Zongman: It's not my fault to become a vampire, is it?

(The pictures in the previous chapter and the previous chapter have been modified once, and those who don't like it can be treated as non-existent~.)

"Ahhh... Yes?

After opening his mouth twice, Estes was gagged by An Xue's words, unable to say anything.

"Be careful when walking, it's not good to break it~"

shook his head, not caring much about the girl with an abnormal face in front of him.

An Xue continued to walk down the street, looking for the blacksmith shop.

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'I haven't seen him in the imperial capital... Is it from outside...'

Estes touched his reddened pretty face and took a deep look at An Xue who left.

He can't escape! She will definitely get him!

Put aside the idea of killing Asuna and turn his target to An Xue.

An Xue on —————— street walked leisurely.

Looking left and right, I finally found a blacksmith shop before dark.

"Is the boss ~ still there?"

Feeling a breath of heat when he entered the house, An Xue squinted his eyes and glanced inside.

There is a blacksmith with a tendon flesh two meters tall and a hammer hammering iron.

Well?

The craftsman glanced at An Xue and did not say anything, but pointed to the stool next to him and asked him to wait.

Half an hour later

, the blacksmithing steps finally stopped, and something that looked like a long iron bar was inserted into the water.

The blacksmith moved his muscles a few times and finally turned in the direction of An Xue.

"What does the little brother need to forge? Kitchen? Tools? The

craftsman raised his eyebrows, looking at the military uniform An Xue was wearing with some bad premonitions.

"Sword... Murderous sword... Can it be done?

An Xue didn't bother and directly said his request.

"You this.."

The blacksmith laughed awkwardly: "Don't say whether I will do it here, you have to see who dares to give artificial weapons other than the emperor in this imperial capital?"

"Little brother, rest, other craftsmen will not accept this order."

The blacksmith shook his head, today was another bleak day for business.

"Aren't people on the street often walking around with weapons?"

"They couldn't have made it themselves, could they?"

An Xue expressed his disbelief and always felt that the blacksmith was perfunctory.

"Don't say it, really!"

The blacksmith replied: "Most of them were made by themselves, and some people bought them privately from the minister's private shop.

Suddenly, the blacksmith patted his mouth: "Don't say that I said it."

"You know so much?"

An Xue suddenly became interested, and people who can know secrets are generally not ordinary people.

"The shop is ancestral."

When it comes to their own shop, blacksmiths are interested.

"I don't know when the shop was handed down, I just know that the method of making iron at home is a little different from others."

"It's a pity that the old man won't tell me why, just let me do it."

Speaking of his own old man, the blacksmith shook his head helplessly.

The old man likes to run to spend the day drinking at night, and his body and bones have almost dried up into bamboo poles over the years.

"Hey! If Lao Tzu told you, wouldn't you have said all of your mouth? A

rough voice came from behind, and a strong old man with nearly two meters of gray hair walked in leisurely holding a wine gourd.

"Little brother! Don't think about it, our little shop can't do the business of selling weapons privately!

"If it's okay, let's go!"

The swaying strong old man directly issued an eviction order.

"Eh! No! Wait a minute! The

blacksmith immediately stopped the old man.

"Old man!! If we don't have business, our store will collapse! "

The blacksmith looked sad, and finally came to someone to build something, even if he didn't sell knives, he had to sell something else, right?

"What?! Joke! I..." the

old man was silent.

"How much is left in our house...?"

Holding the wine gourd in his palm, the old man looked a little stumbling.

"Three ingots of silver..." the blacksmith's

thick fingers compared three.

"Three ingots of silver is enough for us to eat for six months... But if you add the stuff you have..."

"Six days... Enough for you to drink for six days..."

....

The old man's eyebrows began to jump, and he looked deeply at the jug of wine in his hand.

"I... Can quit! The

old man endured the distress, put the wine jug on the table, and then swallowed his saliva and stared at the wine jug on the table with reluctance.

"Do you believe what you say..." The

corner of the blacksmith's mouth twitched, their family was not poor for a day or two, so the villagers would come to them to make some agricultural tools.

If it is still enough to eat alone, the main thing is the wine in the old man's hand, not this one he is not used to.

"Hey~

" "Little brother, if you want to forge other things, we can help you, weapons are really not good!"

The old man sighed, his family has already been by the empire once, if he forges weapons again, maybe his family will have to be wiped out by the minister.

"Really?"

An Xue took out a large gold brick and added bloodstone to tempt the blacksmith.

In the novel, there are blacksmiths who meet rare treasures and then promise the protagonist to forge bridges.

？！

The old man's complexion really changed.

"What is it?!"

Exhaled, he directly took the bloodstone and held it in his hand.

"Very powerful power, very pure!"

The old man's face changed suddenly: "I need this, if you can use this as a reward!" I can help you forge weapons! "

Why?"

The blacksmith suddenly raised his mouth.

Bang -

a palm on the blacksmith's brain: "What do you know about a child's family!"

"If only I had a piece of this thing!" I have a 30% chance of creating an imperial tool! "

This is imperial material!

The most important thing in making imperial tools is not the ability of blacksmiths, but the materials!

In the past, a single hair of the dragon king could be made into an imperial tool: the ever-changing crossed tail.

And that pool of unknown demon god blood can make the most powerful imperial tool: demon god manifestation, demon essence

"It's a pity

..." The old man's tone relaxed: "I'm old, I can only make a courtier tool at most for this treasure..."

Even if the minister wants to wipe out our family, we have a little power to protect ourselves! "

He has had enough of all these years of holding back!

As long as he gives the created tools to his children to cultivate, he can definitely carry forward his family's blacksmithing skills!

"Tools?"

An Xue Leng paused, this old man can still make imperial tools?

Thinking back to what the blacksmith said before, this shop should be one of the descendants of the 48 blacksmiths forged by the emperor, right?

Swing ten Bloodstones casually.

"Are these enough to make imperial tools? Not enough yet.

An Xue said in an atmospheric manner.

The old man was also stunned for a moment and took a deep look at An Xue.

"How much are you going to pay us..." the

old man looked at the bloodstone on the table with a heartbeat.

The hand did not dare to continue to take it, just with An Xue's fearless appearance, the old man did not dare to act rashly.

After all, maybe in a few seconds it will be the time for his house to turn over.