"The craftsman... Simba... isn't Simba the Lion King?"

Wang Yu looked in the direction of the player's finger and saw a dirty old man, huddled in the corner, sleeping soundly in his arms holding a bottle of wine.

He is worthy of being a friend of the hermit. Except for his different looks, his shape is almost exactly the same, he is just as sloppy, and he is like an alcoholic.

"Oh!" Wang Yu sighed, and he had no choice but to go out of the blacksmith shop, went to the tavern and bought a few bottles of wine, then unscrewed the lid of one of the bottles and placed it behind Simba.

After a while, Simba, who was sleeping heavily, opened her eyes.

Seeing this scene, all the blacksmith players were stunned...

They have been making equipment here for a long time, and this sloppy beggar-like dwarf is naturally seen often.

This dwarf has a player who has built equipment in the blacksmith shop. He sleeps here. Except for occasionally waking up and saying that he is called Simba, he will not say anything else.

The players here are all playing blacksmiths. I heard that this guy is a craftsman, so of course they would not let it go, so they have thought of many ways to make some news in the dwarf's mouth.

But this dwarf was like a dead person, and he didn't speak no matter how he asked...

Who would have thought that what induces him to speak was a bottle of wine...

The blacksmith player who was talking to Wang Yu just now said incredible: "No, I tried it with wine yesterday? He ignored me..."

The person next to him laughed and said, "Don't embarrass your ale wine. Look at what wine is he giving? One gold coin is a bottle..."

"..." The blacksmith player was silent. At this time, gold coins are very valuable. Those who have gold coins in their hands are all high-end players. Who would put their minds on the blacksmith shop?

After opening his eyes and drinking, the dwarf Simba glanced at the bottle beside him, reached out and took it over, then raised the bottle and poured it into his mouth. The wine flowed down his strands of beard, which made Wang Yu sigh. This was too impolite.

"Who are you?" After drinking, Simba asked Wang Yu in a muffled voice.

Wang Yu took out the letter of recommendation from the hermit to him and handed it over: "My teacher asked me to come..."

After receiving the letter, Simba looked at it and was slightly stunned: "Martial Artist? I haven't seen this profession for a long time. After that, what's the matter with you coming to me?"

Wang Yu said: "The teacher said, you can help me improve my strength."

"..." Simba shook her big head like a winter melon and said, "You know, my dear Alia left me. I have been decadent for many years and can no longer dance the hammer..."

"Uh..." It seems that this old man is also a tragic man trapped by love.

Wang Yu asked, "Then what can I do to help you?"

"Give me another bottle of wine..." Simba said.

"Aren't you going to find your Alia?" Wang Yu wondered. His wife ran away and was still drinking, and she was trying to make a fuss.

Simba said: "Alia is now the lord's wife, how could she meet me? I really don't know what I am worse than that waste Willie..."

"Too many..." Wang Yu thought to himself. Not to mention the identity gap between the city lord and the blacksmith, just look at this look. The city lord Count Willy is majestic and heroic, and Simba... is it comparable to the stray dog ​​that came out of the trash can?

"Then I'm improving my strength?" Wang Yu didn't give him the wine. Seeing this guy drinking like this, he might have to drink to relieve his sorrows and not wake up after falling asleep.

"It's nothing to do with me!" Simba rolled her eyes and said.

Sure enough... the dog said he didn't want to help, but fortunately he didn't give him the wine.

"If you help me improve my strength, I will give you this bottle of wine!" Wang Yu took out the wine and said.

"Hmph!" Simba looked at Wang Yu disdainfully: "Do you think the great craftsman is the kind of person who is easily bribed?"

"Two bottles!" Wang Yu said.

"you……"

"Three bottles!"

"Okay, the deal is completed!" Simba agreed decisively.

Wang Yu wiped his sweat nervously, and knew that he couldn't deal with the NPC without money. If there were any, add more money...

The blacksmith player who was talking to Wang Yu just now was completely stunned: "Didn't you say that the great craftsman god is not easily bribed?"

Wang Yu explained: "The meaning of not being bribed easily is to spend a lot of money to buy... three gold coins."

The blacksmith player was stunned immediately. The game was too deep...

Wang Yu put three bottles of wine in front of Simba, and said respectfully: "Teacher Simba, can we start?"

Simba said in surprise: "I can't fight..."

"Ah? Then how do you help me improve my strength?" Wang Yu suddenly felt like he was fooled.

Simba said impatiently: "Give me your weapon, I can help you upgrade!"

"upgrade?"

"Yes, the boxing gloves in your hand should be the legendary "warrior's sigh"!" Simba asked.

"Yeah, yes!"

"The Sigh of the Warrior" is a spiritual artifact. However, when the Martial God fell, its spiritual charm dissipated and turned into an ordinary weapon. Fortunately, its upgrade function is still there. As long as you have a good sacrifice, I can improve its power!" Simba said.

Wang Yu grabbed his head and asked, "Sacrifice? What is that?"

Simba said: "Not lower than this pair of gauntlets!"

"Oh, that's it..." Wang Yu hesitated a little.

A weapon that is no less than this gauntlet level is silver equipment. Silver equipment is still rare in the game now, and weapons are even rarer. Even Wang Yu only has a silver stick in his hand.

Although this stick is a fake and not valuable, Wang Yu doesn't want to use it as a sacrifice at all. After all, this weapon is very useful and can be used to deal with beast-type monsters.

"Is this OK?" Wang Yu asked with the "fighter's grip".

Simba said: "Okay! As long as you are not afraid of your weapons being covered with dust, I don't care..."

"Damn..." Wang Yu cursed inwardly. Ya's meaning was very obvious. Don't fool me with garbage unless you want your weapons to turn them into garbage.

"Do you spend money to buy one? It's tens of thousands... My wife only costs a few thousand yuan a month..." Wang Yu muttered while flipping over his backpack. At this time, he suddenly flipped over a big knife.

Wang Yu's eyes lit up, he pulled out the big knife, put it in front of Simba and asked, "Is this OK?"

After seeing the big sword in Wang Yu's hand, Simba's eyes shone: "The Immortal Afterglow Blade, this is Urtus' weapon, how could you have it?"

This big knife is the golden weapon that was not sold last time.

"I'm going to beat the boss." Wang Yu said: "How is it? Is it OK?"

Simba looked at Wang Yu meaningfully and said, "Okay! Give me the weapon and take it in two hours later."

"Two hours?" Wang Yu looked at the time, and it was twelve o'clock in the next hour.

"Of course, this is a magical tool upgrade, and the process is very cumbersome. If you think it's too long, I have a simple and fast set of things here, but it cannot guarantee the success rate..."

"It's good..." Wang Yu quickly interrupted: "It's only two hours for two hours, you must not cut corners."

"Hmph! You are doubting the personality of the craftsman!"

Wang Yu hurriedly said, "Don't dare, don't dare..." and thought to himself, "A broken NPC has a furious personality. I doubt the personality of all NPCs in this game, okay!"

He handed over the weapon to Simba, and Wang Yu sat aside and waited quietly, and suddenly the friend column flashed.
Chapter completed!