It has to be said that although Miles is useless, he has a clear understanding of the strength of the Blacksmiths Association.
All the powerful people who reached the Soul Emperor level were marked by Miles, and their appearance, personal habits, and places they frequented were recorded into a file for Si Ren to review.
But Si Ren suspected that Miles was just afraid of provoking these people and he couldn't beat them.
Not wanting to waste time with Miles, Si Ren went through it hastily and confirmed that there was nothing worth noting. Then he set off again and headed to the association headquarters without stopping.
The Blacksmith Association is located in the central area of Gengxin City. It is a thirty-fifty-meter-high building that covers a very large area. It is the well-deserved core of Gengxin City. Whether it is the city lord's palace or the branch hall of Wuhun Palace, it is inferior to it. Something interesting.
A dark iron plaque hangs directly above the building. There are no words on it, only two raised images - a hammer and a chisel.
Si Ren narrowed his eyes, looked at the overlapping patterns, and touched his chin.
"Your Highness the Holy Son, is there anything wrong with this iron plaque?" Miles asked immediately.
"Oh, I was thinking about what it would be like if I incorporated the Blacksmith Guild and replaced the chisel with my martial soul sickle." Si Ren shook his head: "I'm afraid it will attract the river crab beast, so forget it."
There is no gorgeous decoration in this building, and there is not even a guard at the gate. The door is just open for people to come in and out, and there is a constant flow of people coming and going.
But wherever Si Ren, or rather Miles, stood, his highly recognizable face and the clothes from the Spirit Hall directly isolated him from the crowd.
People who want to do things decide to wait before going in, and people who have done things decide to wait before coming out.
Si Ren quickly noticed this, glanced at Miles and said, "You have a good reputation, right? You have a terrible reputation!"
"They are just afraid of the power of Wuhun Palace, just like ordinary people are afraid of soul masters." Miles changed the subject with a sneer and said: "Your Highness, the Holy Son, don't think this is always quite high, but in fact it is only five floors."
"The first floor is the ordinary trading area, which contains ordinary goods and is not worth mentioning. The second floor is the advanced trading area, where all rare metals are traded, which is worth a high look. The third floor is the blacksmith registration assessment area. Specialized in blacksmith level assessment.
"Apart from the first three floors, the last two floors are the most important. The fourth floor is the VIP area and the auction area. It is not open to the public on weekdays. Only some particularly precious and rare casting items will be regularly displayed on the fourth floor. There will be an auction on the fourth floor.”
"The fifth floor is the office area of the Blacksmiths Association. On weekdays, the president has his office on the fifth floor."
"The auction was just held two days ago and will not be held again in the near future. If His Royal Highness the Son is interested, you can also take a look on the first two floors."
Si Ren originally thought that since he didn't "carry" the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda with him and couldn't pick it up, he might as well go directly to Lou Gao.
But Si Ren then thought again, he had the gold of life!
It is true that I, Siren, do not know the goods, but the gold of living beings knows the goods!
When you encounter any ore, just cut off some scraps and poke it with the gold of living things to see how long the ore can last.
Thinking of this, Si Ren took a big step and stepped into the bustling trading market.
After a few glances, the left side was full of finished products, including armors and weapons, while the right side was mostly metal, with traders from all over the place.
Si Ren stopped and walked along the way, not only looking at what he wanted to buy, but also touching around, sorting out all kinds of goods, which made a group of vendors full of complaints, but they did not dare to speak out.
"Your Majesty the Holy Son, although the prices of the products of the Blacksmith Association are a bit higher than outside, there is a reason - all the items have been appraised and classified by experts, and the price will not exceed the value by too much. It is guaranteed not to attract foreign merchants, but There won’t be any value for money, so if you want to ‘pick up the missing pieces’, I’m afraid you have to go to the blacksmith shops outside.”
Just when Si Ren finally found a piece of metal that seemed to have great origins, a voice came from behind.
Si Ren ignored it and just took it in his hand to observe it carefully.
This is a gray-looking piece of metal, with a flat "plate shape" overall, a large area, but only about two fingers thick.
The seller did not realize the magic in it and simply regarded it as a "cushion".
Seeing Si Ren's attitude, Miles immediately felt that he had an opportunity to show off. He immediately showed an arrogant and domineering face and said: "Silong, you also know that this is His Highness the Son of God. What does His Highness the Son of God want to do? Are you worthy of giving advice?"
The man named Silong's face darkened, but he did not dare to say no. He could only say in a flattering manner: "I just don't want His Royal Highness to waste your precious time!"
"How much does this board cost?" Si Ren asked the seller.
"If His Highness the Holy Son likes it, you can just take it. Anyway, it's just a metal pad. If you don't have it, just replace it with another one." The seller was a little confused, but he knew that all he needed to do was smile.
Si Ren nodded, and then looked at Miles.
Miles was slightly startled, then immediately threw Silong aside, took out ten gold soul coins from the storage soul guide, and threw them to the seller, with a rather generous tone: "It's a reward for you!"
"This..." The seller looked at Silong with pleading eyes. Ten gold soul coins can buy ten kilograms of iron essence. Buying a mat at such a price is definitely a violation of the association's rules.
"His Royal Highness the Son of God is so generous. You can accept what is given to you!" Silong reassured the seller. Looking at the finger-length "chisel" in Si Ren's hand, he felt a little strange.
"What is this?" Silong wanted to get closer, but was blocked by Miles, so he had no choice but to give up and stretch his neck from a distance.
Si Ren didn't answer what he meant. He just put the "mat" back on the table and stretched out his hand: "Are you called Silong? A disciple of Lou Gao? Why don't you take a look at what this piece of metal is?"
Silong was stunned for a moment, and it wasn't until this moment that he really took a closer look at the gray stone.
Although he didn't feel anything special, Si Ren's words were full of testimonials. While Silong felt humiliated, his expression became serious.
Slowly raising his right hand, a golden light spot lit up from Silong's palm, and then a small pure golden chisel appeared, which was his Wuhun Diamond Chisel.
One white, two yellow, three purple, and one black, seven soul rings were floating quietly around the small chisel, making Si Ren frown.
If you say that Silong has no talent, he can cultivate to the realm of soul saint. If you say that Silong has very strong talent, these seven soul rings really blinded his talent.
But as soon as the martial spirit came out, Silong was completely immersed in his own field, not caring about the opinions of others, and gently tapped the diamond chisel in his hand on the surface of the stone.
"Ding!"
Accompanied by a crisp sound, the area that was touched suddenly flashed with a silver brilliance, and when Silong lifted the diamond chisel, it immediately returned to normal.
"Huh?" Silong's eyes were puzzled, and he banged it for a while, fiddled with it for a long time, and finally scratched his head in embarrassment: "What kind of metal is this? I have never seen it before. I only know that it is indeed extraordinary."
"You're just a disciple of the master craftsman? Don't you think it's embarrassing?" Si Ren said calmly.
"..." Silong clenched his fists, but did not dare to get angry. He could only say in a deep voice: "Then does His Highness the Holy Son know the origin of this piece of metal?"
"How do I know?" Si Ren sneered: "I'm not a blacksmith!"
My work schedule has fallen apart again, and the update time has been stretched too much. I’ll try my best to adjust it, ugh.
(End of chapter)
