hey, didn't I just want to be sensational?

"I just got a jar of good wine from Bisi and wanted to send it over. Since you don't want it..." I turned around and was about to leave. Before the sound of beating behind me stopped, the old winter melon suddenly appeared in front of me. , open your arms with enthusiasm.

"Oh, my God, isn't this my dear Wu? I asked why there were birds chirping on the branches this morning. It turns out that there are distinguished guests coming to the door."

"Are you sure the bird you are talking about is not a crow?" I said with a teasing look on my face.

"That is also a colorful crow with a beautiful singing voice." Mu Aodonggua's serious face means that I have read a lot. I won't lie to you.

No one has such shame.

However, today I will use my strength to tell him that even a crow with a colorful singing voice is... a real crow.

"Here." I dug into the inventory, and when Mu Aodonggua stretched out his hand with his old face smiling like a chrysanthemum, I handed the two broken swords into his hands.

"What do you mean?" He instantly performed a Sichuan opera face change, changing his face continuously within a second, and finally turned green anyway.

"As you can see, my sword is broken. Please help me repair it."

"Where's the wine?"

"See if you can fix it first."

"What if not?"

"Then your wine is gone."

"Isn't it strange that I don't have long legs, so I can't drink it by myself?" Lao Donggua PIA threw the broken sword to the ground.

"Then I'll tell Bisi later and ask her to post a small business deal on the door of the bar. No credit will be given."

"Dear Wu." The chrysanthemums on Mu Aodonggua's face bloomed again. He quickly picked up the broken sword, blew it on it, and wiped it carefully on his clothes several times.

"You and I have been brothers for so many years, how come we can't even make a joke? Don't say this, don't say this, come, invite me inside, and Alto, who is a rare guest, why, you also want to repair equipment? No, no, No, I can’t afford to repair your equipment.”

"I came here with Fan." My king said that my equipment is not durable and cannot be repaired, which is very Versailles.

Mu Aodonggua looked at me, then at my king, then lowered his head to look at the two swords with mirror-like fractures, and suddenly he realized.

The famous Ruyi Divine Sword of the elves can be cut in two with one sword. Who doesn't know it?

He stopped talking, looked seriously, and carefully observed the broken sword, especially the fracture.

"Your Mephisto Sword..."

"It's Mephisto's Gaji sword." I corrected him, don't change the name randomly.

"This sword of yours..."

"It's for the basic sword." I emphasized again.

"go away!"

"Forget it, it will just take the sword and do whatever you want." I was scared.

"This sword of yours can be repaired."

"That's great, but you still have a but, right?" I was expressionless, like the swamp-jumping fish that had gone through hundreds of generations.

"That's right." Mu Aodonggua's face was solemn, as if he was about to sentence Gao Jijian to death.

"But you have to pay more."

"..."

Just...that's it?

No, this is the most serious situation!

I recalled my settings, shuddered, my face became serious, and I turned back to look at my king.

"Otherwise, let's forget it."

"Can it be repaired as soon as possible?" My king took a step forward, without asking the price at all, and asked Versailles again.

"This... I'm afraid it's a bit difficult." Grabbing a handful of gray beard, Mu Aodonggua showed patience and ease that he didn't have when talking to me.

"I'm not shouting out the price randomly. The main reason is that this sword is a bit special."

"What special method?"

"Let me put it bluntly, it has no technical content."

"..." It's quite straightforward.

"This is a quasi-artifact."

"Because it is a quasi-divine weapon." Old Donggua looked at the sword and shook his head: "It is simply an expensive item made of high-grade materials. In addition to the several sealing arrays and gem magic conversion arrays inside which are more interesting, the craftsmanship It’s not worth mentioning.”

"In other words, as long as there are enough materials, you can easily build such a [quasi-artifact]?"

"Of course I have no problem with it now, but I just won't do it."

"Why?"

"Waste materials, waste time. If you give me the materials for this sword, I can make two quasi-artifacts, and maybe there will be some left."

"Then why not... let's dismantle the sword." I clapped my hands and thought backwards. I felt like I was a little clever person. If the Ji Sword had a spirit in the sky, I would be very happy.

"No chance. I guess Mephisto probably didn't put much effort into it. The manufacturing process is quite rough. The properties of many materials are either fixed, mixed too much, or simply damaged. Even if they are disassembled, they cannot be used as Material."

"Then let's go to Xiuxiu." I said with a dull look on my face, "That's great, Goji Sword, I'm glad you're back with me."

"The reason why I tell you so much is to tell you that repairing this sword requires a lot of materials, high-end materials." Mu Aodonggua's expression was quite complicated and tangled, and he was probably trying to decide whether this thing was worth it. build.

"How about a large number of advanced methods?" I felt cold.

"I won't make it difficult for you. You can prepare twenty pieces of dark gold-level equipment for me. After dismantling them, the materials should be almost the same."

Farewell, engage in Ji Jian.

I turned around to leave, but Arturia held me back.

"I……"

"Xiu Xiu Xiu, I'll do it." Before my king could say anything, I interrupted: "As long as it's dark gold equipment, it doesn't matter the level or quality, right?"

"Everything is fine." Old Winter Melon nodded.

"Fan, here I am..."

"I know you have it, but I also have it. There are a lot of low-level dark gold equipment that are useless. I am worried that I have no place to put them, so I might as well use mine." I squeezed my king's little hand and said, "We are a couple. , it’s up to me to decide which one is the right one, I was hesitant just now because I thought it was a bit expensive and wanted to bargain.”

I'm not being a male chauvinist, and I know that Artoria can definitely take it out. However, mine is my own after all, and Artoria's belongs to the elves.

"Moreover." Mu Aodonggua's eyes began to contain ill intentions. After talking about the serious things, it was time to talk about something less serious.

"Even if the materials are gathered together, it will take a lot of time. Not to mention other things, it will take a lot of time just to dismantle the dark gold materials. You should know something about it."

"No, I don't understand!" I felt in danger!

"I heard that a while ago you boasted to everyone that your repair skills were the best in the world?"

"No, you're talking nonsense!"

It was no use at all. Mu Aodonggua tried his best to stand on tiptoes, patted my shoulder, pointed at the pile of blacksmiths behind him, and showed an ambiguous look that you know.

"The cost of repair..." This is my last stubbornness.

"Even."

"make a deal."

After Mu'aodonggua and Artoria left one after another, I performed a trick of tearing myself apart.

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