I'm not a magician

The third selection will start in the morning of the second day. The arena, which has been noisy all day long, has finally quieted down. A total of eleven equipment that entered the selection form a circle and are sealed in the center of the arena, waiting for the next day to rise. .

The arena was quiet at night, only the moonlight slanted down from the circular hole above the arena, and sprinkled on the glorious equipment.

A patrolling guard looked at them one after another, and couldn't help but said to another guard, "Who do you think will win in the end?"

"Pay attention to your surroundings and don't get distracted!" Another guard held the sword hilt tightly at his waist, and patrolled the open field with blazing eyes, but after a while, he sighed softly and replied, "It's probably His Royal Highness Well, this year's competition is held in Wangcheng, he must have an advantage, not to mention the effect of that equipment..."

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at the strange puppet smiling slyly under the moonlit night, trembled and quickly looked away.

"You're right...but is there no chance for that suit?" They happened to be patrolling in front of the silver-white equipment. The silver-white suit under the moonlight was even more mysterious and smooth. The star device, with a blue magic crystal inlaid on it, looks like a pure lake on a snow mountain.

The guards looked at it with pity.

"Sure, if it wasn't for its high grade, it wouldn't even have the chance to enter the third selection." A guard shook his head and said, "The meaning of the Duke is very obvious. It is impossible for any country to allow such a piece of equipment to be included in the list." The Chronicle is to be admired and admired, because it represents that the common people also have the strength to contend with the nobles..."

The guards fell silent. Most of them were born as civilians. They were lucky to have the professional talents of fighters. Only through hard training can they have such a decent job as the guard of the royal city.

The guard who spoke first touched his chest. Under the thick armor, criss-crossing scars ran through the flesh. He smiled heavily: "Oh, when the empire starts refining dolls, leave them to us. How much of the road is left?"

Maybe it was because the atmosphere under the starry night was too heavy. They were lamenting the future, but they were negligent after all. They didn't see lines of inconspicuous lines flickering from time to time in the empty stands.

On the second day, when the sun illuminated the most remote corners of the arena, there was a burst of cheers that soared into the sky.

In the third selection, more people came to watch the competition than yesterday, and the stands, which could accommodate tens of thousands of people, were filled with water. The gentlemen and ladies had lost their former restraint, leaned over the fence, and all kinds of handkerchiefs and top hats fluttered up and down like butterflies.

A group of gamblers spontaneously gathered together again, their faces were ruddy, and their hands were much more generous.

"Ah, ah, thanks to the generous gift from Master Brandon yesterday, I am fortunate to be able to drink such a delicious spirit!" A bearded old man held up a jet-black wine bottle, squinting his eyes and taking a sip. .

"No! It's the first time my purse has been so full! My woman was so warm to me last night!" Another skinny man winked wretchedly, took out a few gold coins boldly, and threw them on the gambling table. on the plate.

"I don't know who Young Master Brandon is betting on today, maybe he won't dare to come if he loses, he's hiding in the Earl's Mansion and crying hahaha!"

"Stop talking, stop talking, look over there, he's coming!"

Brandon was in a particularly bad mood, and the old butler followed behind him, sighing helplessly, bowing his waist to comfort him softly.

The young master was so angry that he didn't sleep well all night. He didn't want to come here today, but he still couldn't help it.Because it was a temporary change of mind, he didn't go with a few friends, but found a remote corner alone to sulk, and he didn't expect to run into this group of gamblers head-on.

The gamblers saw the young master's face flushed with anger, looked at each other with a secret smile, and leaned over to comfort him pretendingly: "Oh, there are winners and losers in gambling, so don't take it too seriously, young master, maybe you can bet again today." If you have more, you can double the [-] gold coins and win them back!"

"Yes, yes, maybe the goddess of luck is standing behind you today!"

Brandon didn't notice them at first, until he was stopped, he stopped and frowned at them: "Who are you?"

The faces of the gamblers froze, they looked at him in disbelief, and pointed to the gambling board: "I bet with you yesterday..."

