"Is this the weapon you made?" On the open ground, Chen Feng raised the replica in his hand and asked.
The blacksmith seemed a little nervous. After all, the young man in front of him, who didn't look very old, was the real ruler of the entire order.
As a believer who goes to church to pray every weekday, the blacksmith has many complex emotions towards Chen Feng, with gratitude, respect and fear intertwined. Even though he is already a peak silver master, at this time, some sweat marks still appear on his palms.
After hearing Chen Feng's question, the blacksmith questioned his own craftsmanship for the first time. Compared with his confidence when explaining his exclusive weapon to others, at this moment, he seemed nervous and had a headache.
As I said before, a well-known figure in the order stood in front of him, just like what was shown on TV, perhaps every word he said had a deep meaning.
What if I say something wrong? Will I be punished
He had just used his accumulated wealth to purchase a two-story building in the center of the city. It was one of the few areas with electricity. After more than a year of darkness, he finally experienced the unique charm of photovoltaics again.
Also... his newly married wife is pregnant. After examination by the treatment department, the baby is very healthy and is a natural awakener. If nothing unexpected happens, his life will get better and better, and he may even climb into the so-called upper class.
The blacksmith went from being nervous at the beginning to being worried. He didn't want to lose it all, so he secretly made up his mind that even if he really messed up, he would sincerely admit his mistake and minimize the bad impression.
Chen Feng noticed the blacksmith's reaction, but did not show any extra expression on his face.
He is very afraid of himself.
For most residents, his name is synonymous with majesty. He is no longer the young man who had nothing and used all his property to buy a hellhound, but the ruler of millions of lives and the entire order.
It's lonely at the top, maybe that's what it feels like.
When Chen Feng is in this position, it is difficult to enjoy the so-called friendship and equal treatment, because when anyone faces him, the first thing they think of is the master of order, not the word Chen Feng.
In fact, Chen Feng was very satisfied with this weapon. An ironsmith with only peak silver strength had actually managed to replicate the Infinity Sword. Both the workmanship and materials were refined to the point that it was indistinguishable from the real thing.
The weapon's ore is made of refined iron and mithril from the abyss, which are minerals not found in the human world. These resources are not rare in the abyss, and it is not difficult to obtain them. And if you want this sword to have the attribute of fire, there is one most important material, and that is Chen Feng's blood!
The most terrifying attribute of the Infinity Blade is fire. If you want to add a burning effect, you can only use a large amount of blood with fire attributes.
During the refining process, some blood of wild beasts and insects was also added, but the burning power of the weapon was not strong. It was still effective for ordinary people, but professionals were already immune to most of it. In this case, Chen Feng could only try it with his own blood.
Perhaps it was because his body was transformed into a Burning Demon. When Chen Feng dripped blood into the sword, it would cause additional fire poison damage when cutting the enemy's skin. Even a silver-level professional would die of organ failure if he did not receive treatment early.
Moreover, this replica has many tiny blood grooves on it, which can effectively make the opponent's blood flow faster when it is swung at the enemy's body. Obviously, the maker put a lot of effort in making it.
"The quality of this weapon is very good. You have exceeded my expectations. I heard that your child is about to be born, right?" Chen Feng put the sword aside and spoke to the blacksmith.
"This weapon... is... yes... it's due next month."
The blacksmith loves his job, but he loves his family more. When the doomsday happened, he had already lost his loved ones once. When he got out of the predicament and faced the upcoming second life, he cherished and loved them even more.
Even though the blacksmith had been paying close attention to Chen Feng's evaluation of the weapon, his attention was immediately diverted when he mentioned the child in the second half of the sentence.
"I've read your resume. You've always been diligent and conscientious. Even when you started working on your own, you paid most of the taxes to the Order. Take my handwritten note to the priestess and ask her to arrange a blessing for your child."
As soon as Chen Feng finished speaking, the blacksmith suddenly knelt on the ground with a plop. Compared with his previous nervousness, he now looked excited and grateful.
As the spokesperson of the church, Chen Feng invested countless resources in Li Siyu. Not long ago, she finally lived up to everyone's expectations and was promoted to the gold level!
With the improvement of his realm, Li Siyu's mastery of the power of light has reached a new height. The so-called blessing is nothing more than a holy baptism that can eliminate physical illness. It is a kind of divine art that can transform one's body into a new one. It is even more effective for infants.
This move requires a lot of strength, so Li Siyu needs to rest for up to three weeks after performing it. However, rare things are valuable, and it is precisely because of this that it is a great honor to receive the other party's blessing.
This meant that his child would be labeled as a member of the church from the moment he was born. It was not difficult to understand why the blacksmith was so excited!
For a loyal believer, this is simply an affirmation of Chen Feng for himself and his children.
"Well, stand up. As long as you work hard, I won't treat any of you unfairly. Also, you seem to like ogres as apprentices?"
Chen Feng looked into the blacksmith's eyes and asked.
The blacksmith stood up from the ground, his face still full of excitement. He took a few deep breaths before speaking, "Although the ogre looks scary, his arm strength is amazing. Even professionals of the same level do not have his sufficient physical strength. Half of the credit for making this weapon belongs to him."
"Is that so?" Chen Feng thought for a moment and said, "I will expand your blacksmith shop and send thirty ogres to work under you. I have only one request: to make fifty such replicas within two months. Do you have the confidence?"
"Fifty?" This was obviously beyond the workload of the blacksmith, but thinking of the new batch of Qilin arms that would be joining his staff and the happy event that his child had just been blessed, he nodded vigorously and replied, "I think... I can do it!"