As if he understood what the questions were in the minds of the people standing in front of him, the blacksmith, who still spoke concisely, replied without raising his head: "You need my work, right?"

"To be precise, it's the design drawing of your work." Duan Qing stepped forward to stop Xue Ling Huan Bing from asking any more questions. Duan Qing shook his head and then replied politely: "If that's okay,

, I would like to thank the master in advance."

"When I first made these things, I never thought they could be used in such a way."

The bucket mixed with iron slag and high temperature seemed to have no effect on the scarred arms. After washing his hands, the blacksmith wiped them casually on the rag pants around his waist: "But whatever, this may be fate's arrangement.

."

"Take it." He reached back and took out a sheepskin scroll that had been dug out of an old box: "Since you are an alchemist, I guess you don't need me to teach you."

"and this."

In the sight of the white-haired woman reaching out to take the sheepskin scroll, the blacksmith's other hand had already held the quenching iron tongs and threw them into the previous bucket, making a sizzling sound and a large amount of steam rising.

Then Duan Qing and others couldn't help but reach out to cover their faces. After a while, they showed the strange metal strip that gradually emerged from the white air in front of their eyes: "Take this away too.

."
Chapter completed!