He poured the medicine very seriously, and the liquid medicine fell evenly on each dish. His expression was also very calm.

After pouring it, he put the small bottle on his body, quietly slipped out of the kitchen through the back door and went outside.

He saw that soon the two slaves took out all the remaining dishes.

At dusk, Oddo's family was laughing and talking in the dining room, with two slaves serving them.

At this time, Dolai was watching quietly on the side, until they had almost finished eating the food, then he quietly climbed out along the courtyard wall and came to the wall of the next courtyard. He glanced at the luxurious dining room of the Oddo family from a distance, then jumped down the wall without looking back, flipped over to the next door house, and soon he disappeared into the ordinary area.

As he walked, Dole took off his gloves and put them in his pocket. He returned to the slums with an extremely calm expression.

Although it was his first time to kill someone and he didn't do it in person, the reality is that he did kill someone. The three people did not survive more than half an hour. The amount he used was very large, enough to make the hearts of two cows burst.

Originally, Dolai wanted to watch the two men die, but with two slaves present, he gave up the idea.

They are dead.

Back in the slums, Dolai didn't meditate all night and slept very soundly.

The next morning, he waited at the entrance of the alley, and soon, Manager Harley came out of his house.

When Harley saw Dole, he was still a little uncomfortable. It was a different face, but it was indeed Dole, exactly the same face as yesterday.

He stood in front of Dolai, with a thousand questions in his mind, "Have you finished your work?"

"You'll know soon." Dole smiled, but didn't say directly, "I need a job now."

Harley shrugged. He didn't want to care what Dolai did. He waved his hand and said, "Come with me. There are a lot of jobs for various tools in the city these days due to road repairs. The blacksmith shop has been working overtime and is almost overwhelmed. You came at the right time. Oh, by the way, do you have the strength of an intermediate warrior now?"

Dolai nodded. After using the strength potion and agility potion, it should be almost done. He had been busy with reconnaissance these days and had forgotten about this matter.

Harley nodded with satisfaction and said, "Blacksmiths have very high requirements for strength. The stronger they are, the greater their strength is, and the easier it is to forge. You are using a No. 3 hammer now. When you can use a No. 4 hammer, you can easily forge a second-level iron tool. If you have the chance, you can buy some potions from the Supernatural Society, although they will be expensive."

Most of the potions on the market are produced by people with supernatural powers, and only people with a sharp eye like Lao Mi can see the wild wizards hidden among ordinary people and get some of the supply.

Dorae nodded, "I will."

Harley glanced at him and said teasingly, "Your disguise is good."

Duolai didn't respond, and said, "I want to rent a house. Does Brother Ha have any connections?"

Harley chuckled and said, "Then you've asked the right person. I have ten properties and I can rent one to you. How about ten silver coins a month?"

Dolai's eyes lit up, "Okay, deal." He was thinking, indeed, this guy is so rich?

The two men strolled through the streets and soon reached the end of Domon Avenue, near the city gate. There was a fairly large blacksmith shop called Mondo Blacksmith Shop. As soon as Harley walked into the blacksmith shop, the blacksmiths and helpers around him began to greet him. It was obvious that he, as the manager, was very prestigious.

They came to the back and entered a room, where they saw an old man in his fifties or sixties. He was very sturdy, with a huge amount of energy. Sitting there, he looked like a small stove.

"Hong Zhen, this is a first-class blacksmith. Please help me take care of him these days." Harley said bluntly.

Feng Zhen took a look at Dolai's attire and blinked, "Him?"

"A first-level blacksmith. I've seen his strength, and the things he refines are pretty good. He was with Old Kobe before, but something happened."

At this time, Dolai was dressed in plain clothes, carrying a bow, a standard hunter's outfit, except that he did not bring Baal with him. If he said he was a blacksmith, people would definitely not believe him.

After Harley said that, the old man immediately nodded and said, "Call me Uncle Hong, come on." He stood up and walked outside.

"Hello, Uncle Hong." Dolai followed suit, greeted Harley, and walked outside.

Mondo's Blacksmith Shop is slightly larger than Lao Ke's Blacksmith Shop. There is a lot of clanging outside and the business is in full swing. It seems that there are quite a few orders.

Uncle Hong said casually as he walked, "Since you were introduced by Manager Ha, I won't test you. We have three more forges here, and there are also surplus apprentices. You just need to choose a place and help them make various tools. Now that there is a mine in the mountain, various tools are urgently needed for mining."

Dole took a look outside and saw that indeed, even the second-level blacksmiths were bored and were working on ordinary tools such as pickaxes, hoes, and rakes. This showed how great the demand was.

They came to the forge in front, and Dolai picked one at random. Uncle Hong called a young worker over, who was a little older than Dolai.

"Anderson, are you following this guy?"

"My name is Lin Rui."

"Follow Lin Rui and help him. He is a first-class blacksmith."

Anderson nodded. He could follow anyone, as long as he had money. He looked at Lin Rui in surprise. He was younger than him, but he was already a first-class blacksmith? He looked envious.

A first-level blacksmith is a contracted blacksmith with a minimum wage, at least in silver coins, which is much better than these small workers.

"Hello, Lin Rui."

"Hello, Anderson, let's get started right away. You all seem to be very busy." Dolai was not one to shy away and was ready to get started right away.

He and Anderson began to get busy beside the forge, packing up tools, starting the fire, selecting materials. Everything was in an orderly manner, and it looked like they had been doing this for years.

Seeing this, Uncle Hong felt relieved. This was indeed a veteran, not a novice.

After making the arrangements, he turned around and walked to the back. He was only responsible for arranging people, and the specific matters were still done by Manager Ha.

The presence of one more person in the blacksmith shop did not have any impact, because everyone was very busy and had no time to pay attention to this side. Occasionally a few people saw this side, they just glanced at it casually and asked who this person was, that's all.

Uncle Hong came to the back. Ha Ge had already poured himself a cup of water and was sitting on a comfortable stool, looking even more comfortable than him.

"Brother Ha, how long has it been since you came here?" Uncle Hong said unhappily.

Harley smacked his lips and chuckled, "I have you here, so why would I come here? I just need to collect the money."

Uncle Hong snorted twice and sat next to Brother Ha, obviously dissatisfied.

"This time, all the young masters of Link have come out to fight for a share of the mine. How much have you got?"

While drinking water, Harley glanced at Uncle Hong nonchalantly and said, "This was all decided in advance. The Ability Society was very tight-lipped, and with the arrival of a Level 1 wizard, neither the Link family nor the other two families dared to go too far, so the shares were very evenly distributed, and this side only got 10%."

Uncle Hong chuckled, "That's not bad, one tenth is also an income of tens of thousands of gold coins."

"That's right. Everyone in the Supernatural Society is rich. It would be a waste if we don't make this money."

"Yes, when it comes to being rich, wizards are really rich."

"But you also have to look at what kind of wizard it is. Wild wizards are so poor that they almost have to sell their pants."

Uncle Hong laughed, "These days, there are not many wild wizards. They are either recruited or have gone far away to other empires. They dare not act so recklessly in our Northern Kingdom."