As a living profession, in addition to advanced levels, blacksmiths also have different skills from each level, such as inlay, blessing, equipment transformation, etc. Moreover, the higher the level of the blacksmith, the higher the success rate of these skills or techniques will be.

Generally speaking, any profession has a god believed in by this profession. For example, if a magician wants to use the ultimate ice magic, he must believe in the snow goddess Sophia. If he wants to use the ultimate fire magic, he must be extremely devout to the fire god Thales. The same is true for life skills. If he wants to create high-quality weapons in the raging fire, he must hang the Dharma image of the fire god Thales in the shelf and worship it day and night.

I listened to Bart's blacksmith's cold explanation, and I felt sweaty. If I were tossed in rashly, I really didn't know what the consequences would happen.

"For the inlay of divine object-level items, you must be fully operated by the master-level blacksmith to make the items and weapons completely merge together and exert the full effect of the inlay." Bart looked at my nose and snorted, "Do you think it's as simple as plugging a scroll? My senior wizard?"

It's great, isn't it just that I've been greedy and taken a few more, so I'm so sarcastic? But this old man obviously can't afford to offend him. With the golden axe in his hand, my buddy is sure that this old man is definitely above the master level - I don't believe that Master Bart, who seems extremely proud and arrogant, would not have to make his own weapons.

"Uncle... I know I'm wrong, this, do you see?" Damn it, it turns out that acting coquettish is a native skill of a woman. Men want to learn... Let's talk about it again! My face turned red and white, and I didn't know what to do!

"Haha, uncle, remember he knew he was wrong, don't be angry, see how I deal with him when I go back." Ziyi helped me with the right amount of help, "You see, he is also pitiful, just help him..." Hey! This is what it means to act coquettishly! It seems that women still need to solve the problem.

Although he still looked a little unhappy, Bart took the staff and two treasures. In surprise, the old man didn't ask much and walked straight to the backyard without asking any more.

"Come here to help." I was at a loss and heard the call from the blacksmith behind me, and hurriedly pulled Ziyi into it.

I saw a stove slightly larger than the system blacksmith shop was placed on the open space in the backyard, with a lot of charcoal fires next to it. The old blacksmith squatted in front of the stove to create a fire.

"When you come and burn the fire, I'll inlay it." When the flames burst out, Master Bart turned around and entered the room. Could it be that he would melt the Medusa stick? No, although I can't see any material in my staff, it is definitely not made of metal! What does this blacksmith want to do?

Although I was puzzled, I still sat down and pulled the bellows and added charcoal to it.

"I'll do it." Ziyi looked at me with a bitter smile, took the tongs with a smile, and carefully picked up a piece and put it on the stove. Well, that's right, this is what the couple looks like.

Until I was so tired that I was sweating profusely and the purple clothes could not lift the huge tongs, the fire finally became prosperous, the red flames had disappeared, and the incandescent flames followed. At this time, the old blacksmith also came out of the room again, holding a small hammer and an iron nail-shaped thing out.

I stared at the old man's movements, and wanted to see how he operated.

The old man put the iron nail into the fire, and the iron nail turned red in an instant. At the same time, the old blacksmith took out a scroll from his arms and quickly stuffed it into the groove of the Medusa stick. Then he shook the staff. After a bang, the Medusa stick was surrounded by a circle of white halos. The old man quickly picked up a pair of pliers, clamped the iron nail, and gently fell to the head of the Medusa stick, then picked up the hammer and started to beat it.

Shocked! Ziyi and I looked at each other. Does this old man want to poke a hole for me? But at this moment I could not help me, so I could only feel nervous and watched the blacksmith ravage on Medusa's stick!

"Why are you staring at me? Bring the fire quickly!" When the color of the nails was slightly dimmed, the old blacksmith put the nails into the stove again.

"Oh, uncle... that's my life!" I cried with a sad face. If a mistake was made, my buddy would be in tears.

"Shut up! I really should teach you a greedy guy for His Highness the God of Fire." The old blacksmith ignored my cry and knocked on Medusa's staff again. As the white light trembled, the chips of Medusa's staff fell down little by little.

After a long time, the milky white light surrounding the Medusa's staff disappeared while we were sweating profusely. Fortunately, the colorful divine light on the body of the staff was still there.

The old man didn't care to wipe off the sweat beads from his head, and took out a scroll from his arms again. He stuffed it into the groove that had just been poked out, and at the same time picked up the earth fire spirit with a burning red light. The old man raised his head and closed his eyes, muttering words in his mouth, as if he was praying, or as if he was chanting a spell. With the last sound, the scroll disappeared, and a red light rose from the groove! Then, the old blacksmith pressed the earth fire spirit in his hand without stopping!

With a jingle, the earth fire spirit was completely embedded in Medusa's staff. A red light suddenly burst out from the colorful divine light on the body of the staff, and then it dimmed instantly. At the head of the staff, the earth fire spirit was flowing, like an eye of the staff. It was extremely beautiful.

Ziyi and I took a breath of air conditioning, and we looked at each other. It was so troublesome to inlay? Do we still have to use the scroll?

The Bart blacksmith, who had a grand breath, raised his staff and looked at it. He focused on his face with satisfaction. Then he put down his staff, glared at me and signaled to increase the firepower, then took out an iron nail and put it in the stove again.

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After repeating the previous steps, the old blacksmith looked at Medusa's rod and fatigue quickly appeared on his face.

"Okay, this is also a favor for Yulia." The old man handed me the staff, and the essence core on his body.

"Boy, go, you guys, you're old, you're a little tired of fighting such a thing. I need to take a break." Seeing the sky gradually turn white, the old blacksmith sighed and turned around and walked into the room.

I raised the Medusa Staff, and there were two more lights of two divine object-level catalysts, one white and one red. Check the attributes, and it was shocking that the fire magic and electric magic each increased by 30%!

Setting the equipment attributes to the exhibition status, I stared blankly at the hunchbacked old blacksmith, and felt a little sad. With the physique that could fight against the Fishman King, Master Bart was so tired that he was exhausted! Moreover, under the three grooves of my staff, he poked two more grooves to put these two things! How can I not be moved?

After observing the attributes, Ziyi also took a breath of air. She had never seen my staff, and her attributes after two divine objects were inlaid... Who else can I do with the first divine weapon?!

"Let's go, keep it well and it will be the best reward for Uncle Bart." Ziyi pulled me, who was still dazed, and said softly, while shouting at Master Bart's background, "Uncle, I will come to see you when I have time."

Ziyi, she obviously knew what I was thinking at the moment. The last sentence of Bart Blacksmith suddenly rushed out after I was moved. Yulia! Or Yulia! What's the matter with Yulia?!

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