Another World’s Versatile Crafting Master Chapter 799: Sword casting
"Come on, don't pretend to me, your son. It's been a long time since I saw you. I really didn't read the wrong person. Come here, I will introduce to you. This is Master Northen, his proud disciple Ge Lanfindor has reached the top of the nineteenth level, which is one step away from the legendary realm. You should learn more and don't lose face to Lao Tzu by doing business all day long." Anduin called Lin Li over and introduced him to the side. An old man with a skinny figure in's words, coupled with the smug look on his face, is simply a typical madness.
"Master Northen," Although Lin Li has never seen Northen, he is no stranger to Northen's disciple Gryffindor. However, although he doesn't have a good impression of Gryffindor, he doesn't stop at playing with Anduin.
The Master Northen looks more than sixty years old, with a thin body and gray head, and a thin face covered with wrinkles. Except for a pair of eyes that are still sharp, they look no different from ordinary old people. After hearing Anduin's introduction, he did not get angry, but nodded slightly, and said in a hoarse voice: "Yes, Anduin is really a good student. You are already at the twenty-third level, right? Your teacher is now."
From the introduction by Anduin just now, as long as the ears are not deaf, you can hear that the relationship between Anduin and this Master Northen is not harmonious. There was no expression on Lin Li's face, but there was more distraction in his heart, and he carefully observed the other party.
"This is one of the arbitrators of the Supreme Council, Master Meigeld." Anduin did not respond to Nordson's words, but introduced another tall old man to Lin Li.
"Master Megeld," Lin Li raised his brows slightly. Since entering the door just now, he felt that Master Anduin, who was once inexplicable in his own eyes, should have the same level of strength as himself. And that Master Northen, although he looked like an ordinary old man, his strength was also at level 23. Only this Master Meigeld can not see what strength it is, but this can also explain a problem. With the strength of the 23rd level, I can’t see through it, so I’m afraid it’s only Sanctuary level. The strong one.
The other thing that caught Lin Li's attention was Megeld's identity, one of the arbitrators of the Supreme Council. If I remember correctly, Anduin and Northen should also be members of the Supreme Council, and it seems that the two are vying for the position of an arbiter. This time, two people participated in the action at the same time, and I don't know if it has anything to do with the competition between them.
It seems that it is them that Oddwen is waiting for. With the strength of these three, let alone any gambling, it is absolutely effortless to grab the key from Storm Sword Master. Of course, in this world, not everything is left to the Supreme Council, and they also have certain scruples in their actions. The Supreme Council was also interested in Osrik's tomb, no wonder Medellin looked unhappy.
"Well, very good. Anduin taught a good student." Meigeld looked at Lin Li, without any expression on his face. It seemed that Lin Li's disproportionate age and strength did not make him feel at all. Accident. After a perfunctory remark, he did not look at Lin Li again, turned his gaze to Oddwen's body, and said, "Oddwin, you go to arrange the gambling, I believe that Olagir's child will not I refused again."
The child of Olagir...Lin Li secretly fought a cold war. There is only this kind of old monster who can call the Storm Sword Saint that child in this world.
In the world of Anriel, anyone who dares not to give face to the strong in the sanctuary, except for fools, I am afraid that no one has that kind of courage. The Storm Sword Saint is not a fool, and besides the magic union, it is not forcing the key, just asking to continue the gambling contract. If the magic union loses again in this bet, then even Megeld, who is the arbitrator, will not take his face off and grab it.
Magic blacksmith? Perhaps it was the arbiter of the sanctuary, Megeld, who could not create a decent magic weapon. This is actually like asking a soldier to draw the magic pattern, but unfortunately, there are not only soldiers in the adventure guild. For this coup, until now, Olagir felt that it was the proud work of his life.
Soon, the Orana Magic Union and the Adventure Union reached a consensus on the previous gambling agreement. The place where the bet was completed was not placed in a public place in Orana City, but in the forging workshop of Storm Sword Saint Olagi. Regarding this, Olagir can be regarded as expressing some kindness to Megeld. After all, any tool in his forging workshop is the best, which has a great bonus to the success rate of forging.
"Odvin, this is my private forging workshop. Look at what else is needed. I will let someone prepare for you, so I won’t give you a chance if I lose." Although Olagir agreed I made a bet, but I was already a winner, and now I want to continue betting, how can I be happy in my heart. Anyway, today, if Megeld, whom he feared, didn't come over, naturally there was no need to give Odwen a good face.
