Inside the forging workshop, the master craftsman John sat quietly alone in a chair.
In front of him lay the new work Evan had just brought over to show him: Mind Armor.
Evan stood opposite him, hoping this veteran in the forging field would give him some advice.
However, John remained silent at this moment.
He picked up the water bottle next to him, took a sip of cold water to calm himself down, and then slowly opened his mouth.
"Evan, do you know what the biggest change you've brought to me since you came to the forge?"
"Uh, I don't know, so what is it?"
"Because of your arrival, I basically don't eat mushrooms or similar foods anymore."
Because I don't know if I'll end up mistaking a hallucination for something you did because I didn't cook the mushroom properly.
Or, seeing that you've surprised me again, I rush to the hospital to get treatment for my food poisoning.
At this point, John felt speechless but also quite gratified, and finally gave Evan a thumbs up.
"You're really something, you always manage to come up with some unexpected surprises for me."
Is it really that exaggerated?
"Yes, of course I do. Although I know you are very talented, please be careful not to use such a matter-of-fact tone. I know you, but others may not. They might think you are just showing off."
John was quite happy to hear this. He had thought that Evan's talent was extraordinary and that he would likely replace him as the master craftsman of the forge in a dozen years, making greater contributions to the continuation of the settlement.
Unexpectedly, it won't take more than ten years; it might be possible soon.
John wasn't joking. He looked at the mental weapon Evan handed him and took a shield to sense its power.
The result was exactly as Evan had predicted. For a craftsman like him, the core belief was protection. Holding the shield in his left hand, the heavy, unbreakable aura gave him a sense of security.
"Evan, to be honest, your biggest flaw right now is that you're too modest, really."
Mental Armament, Mental Armament... This name is quite fitting.
Unlike rune weapons, they do not require supernatural power to drive them. Even ordinary people can obtain the power to fight against supernatural beings if they obtain them.
You can even add runes to them to make these items even more powerful.
According to some other world, this is enough to give your family tree a separate page—no, a whole book, with your name on the first page.
After saying that, he took Evan's hand and walked towards the administrative center of the settlement, not forgetting to bring Evan's works with him.
Ten minutes later, Mike Smith, the highest-ranking administrator of the settlement, put down the greatsword that had turned tan.
"bump……"
Simply by inserting the tip into the ground as usual, the ground cracked open, and part of the greatsword's blade also sank into the ground.
Fortunately, we are currently outside the management center; otherwise, we would probably have to find a way to call someone to come and repair it.
"This weapon is really useful..."
Even with the same core belief of protection, the effects of using different weapons can vary.
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