The young master didn't take the [-] gold coins he lost to heart, that money was nothing to him, but when he thought of yesterday's results, his face became even more stinky: "Oh, so what?"

The gamblers didn't dare to provoke him too much, and asked hesitantly, "Then do you still bet today?"

"No, I'm not in the mood." Brandon refused without hesitation, and was about to walk away when he heard a vague sigh of regret coming from behind him.

"Hey, it seems like we won't win much today, everyone is betting on His Royal Highness..."

"That's right, is there any suspense here? It's impossible for Master Borg's team to come back...unless they can refine the legendary equipment hahaha!"

"Haha, don't be ridiculous! I haven't seen a legendary weapon in the mainland for many years! But I heard that the prize for the championship this time seems to be amazing!"

"What's the matter, is it a legend?"

"Hahaha, you are crazy about legends! And it doesn't matter what it is! I just want to wait for His Highness to win it smoothly, so that I can earn enough coins for a bottle of spirits today!"

Brandon's footsteps stopped, and his knees were so heavy that he could hardly lift them. There was a very simple knee pad there, but it symbolized a person's heavy heart.

The young master suddenly felt at ease, he took a deep breath, turned his head and walked towards the gambling table.

Behind him, the old butler raised his eyebrows in surprise, but said nothing, with the corners of his mouth slightly curved.

The gamblers lost a piece of fat, and were sighing, when suddenly a not-so-strong shadow was cast on their bodies, they turned their heads casually, and then their eyes widened.

The young master looked down at the gambling table expressionlessly, seeing that Ji Chi's team was empty, he smiled slightly, raised his chin lightly, put his slender fingers into the neckline, and took out a complicated and exquisite badge.

He put the badge on the roulette and made a crisp sound: "I still bet on Ji Chi, the bet is... a promise from the Elliott family."

The gamblers were sluggish for a while, and then went crazy, the promise of the Elliott family!That's just an item in folklore!Its value cannot be measured in gold coins!But if you really don’t need to resell it, you can just sell it for 10,000+ gold coins!

The young master bent his lips into a smile, and looked down at them proudly: "The Elliott family rarely makes promises, and this time is the same... You can't get it."

There are only eleven teams left in the huge arena, and the redundant smelting furnaces and workbenches have been removed. The surrounding temperature is no longer as hot as yesterday, but the flames in everyone's hearts are burning more intensely!

William was in the first refining position, with a calm and confident smile on his face. Looking at the puppet on the workbench, he even accepted its ugly appearance a lot.

He said with a smile: "Today, the masters can relax a little bit. Our score is far ahead. There must be no suspense in winning the championship."

The young dwarf Hess lowered his eyes and curled his mouth: "No, I think we still need to go all out. Your Highness must not forget that there are still many examples of overtaking from inferior positions in the past."

A trace of displeasure flashed in William's eyes, but he didn't show it, and said humbly: "Master is right, I am proud, we still need to persevere until the last second."

He said so, and glanced at the second team. They held the trial frame and gathered together to discuss something. They looked a little solemn, but also faintly excited and excited.

William snorted. He didn't think a bare torture rack could be improved beyond their level.

As for Ji Chi's direction, he didn't even look at it - a work destined to become a laughing stock didn't need to occupy his attention.

The ringing of the arena bell brought William back to his thoughts. His eyes crossed the judging platform, and he lingered vaguely on the king sitting on the throne out of the corner of his eye. The ruby ​​on the crown imprinted his small figure. In William's eyes, It's a must.

"For the rest of the time, please try your best to perfect your work. The final judging will start in two hours." The Duke sat at the front of the judging table, overlooking the entire arena, and announced with a smile.

The selection this time is mainly to give the works a chance to be enchanted. Some equipment can be enchanted with excellent fit, and the quality can even rise to a higher level. This selection is specially for equipment masters who are good at enchanting.

