Chapter 134
Chris didn't really want to look up at the guy; he felt a little embarrassed.
At that time, when I was inside the monster's body, this guy seemed to be right next to me. He was the one who suggested whether I should use this infected body.
He had initially refused, but now that his entire body was covered in the plundered parts, he clearly felt that his coy approach would displease others. Therefore, he didn't dare look up at Ark.
Ark, of course, didn't care about such things. These two guys were just acquaintances of his. The world is so big now, it's nice to have acquaintances everywhere.
"You look really handsome, don't you?" Dedeline put her arm around Christon's neck and forced him to bend down slightly to be as tall as her. "Indeed, black suits you best."
Chrisson didn't utter a sound, but he tried to avoid it out of embarrassment, though he was unsuccessful.
Yak rested his head on his hand, looked at the still shy guy, and smiled helplessly.
Even though he was a powerful monster himself, he could still sense that the little spider was something extraordinary.
But now this guy seems so easy to bully. If I were a robber, I would probably not hesitate to take down someone who looks so young.
He wore a black cloak over a black linen robe, and a beautiful headband.
Although this simple armor is barely anything, it seems to be Deedris's preference, as she also has a headband.
This thing can only block a dart at most; if you throw it accurately, it might not even be able to stop a dart.
"Are you here to provide equipment?" Ark asked curiously, propping his head up with his hand. "Looks like you're missing a reliable guy."
"Do you have any suitable equipment?" Dedeline looked at Ark and felt that he had ill intentions. But speaking of which, if we were to ask where we could buy suitable equipment here...
Perhaps this is the place.
“There are indeed some good things.” Ark tapped the table with his fingers. “But they’re not cheap.”
"You swindler, how long have I been asleep before you try to cheat us again?" The swordsmith, who had been sleeping in the back, opened his eyes in dissatisfaction and looked at the two men standing in front of him. "If you want weapons, I'll make them for you. Don't give money to this swindler."
“Blatantly stealing business is unethical,” Yak said with a hint of helplessness.
"If you want to trick me into making weapons for these two guys, just say so. There's no need to beat around the bush and make sure I hear it." The swordsmith propped himself up helplessly. "Honestly, they won't let me get a good night's sleep."
"Who are you?" Dedeline looked at the guy and tilted her head, a little confused.
“He knows her, don’t ask me.” The knifesmith, too lazy to explain, pointed to the guy being pulled by Deedri: “Speaking of which, is this your girlfriend? Is the reason you’ve been hiding there and refusing to come out because of her?”
“Oh, you two know each other?” Dedeline wasn’t bothered by the last sentence. Instead, she pinched Chrison’s cheek and said, “Why didn’t you say you knew the people who make weapons?”
Krisen didn't say much, his face was just red because of the knifesmith's words.
I wanted to explain, but it seems Deedris doesn't care much. I guess so, or maybe it's not worth worrying about.
......
"In short, I still got ripped off by that ruthless guy." The swordsmith looked at the metal placed in front of him with dissatisfaction: "Although it was indeed cheap enough."
Although he was very unwilling, he eventually returned to the room where the former city lord had been.
Now only she and Xiaobai are staying here temporarily, making the already quite large room even more spacious.
"Um, is this really all the compensation you're owed?" Dedely asked, a little uneasy. "Don't let my appearance fool you, I can still afford to pay you."
"Hmm? It's a very simple matter to begin with, there's no need to charge a lot of compensation, it's good enough if we don't lose money." The swordsmith looked at the two guys sitting in front of him, paused and said, "Besides, I have a good impression of you two, don't worry, I'm from the church. And I'm considered a saint, and I'm also a well-known good-natured person in the church."
“You’re quite an interesting person to use this as a metaphor for yourself,” Dedelie said with a smile. “Then I won’t stand on ceremony. I’ll treat you to a drink sometime.”
"Oh? Drinking?" The knifesmith, hearing something interesting, couldn't help but smile. "Alright, let me make this clear: I can hold my liquor quite well."
"Don't be arrogant about your drinking capacity," Dedeline said, looking quite pleased. "After all, that's the only thing I can be proud of."
The swordsmith shrugged and looked at Chrison standing beside him.
"So it was to make you a weapon." The swordsmith sighed helplessly. "Speaking of which, I did ask you if you wanted a weapon, but you refused."
"Oh, really?" Dedeline looked at Chrison, who hadn't said a word since earlier. "Why didn't you take it? You would have needed it very much."
“This young man doesn’t seem to need a weapon. You have something better, right?” The swordsmith glanced at him. “Release it here and let me see. Don’t worry, there’s a barrier here. Even if you can’t control its aura after it appears, you don’t need to worry about anyone coming here to hunt down monsters.”
Chris scratched his head, looking quite reluctant.
"Could I step out for a moment?" he asked softly, looking up. "This outfit was just bought for me by Deedri, and I don't want to ruin it."
"Then just take off your shirt right here." The knifesmith, propping his head up with his hand, looked a little impatient. "What's there to be embarrassed about? Are you afraid we'll take advantage of you?"
The little spider blushed slightly, then curled up in the perfect pose, tucking its head between its arms.
Then he slowly pulled open his clothes, revealing his hard upper body. Although slender, his entire body was made up of sharply defined muscles, making him look like a miniature rock.
He had initially intended to make a joke, but when he saw those four metallic black spider legs protruding from both sides of his cervical spine, an extremely terrifying aura emanated from his entire body. It made him uneasy, as if he were being overwhelmed by a swarm of insects.
"What a monster." The swordsmith looked at Chrison, who was hugging his shirt. "What level are you? A Chaos Calamity? Among monsters, there must be no monster of the highest level recognized by the Demon God, right? What terrifying magical power."
