His Royal Highness System

Chapter 574. 562. Blacksmith Joseph
In the end, when the ranking reached 4569, Feng Zang chose to give up and continue the matchmaking battle, and then went up, those perverts became stronger and stronger.

What's more, most of the skills on my body have fallen into the cooldown period, and I can't devour the soul of the opponent after being killed. It is thankless, so Feng Zan temporarily gave up.

But when Feng Zan comes to challenge next time, he will definitely rank in the top [-]!
After leaving the arena, Feng Zang was a little tired, although the battle was not very tiring.But the more you do it the more tired you get.

For example, if you are bored and play a game, you win, you are happy, you play ten games in a row, it’s okay, and in the end, if you play hundreds of games in a row, you will go crazy.

The current wind burial has this feeling, a feeling of playing games all night for days and nights.

Walking on the streets of the paradise, there are not many pedestrians around, but everyone is in a hurry, as if worried about wasting time.

After giving a passerby several thousand Paradise Coins, Feng Zang managed to find a slightly better blacksmith shop and alchemy pharmacist.

Walking in a remote alleyway, Feng Zan finally found the blacksmith shop with half of the signs rotten in a corner.

It is said that the owner of this blacksmith shop is very bad-tempered, a majestic dwarf named Joseph.

Any weapon can be handed over to him for maintenance, but this dwarf has a very bad temper, that is, if your weapon is too rubbish, he will throw it out of the window for you directly, if your weapon is very good, he may give it to you for free repair.

"Dong dong dong..."

Feng Zan began to knock on the door, and soon there was a confused response from inside.

"Who...who?"

"Repair weapons."

Feng Zan cherished words like gold, and replied lightly.

"Dare to disturb me drinking rum, boy, if your weapon is too poor, I will throw you on the ground and step on it."

With a "creak", a dwarf about 1.4 meters opened the door, his face was drunk, and he held an unfinished bottle of rum in the other hand.

"Can you repair this weapon?"

Feng Zang didn't talk nonsense, and directly made the "Black Soul" manifest the magic knife with thousands of blades, and handed it to Joseph.

"Huh? Twin yin and yang souls, this thing is a hot potato, but it's been thousands of years, they won't be as crazy as before, right?"

Joseph took the magic knife Qianren, looked up and saw the "White Soul" surrounding Feng Zan, his eyes lit up, and he said to himself.

In the past, he personally disassembled the Death Scythe of an arbiter of the underworld. He wanted to understand the core technology, but he was hunted down crazily. In the end, he hid in the paradise and became a "blacksmith" honestly. He worked for a month and had two days off. .

"This blacksmith has a story."

When Joseph saw his twin Yin-Yang souls just now, a light flashed in his eyes, he definitely knew the value of twin Yin-Yang souls.

However, the Paradise has branded the twin yin and yang souls with the imprint "◎" that belongs exclusively to the Paradise, so even if the people in the underworld snatch it back, they won't need it.

"Your knife is a little bit devilish..."

Joseph touched the blade with his calloused and rough hands, and said calmly.

It is not a bad thing that a knife is demonic, but it depends on whether the knife holder can suppress the magic knife.

"I think it's a good boy."

Feng Zan sat on the sofa beside him, crossed his fingers on his lap, and said softly.

Joseph raised his head curiously, looked at Feng Zang a few more times, then nodded slightly, put the magic knife Qianren into a furnace, and threw a few pieces of rare metal into it.

"Okay, come and pick it up tomorrow, the repair fee has been sent to you."

After finishing speaking, Joseph sat on another sofa, took the unfinished bottle of rum from the table, leaned his neck back and took a sip.

Feng Zun looked at the message that popped up in front of him, and clicked to pay directly. The dozen or so soul coins were indeed a little expensive, and it should be the problem of the few pieces of metal.

"Hey boy, what's your name?"

Joseph blocked the wine bottle, with a drunken face, and asked Feng Zang loudly.

"Fury Maple."

Feng Zang replied lightly.

He will not reveal his real name easily, because it involves causality, and some witches or priests can use their real names to curse.

In fact, 99.9% of the contractors and workers in the paradise use code names.

"Oh, Funeral Maple, do you know that today is Saturday..."

Joseph patted the table angrily.

"Saturday? So?"

Feng Zan didn't understand the meaning of Joseph's words.

"Today is my vacation time, but somehow I was notified by the park to pick up the guests forcibly. Do you know how I feel right now?"

Joseph stared at Feng Zhuan with his eyes wide open, and said angrily.

Originally, after drinking this bottle of rum, Joseph planned to pack his things and go to the star field of the devil tribe for a day. The devil women there are very enthusiastic, provided you have money.

However, he was inexplicably informed that the commission of the "Phantom God" could not be refused. Looking at the magic knife that Feng Zang took out, he knew that he would not be able to repair it until noon tomorrow at least, which meant that his vacation was wasted.

"I sympathize with what happened to you very much, so I am very sad. I will go to my room and cry bitterly. Goodbye. I will come to pick it up at noon tomorrow."

Feng Zang said with a blank face, then turned and left.

"Don't come to me, I'll send you an email directly, and I'll pay for it. Just don't pick me on weekends and come here in the future!"

Joseph waved his hands angrily, telling Feng Zan to leave quickly.

With your paralyzed face, are you still sad?Go to the room and cry?Do you dare to fake it?

Do you really think dwarves are easy to deceive?

After Feng Zang left Joseph's blacksmith shop, he understood why it was deserted. It turned out to be a weekend, but his little authority was still very useful, otherwise next time he would be holding a magic knife with insufficient durability.

According to what passers-by said before, Feng Zan came to a chamber of commerce, and a very beautiful female worker extended her hand to Feng Zan.

"Hello, sir, may I ask how our Black Heart Chamber of Commerce can help you?"

It's interesting, the name of this chamber of commerce is "Black Heart Chamber of Commerce", its price is 15% higher than the market price and even other chambers of commerce, but their chamber of commerce has more things.

What other chambers of commerce have, theirs is better, and what other chambers of commerce do not have, they also have.

"Help me buy a batch of alchemy potions, the more the better, in short, use up the 200 soul coins and choose high-quality ones."

Wind Burial directly transferred 200 soul coins, the public asset of the opposing chamber of commerce.

"Okay, sir, I will arrange it for you right away."

The female worker was a little surprised, but immediately arranged for other workers to go to the warehouse to pick up the goods.

A few minutes later, the female worker sent an item mail to the space of the wind burial.

"A total of 200 bottles of basic mana recovery alchemy potions, 200 bottles of percentage blood recovery potions, and 10 emergency blood recovery potions."

(End of this chapter)