Players' NPC boss

Blazer had passed by the blacksmith shop in Balkan City. How should I put it? It felt decadent.

The furnace seemed to have never been lit, the hammer seemed to have never been used, various ore materials had been piled up in the corner, and thick dust filled the workbench.

Foreigners did not often visit the blacksmith shop, because the profession of forger was limited to [Forging Master] and below, and there was a visible limit to the weapons that forgers could forge.

The forged weapons were far inferior to those obtained by defeating monsters in the wild or completing tasks. Probably only when weapons needed to be repaired would there be some customers in the blacksmith shop.

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[Had/Fire Rabbit Totem]

LV: 60 (0)

Occupation: Forge Master LV10/Hammerer LV15/Winemaker LV10/Strongman LV10/Fire Ritualist LV10/Dwarf Equipment Appraiser LV5

Strength: 1300

Agility: 12

Intelligence: 50

Faith: 200

Skills: ???

Magic: ???

Equipment

Weapon: Hammerhead Shark (Sledgehammer)

Head: Fighting Headband

Upper Body: None

Waist: Fire-resistant Apron

Lower Body: Cooling Sandals

Accessories: Dwarf Apprenticeship Certificate

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Blazer looked at the old man in front of him, who was sleeping soundly beside the stove with his upper body naked. The piles of empty bottles told everyone that he was drunk now.

"This is the master of masters I found for you, the legendary dwarf, one of Master Eugene's favorite students."

Hebe crossed his arms and was extremely proud. Blaze felt a little uncomfortable because Audrey also followed him, frowning and silently expressing her dissatisfaction with this sloppy forging master.

"Ah, Audrey followed him for the future." At this moment, Hebe's sharp thinking ability seemed to be broken, and he didn't notice Blaze's restraint.

"We can't let her walk the back road in this skirt, so we have to give her a new set of equipment."

"She can't wear any armor with her current strength. At most, she can wear light armor."

Blaze glanced at the equipment around him. Most of them had the affix of [Novice]. Judging from the defense alone, they might not be as high as the skirt on Audrey.

"That's better than this dress."

"That's true. Lady Audrey in this dress is like a walking flower. She will attract attention wherever she stands."

"Your attitude is so strange." Herbie narrowed his eyes and was about to enter the police dog mode.

"Ah... After all, you are a knight. You will be more polite to ladies."

Herbie tilted his head and didn't waste his brain power. He turned around and took out a bottle of incense that was probably a sobering prop and put it under the nose of Hader who was still sleeping soundly.

"Ugh, cough, cough--"

The prop worked immediately. Hader's face instantly turned from red to pale, and he woke up with dry heaves. It's more like a torture prop than a sobering prop.

"It's you again, little bastard. How many favors do I owe you?"

When he opened his eyes, he saw Herbie's smiling face. Hader's face instantly turned from pale to red, but this time it was because of anger.

"You still owe me a lot."

Herbie stepped back, allowing Blaze to appear in Hader's sight.

"Look at the guest I brought you."

"My guest--oh oh oh--"

Herbie's curse suddenly turned into a rooster's cry, so loud and deafening that even the chickens nestling in the lion's mane were awakened, rubbing their eyes with their wings and looking around.

"Where did the rooster come from?"

"This, this is the legendary dream metal, soul steel? I have only seen soul steel a little bigger than a fingernail in my life, but this whole set of armor is made of soul steel!"

Herbie panted, opened his fingers as if he wanted to touch it, but he was reluctant to leave marks on the armor with his fingers, so he could only twist his limbs like some kind of evil ritual dance.

Herbie smiled as expected when he saw this, which was definitely not the expression of a businessman who had used up a favor, but the smile of success that the other party owed another favor.

"Do you recognize this armor?" Blaze ignored Hebi's expression and handed his arm to Hader, asking when the other party touched it lightly to observe.

"No, this doesn't look like the craftsmanship of the dwarves, at least not the dwarven craftsmanship that I inherited."

Hader admired the scars on the armor and couldn't help sighing.

"Sure enough, soul steel is the most suitable for making armor."

"What is soul steel?" Blaze was a little disappointed that Hader didn't recognize this armor, but the more he knew about it, the better.

He had never heard of the metal soul steel.

"A kind of fantasy metal, you should know that the metal itself has memory and lifespan." Hader pointed to the armor on the crafting table, which had a huge crack on it.

[Noble Knight Breastplate/Griffin Mark]

[The armor was made as a reward for the knight who swore allegiance to the nobles, and was left with a huge scar after being attacked by the griffin. ]

[When attacking, there is a probability of triggering wind element attack, causing severing damage. ]

Originally, the [Noble Knight Breastplate] was just an ordinary armor. After being attacked by a griffin, the metal remembered the attack and turned it into the ability of the armor through a forging ritual. But as a price, the durability and defense became the same as light armor.

"Metal's memory can remember the damage it has suffered, but the life of the metal will be reduced in the memory again and again. Even Mithril and Mithril cannot avoid this."

"But Soul Steel will not. Soul Steel is a dead metal. Dead things will not die again. The power of the armor made of Soul Steel will become stronger and stronger. Of course, as a price, the defense will continue to decline."

"But this armor has never shown the memory of these scars." Blaze touched his chest. There was a huge scratch here, which seemed to be left by a dragon species, but it had never triggered any related abilities.

"Because this armor forgot its name and even forgot that it had been injured."

After Hader had admired it enough, he took out a pot of wine from somewhere and started drinking again. He thought his work was over without authorization.

"If you want me to help you find the name of the armor and awaken the metal memory, I'm sorry, I don't have the ability."

"The dwarves who can talk to fire and metal are now lonely, and no one in this world has that ability."

"Talk to the armor...?" Blaze looked at the cracks on the armor and thought.

"Ah, where did you get this armor?"

"Generally speaking, this question should be asked first, right?"

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