"Feel sorry."
"You're very strong, so there's no need to apologize." The swordsmith looked at the four spider legs behind him, which were already nearly three meters long, and how they could still reach any dangerous object even after being irregularly folded into three sections: "I could never make such a useful weapon."
“I’d rather see something that… looks kinder,” Christon muttered softly.
Dedeline swallowed hard, staring at the four slender black spider legs.
Although reason tells me that this thing is safe, my instincts are practically screaming at me to get away from it.
After all, their ancestors were goats, and as wild animals, it seems reasonable for them to instinctively fear things that are far stronger than themselves.
“You have something similar.” The swordsmith noticed Deedri’s nervousness and pointed to the horns on her head: “Although they have degenerated and become smaller because you have not used them for so long, they are still there, aren’t they? As a member of the Fire Goat Clan, perhaps the only part of your body that is a goat is these two horns.”
"That's true." Dedeline touched the thing on her head helplessly, thinking that it might disappear in a few generations.
After all, there's no need to rely on the enhanced body and speed to charge with this thing now, because it's difficult to change techniques, and it seems clumsy compared to the greatsword held in both hands.
"Do you still need it?" the knifemaker suddenly asked a strange question.
"Use? Use what?" Dedeline didn't understand what she meant.
“Of course I’m referring to these ram horns.” The swordsmith looked at her and said, “The horns of the volcano goat have the blessing of wind, the protection of fire, the protection of earth, the protection of nature, and the protection of life. There are only a few materials that can have five blessings. If you don’t use them, can I use these horns as weapon material? Krisen is more suited to using spears and crossbows. Either way, your ram horns will make you even more powerful.”
She paused here, "Otherwise, the little spider will only get a weapon that's inferior to its spider legs. I would suggest it fight like a spider. It's all about setting traps, controlling distance, gaining an advantage through maneuvering, and then expanding that advantage. Then it can win with minimal losses."
After the swordsmith picked up the piece of metal from the ground, he said, "If you're reluctant to part with it, I'll make him a simple suit of armor. He has a more suitable weapon."
“Of course, I’ve hardly ever used it, and it would just cause my magic to dissipate.” Deedri seemed unconcerned: “Thank you for your help.”
“No need, I don’t need weapons much.” Chrisson was taken aback when he heard this, then immediately stepped in front of her: “As you said, I can fight without weapons, right? So I won’t trouble you.”
"Hey, so protective of your girlfriend?" The swordsmith seemed unsurprised, looking at Spider-Man's serious expression: "Speaking of which, your subconscious reaction is quite frightening."
The little spider lowered its head and then slowly retracted its appendages.
The four spider legs were positioned at completely different angles towards the knifesmith standing there, as if afraid that she would come over at any moment and forcibly cut off her ram horns.
Although the swordsmith didn't make any threatening moves, the sheer threat made Spider-Man feel a little disheartened.
If it had been any later, her horns might have already been cut off. This self-proclaimed swordsmith was definitely not a kind person. Although he claimed to be a weapon maker and his aura was well concealed, both were dangerous things, and Spider-Man could sense that this guy standing here had killed quite a few people.
"Are you afraid of me?" The swordsmith shook his head. "I'm just an ascetic, and I'm much weaker now because of a battle. You have absolutely no need to be afraid of me, but right now you have many ways to deal with me."
"Sorry." Spider-Man realized that she had overreacted. Indeed, as she said, she was very weak right now, and even he could easily defeat her.
“It doesn’t matter,” the swordsmith said, looking at him. “Anyway, if you need weapons, give me those ram horns. A crossbow and a spear. They’ll both suit your fighting style. If I don’t have those materials, I can just make you a weapon out of metal.”
As she spoke, she paused in front of him, holding the metal in her hand, then squeezed it tightly. The metal seemed to melt and splatter.
Then it was formed into a slender metal gun.
"So powerful!" Deedri exclaimed in surprise as she looked at the spear stuck in front of the little spider. "I thought you would use an anvil and then hit it with a hammer."
“If it really comes to it, I would do that too,” the swordsmith said, scratching his face. “But the basic method of weapon making is to pour molten metal into a container and then hammer it to make it stronger. With holy magic, it’s obviously much easier, and I have to cooperate with that.”
She showed Dedeline one of her rings: "It's very simple that the heat it generates instantly softens a piece of metal, and then it's shaped and solidified using holy magic. The principle is the same, and weapons formed instantly are actually more stable in terms of quality."
Then she shrugged: "But if it's a really good weapon, it still needs good materials."
"So I don't think it's a big deal," Deedrey said nonchalantly, looking at the little spider. "I don't even need this stuff anyway."
"Swordsmith, where did the weapon you always carry on your back go?" Spider-Man didn't answer Deedris, but instead posed this question to the swordsmith.
“Damn it.” The swordsmith shrugged, then looked at the little spider and said, “After all, I just went through a battle.”
"If I make this weapon, how long will it last?"
“If it were a battle against someone of your level, it would probably only be three exchanges,” the swordsmith said. “Weapons are meant to aid in combat. If they become an obstacle in battle, they should be discarded and replaced immediately. That’s why I carry so many weapons. I’m not proficient in unarmed combat or divine magic. So I use weapons to make up for my lack of offensive skills.”
"So this is all she got in return for cutting off her horn?" Spider-Man shook his head. "Forget it, I don't think it's worth it."
"Hmm, but speaking of which, can that thing on your back regenerate after it breaks?" The swordsmith suddenly asked another question: "I've been thinking about that question for a while now."
“It’s purely made of magic, so there’s no problem.” The little spider paused. “But its density is too high; I need three days to process it.”
“Then I can use this to make weapons for you,” the swordsmith said with a smile, “but I need one of them as payment.”
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