Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland

clang--

Another hammer fell.

The aroused sparks splashed in the air, drawing tiny arcs of light, and then gradually disappeared.

Only then did Lu Meng notice that the sky had darkened.

He picked up the nails.

Its surface has just been cooled and the red color has faded. If you get close, you can still feel the scorching temperature.

Lu Meng tapped with a hammer.

The nails made a crisp sound.

Although the appearance is still dark and not as shiny as the nail plates in my impression, this is just because it has not been polished, oiled and maintained. In fact, it is completely qualified.

This is the first one that Lu Meng successfully forged today.

There is also a pile of scrap iron piled next to his feet. Some of them were deformed by using too much force, and some were annealed in advance too slowly...

The display on the panel is also fixed as:

[Armor Craftsman 6 (Getting Started)]

It’s only half a day’s hard work, but the speed of progress is really gratifying.

This also has the effect of him learning theoretical knowledge in advance, and he is in good shape today.

Xiaogu lay on the side and looked up at Lu Meng.

It was already used to the sound of clanging iron, but now it was a little uncomfortable to be quiet for a while.

Lu Meng touched its head.

All the hotel rooms have been taken out, and now several people have moved to this longhouse with their luggage and packages.

The store owner no longer had to worry about taking care of the ferocious dog, and was filled with joy when they left.

The fuel in the simple stove has also been changed several times.

There is still a foundation left in this furnace, and the remaining heat can be used to make dinner, or a midnight snack.

…

The night was completely dark.

The longhouse had its iron gate reinstalled, which Huo Buyang tried to repair during the day.

It's just that its original quality was not good, and the iron fence was deformed. Now it's just a temporary backup, so it won't open the door wide.

Through the iron gate, one could see a patrol of Shaq guards just passing through the street.

Lu Meng took out the parts and mechanisms from his backpack and assembled them together to form the crossbow he was used to before.

The crossbows in this world are quite precise instruments, and disassembly and reassembly is also a process of understanding the weapons.

Since I mastered [Crossbow Manufacturing], I no longer have to worry about not being able to put it back together after dismantling it.

Lu Meng's attire was still a black assassin's wrap.

It's just that the bamboo hat is temporarily put away and replaced by a cloth headband.

Pull up the collar and cover the face with a mask.

The crossbow hangs on his waist.

The weapon prepared was changed to a cross epee.

He held it with both hands, raised the tip of the sword, and split two sword wheels through the interlacing of his palms and the rotation of his shoulders.

The wind is still strong and the cold light is threatening.

After regaining some feeling in his hand, Lu Meng inserted the epee into the scabbard on his back.

What he is going to do now is something "shameful".

In the event of a fight, using the cross epee might be able to pin the blame on the Holy Kingdom... although it won't be that simple.

Guard Shaq is not so brainless.

If it was reduced to the stage of taking action, this operation would have been considered a failure.

Ready.

Lu Meng ducked out of the house, lowered his body, and entered stealth mode.

The shadow ran down the long street.

…

Sneaking in Scone Town is much more difficult than in the past.

The hub is a jungle of ruins. Most of the area is uninhabited, and the night is a natural cover.

As for Scone Town, although it is impossible to make the city full of lights and lights all night long like ancient civilizations, it at least has street lights along the street. Not only will it reflect the people passing by, but it will also leave their shadows on the street, which is extremely obvious.

Fortunately, the lights flickered on and off.

Lu Meng seized the dim opportunity and rushed through the area covered by the street lights, leaving a shadow like a light smoke. If you are not careful to observe, it is difficult to detect this fleeting change.

In addition, the security strength of the town is also greater than before.

‘The north and south gates of Sikun have towering watchtowers and are equipped with searchlights, with enough sight to cover the entire city. ’

Lu Meng squeezed sideways into a small alley.

This is between two houses.

'But the soldiers on the tower are mainly guarding against enemies outside the city. They will only be dispatched when there is obvious unrest in the city to avoid being mobilized from the mountain - in other words, I only need to evade the guards in the city. ’

He tilted his head and looked not far away.

Two shifts of guards were changing guard there.

'In addition to the patrolling guards, fixed sentries will be set up at regular intervals, and they will also take care of each other. They are responsible for guarding traffic arteries and even protecting those influential shops...'

For example, the largest blacksmith shops.

They almost dominate the supply of weapons and armor shops in the city, and have an important position in Scone Town.

It's hard to sneak into it.

‘Think about it on the other hand, if the security in Scone Town is so bad that thieves can visit your door easily, then you won’t feel at ease living there by yourself, right? ’

He spotted the timing of the shift change. The shadows of the two teams were intertwined, and their voices were slightly noisy.

Lu Mengfei passed by the street corner.

His speed was extremely fast, but his footsteps made no sound.

The clothes are also specially made so they won't catch the wind of hunting.

After the handover was completed, the new guards stood still and watched the movements in all directions again.

At this moment, they are fulfilling their duties and are confident that they will not let go of any possible misfortune.

But no one found it.

Just now.

Someone has already passed under their noses.

Sentry posts, patrolmen, drunkards, and dirty water suddenly splashed from the window... Lu Meng dealt with them all one by one.

He could feel that his [Stealth] was constantly improving.

Various stealth and stealth skills have become more proficient.

The heavily guarded town of Scone is also an excellent training ground for improving your stealth abilities.

finally.

Lu Meng approached the first target.

A weapons dealer, he is usually responsible for distributing weapons, but he also has his own blacksmith's workbench, and also undertakes some commissions to repair and maintain weapons.

This is just a small shop, so the precautions are naturally not as good as others.

He mobilized his senses and listened.

There was only the faint sound of snoring coming from deep in the room.

Pull out the full set of tools.

Step forward and unlock.

Accompanied by a rustling stirring.

[Unlocking 16→17 (Basic)]

Lu Meng carefully lifted the heavy wooden door slightly, and then slowly pushed the door open - this was to prevent its weight from squeezing the door shaft and making a squeaking sound.

Open only a small slit large enough to get in sideways.

After entering the house, Lu Meng skipped the front hall and went straight to the boss' resting place.

The shop is not big, but for the people of Scone, as long as there is a house, they can live and work in it.

"Hahu-lulu..." The snoring sound became louder and louder.

Lying on the bed was a Shaq.

The body is strong and the horns are sound.

Not all Sharks are warriors or slaves, there are also many people engaged in other professions among them.

But their arrogance in the face of other races remains the same.

Take this store for example.

Salik and others were turned away just because they were human beings.

'Well, Sark snores too. ’

Lu Meng stopped his medical curiosity to study the differences between Shaq's larynx structure and humans, leaned forward, and tapped Boss Shaq's neck.

"Well."

The Shaq fell into a deeper sleep.

Even the purring stopped.

Lu Meng thought for a while, and with a doctor's professional opinion, he adjusted the position of Shaq's pillow to prevent him from suffocating due to airway obstruction.

——Lu Meng didn’t really care about this person’s life or death.

But if the boss dies, the store will have to close.

That leaves one less place to patronize...visit for a long time.