On the Demon Sword Continent, an equipment master who specializes in enchanting is not less popular than an equipment refiner, and their number is still very small, just like on the field at this time, each team only has one or two people While busy, the rest of the people are helping them.

William's team is another holy weapon master who is performing enchanting. He has nothing to do, so he can observe the situation on the field at will.

He patrolled around with his eyes, and then diverted his eyes to Ji Chi's team.

After seeing the situation clearly, William couldn't help laughing.There is only one person busy there now, Ji Chi who can't make up the number.

Not only William, Linton also felt a little ridiculous before the competition started.

At that time, Linton thought that Bard must be enchanting, so according to his habit, he prepared the tools and placed them on the workbench.

Just when Bud started to roll up his sleeves, Ji Chi suddenly stepped forward, looked at him and said, "Let me do it this time."

Bud froze for a moment. He knew Ji Chi's level very well. Although he had made rapid progress, he still lacked experience and could not bear the heavy burden. He asked puzzledly, "Why?"

Ji Chi didn't explain, but just stared at him and repeated: "Let me do it this time, I can do better."

Chloe has been staring at Ji Chi since yesterday. During this period, she received countless complaints from Lin Dun sour and did not take her eyes off. As if she had finally figured out a difficult problem, she touched her hot forehead and turned to He looked at Bud and said, "Let him come."

Chloe didn't act too outrageously in front of Linton, but Bud still understood her meaning very well. He only hesitated for a moment, then took a step back and nodded.

Linton: "...? Are you crazy or am I crazy?"

Chloe: "Shh - read on carefully, the master will not let you down."

Linton's boyish heart was stabbed again, and he forgot to ask for a moment. He turned his head and sniffed, and muttered softly: "Master, master... every day is your master, woo..."

The bell rang, and Ji Chi stood in front of the workbench. He closed his eyes lightly, feeling the information rushing in his mind.

Skill: [lv.max Heart of Objects (Machine Master)] unlocked

Description: [Unlock the formula of legendary quality equipment, the attributes of the equipment produced are 500%]

He is becoming more and more familiar with these skills. They are like dusty memories that cannot be traced before they are unlocked. Once they are unlocked, they are as if they have been immersed in instincts. As long as he digs a little, he can use them freely.

Ji Chi is holding the carving knife, the sharp tip of the knife is walking on the suit, his hands are very steady, unlike the dazzling carving skills of other equipment masters, Ji Chi is just simple, like a child learning to draw I usually draw strokes on the equipment one by one, and feel that everyone can do such simple steps, but they are at a loss to really imitate.

Bud held his breath as he looked at it. He could vaguely feel an indescribable power that made his heart constrict and his blood pulse tense, but he didn't know what it was.

His eyes were fixed on Ji Chi's fingertips, and he couldn't even move them away.

So he didn't notice that Ji Chi's pupils had turned golden yellow at some point, and in the trace of the carving knife, a line of pale gold quickly blended into it and disappeared.

And Master Hess in William's team, who was also the former god of forging, Hephaestus, looked in Ji Chi's direction. Even though he lost his godhead, his remaining power still allowed him to step half of his foot in the realm of the gods.

He could see beside Ji Chi, a strange-looking crystal revolving around the boy in the east, exuding an aura that made his heart palpitate.

"Phew—the power of this soul is too..." Hephaestus took a long breath and shook his head, his expression was rare solemn, "I don't know whether it is right or wrong to give him the godhead..."

Time passed by, and the Duke yawned big on the judging platform. In his opinion, the third selection was just a formality. Even if some [excellent] equipment was upgraded to [Epic], those Swords and swords are definitely not as good as William's puppet.

After all, it was the crazy effect favored by the royal family and nobles.

He tugged at his beard in boredom, and was about to close his eyes and rest for a while.

At this time, a golden light shone from the corner of the arena, and it became more and more intense. At first, the Duke averted his eyes indifferently, and gradually, he realized what it was, and with a strong hand, he tore off a large handful of gold. beard.

As if he couldn't feel the pain, he stood up slightly trembling: "That's..."