"Don't ask me, you just ask him about forging." Oddwen was not angry, and reached out to introduce Lin Li to Olagir.
Olagir thought it was someone from the Supreme Council who made the shot, but he didn't expect Aldevin to launch a young magician, but how could this magician look so familiar. Suddenly, Olagir frowned, and a memory appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but be surprised: "It's you!"
Lin Li touched his nose embarrassedly, took two steps forward, and said: "Mr. Olagi, we meet again."
A poison cleaning agent, in exchange for a legendary magic crystal, this kind of thing Olagir will not forget even if he died. In order to hunt the legendary Sharoman Snake, the Adventurer's Union mobilized six adventure teams, causing numerous casualties, and even himself was poisoned by the Sharoman Snake. This is the one who handed over a detoxification agent without saying anything, until he drank the agent, and then said that he would take something from the Saloman Snake. As a result, the most precious legendary magic crystal was taken away by him right in front of his own eyes. Although I don't want to hate a young man, but watching the legendary magic crystal be taken away, there is no cure for the feeling of heartache.
"Young man, it’s no wonder that the Saloman Snake will die in your hands. It really is young and promising." Olagir had already seen that the young man used to be only at the level of the Great Sorcerer. How long has passed since, has actually stepped into the realm of legend, and that powerful magical fluctuations, even faintly overstepped his own signs.
"Ding, ding, ding, ding..." An extremely rhythmic percussion sounded in the forging workshop.
Only hearing this clear and sweet voice, all the members of the Adventurer's Guild present, including Master Blacksmith Olagir, suddenly raised their throats. They knew that no matter what kind of skills the young magician had, he would definitely be up to the level of an advanced blacksmith just by tapping such a voice.
Lin Li stood on the forging platform, acting like clouds and flowing water from his peers. Even without the help of his assistants, there was no sluggishness in any link. Or, everyone watching below has a feeling that if an assistant is really put on it, it might affect his actions instead.
This is simply a kind of enjoyment, the percussion sound is like beautiful music, and the smooth movement is more like a beautiful dance. Everyone was even in a daze, forgetting where they were and why they came. Even Olagir, the master forger, was immersed in the rhythm, and he completely forgot that if he loses the bet, he will lose the key to the tomb of Osrik.
"Hissing" with a quenching sound, finally awakened everyone, and everyone's eyes were suddenly focused on Lin Li's hand. The long sword that had just been successfully forged, against the backdrop of the fire, slashed. Cut everything fiercely.
"Good sword!" Without having to take a closer look, Olagir knew that he had lost. I have to admit that even he may not be able to create such a good sword.
Hearing Olagi's exclamation, everyone in the Magic Guild finally breathed a long sigh of relief. The original request to continue this gambling contract is already a bit unreasonable. If the gambling loses, not only will the opportunity to explore the tomb of Osrik be lost, it will also be a great blow to the face of the magic union.
"Master-level, it is definitely the first-class work of the master-level." Olajir took the long sword handed over by Lin Li and stroked his finger gently on the spine of the sword. It was really hard to believe that it was actually Created by a magician.
"How about Olagir~IndoMTL.com~This bet, I don’t know when you plan to fulfill the contract." With a stubborn smile on Oddwin’s face, he couldn’t wait to ask Olagi Asked.
"Don't worry. Regarding the gambling agreement, our adventurers' union will do what it says, and will not find excuses like some people do." Although Olagir gave up, he still satirized unhappy. The tomb of Osrik, a huge treasure.
Odwin and others, holding the other half of the keys, happily left the Adventurer's Union.
Storm Sword Saint Olagir stared blankly at the long sword in his hand, and couldn't figure out how to find out where the Magic Guild had found such a pervert. The magician looked just twenty years old. Not only did he have amazing magic fluctuations, he was also so proficient in forging skills. I remember that when I first met that son, that son gave himself an agent that can dissolve the poison of the Saloman Snake...
Wait, *, I was deceived, isn't that the president of the Tower of Dusk in the Plain of Light Wind! When did you become a member of the Orana Magic Guild. Laozi is betting with the Orana Magic Union, not with the Supreme Council! Olagir swung his sword in grief and slashed towards the forging anvil, but it was suddenly flashed, and the heavy anvil had been cut in half like a cucumber.