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But I couldn't help but wonder. An ancient artifact of some kind. How many artifacts are there?
I was too concerned.
“Don't know.”
Just in case, it was.
Maden smiles and says,
“Phew. It's no fun to give notice. ”
Maiden reaches out her hand and grins, her head shaking.
Her wrist smells of fragrant perfume, burning with body temperature.
“What equipment should I commission Black Smith for now?” Keep that in mind. ”
“· · · · · · · Yes. ”
We ran for about 30 minutes and arrived at the Black Smith South Korean station.
“Welcome. ”
I was escorted to the very heart of the building by an employee.
I thought you were going to an office or a boarding room. Why a workshop?
“He's waiting in here. ”
“Thank you.”
Maiden waves a small hand.
After a small burial, the employee returned to his original place.
Knock-knock.
“Ouch. You're going in? ”
Maiden opens the door without waiting for an answer.
The moment I opened the door, the warm air inside touched my face. Extremely hot heat in the furnace.
Bam-bam-bam-
In that hot room, an old man was tapping the iron.
He was an elderly gentleman with gray hair tied together and a neat white beard.
“You still have no manners. ”
The old man said jealously without turning his eyes.
The sound of bang, bang, iron and iron colliding rhythmically rang.
“There's something else going on between us. ”
“What's our relationship? ”
“Like father and daughter? ”
“What a fucking rich woman. ”
The old man snorted.
“Just wait a little longer, anyway. We're almost done. Go to the office and eat something. ”
“Yes.”
Maiden replied dry.
However, Maden does not seem to have any intention of leaving this workshop.
I just look at the old man tapping iron with his dazzling eyes.
I looked at the old man dazed. It was a plain hammer that was neither glamorous nor strange, but I couldn't take my eyes off it for some reason.
“Pretty cool, huh?”
Maden said she was jealous.
“My baby. He's the best in the world. ”
Maiden's eyes are filled with unseen goodwill.
“You're a full-time senior. ”
The emulsion next to me whispered in my ear.
“· · · · · · · · ”
The best blacksmith in China.
That's him.
In the original, the name was mentioned several times, but there was no direct appearance.
Apparently, he's connected to Maiden Cristines.
“Are you · · · · · · · · · Chinese? ”
“Of course.”
“You speak Korean really well. ”
“You speak all the basic languages. He's a hobby of mine. ”
“· · · · · · · · Ooh. ”
You're a great man.
We continued to look at the hammer of the full-time old man.
The more I look at it, the more I feel like I'm falling in.
It's been about 10 minutes.
“They say it's fun to see an old man hammering. ”
The old man came at us with all his hammers.
“Oh, excuse me. ”
“I'm sorry.”
Me and the emulsion lowered their heads. Then Maden said,
“Forget it. I'm not saying anything. I was just embarrassed, so I kind of surrounded myself. I'm a little introverted, unlike what this guy looks like. ”
“Don't be ridiculous. Arrogant kid.”
Jung Il-yong kicked his tongue and looked down at Maiden.
“What? You little twerp. ”
Looking up at the dragon, Maden reveals her teeth and smiles.
“It's been a long time. You're starting to see the marlin on your head. ”
“Looks like we're missing a marlin by now. ”
“I think I'm starting to get wrinkles. ”
“My wrinkles are all gone. Are you trying to be a skeleton? ”
The horse is a little rough, but both of them are smiling.
“Glad you still seem cocky. It's been a long time.”
“Yes. Long time no see. More importantly, let me introduce you to the kids here. You know anger? I've seen it a few times. ”
He bows his head.
“And the kid in the gear to apply for today. Lecture rate.”
The eyes of the Dragon are on me.
I felt nervous for some reason because of the heavy gaze coming out of the wheels.
“The Book of Genesis.”
“Jung Il-yong.”
The old gentleman reached out to me.
I grabbed his hand and shook his hand lightly. As a blacksmith, he was a very rough hand.
“You're Jinho's disciple, right? ”
“Yes, it is. ”
It looks like I'm in touch with Instructor Pidgin.
“Not bad. ”
Jung Il-yong smiled.
“Right? She's fine. ”
“Yes. I don't know your eyes, but they're reliable. ”
“· · · · · · This ashamed woman disappoints me again. ”
When Jung Il-yong saw Maiden, he snorted again. The same expression was random.
“Anyway, I can make this kid some equipment. You mean this?”
“Huh? Huh. ”
“Hmm.”
Jung Il-yong seemed to be worrying while touching his chin.
“If it's too much trouble for you, just introduce me to another craftsman. A heavy-mouthed, talented man. ”
“Fine. I'll say yes. ”
“Huh?”
With that delightful acceptance, Maiden's eyes widen.
“Really?”
Maden looks very happy.
“Why, you don't like my job? ”
“No. Of course I like it. I'm so surprised. Ouch. You came all the way to Korea to avoid ordering equipment from now on. I'm sick of it.”
“Yes, it is. ”
I asked why the best artisan, Jung Il-yong, was in charge of the Korean branch. That's why.
“I honestly didn't expect much. What kind of wind did you lose? ”
“There's no reason. You and Jinho both like each other at the same time. ”
Jung Il-yong looked at my chest with a light smile.
Dreamy eyes glowing pale purple.
“You seem like a funny kid. ”
His eyes are on the [Ultimate Weapon] side of his wardrobe.
· · · · · · Do you know about the [ultimate weapon]?
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