1636 Clara’s Gratitude! Forging the Luck Tear! (2)
Clara went through a few more thank rounds and left in a hurry; she seemed to have some matters to attend to.
The governor’s daughter glanced at Lin Chuhan. Her gaze turned strange when she remembered what her friend said. There was no reason for her to stay so she left with her friend.
“Why do I feel like the gaze Zhuang Caixuan gave me was a bit strange?” said the hero’s fiancée, furrowing her brow.
“Really? I didn’t feel anything,” Wang Teng said, apparently surprised.
“Women’s intuition,” Lin Chuhan said, “but it shouldn’t be an issue. It’s not like she would do anything to me.”
“Of course, unless she doesn’t care about the welfare of her family.” The hero smiled.
He still had this belief. A mere Zhuang family wouldn’t dare to offend an earl of the empire.
Zhuang Weize’s performance proved that he wouldn’t dare overstep his bounds.
Lin Chuhan glanced around and asked, “Are we going back now?”
“Nope, there’s still one more thing to do. Follow me.” He smiled and led the way.
They walked past the alchemy rooms and reached the smithing area. Both sections were right next to each other, but they were segregated to facilitate distinction.
The hero found the room reserved under his name and opened the door using his identity account. He ushered Lin Chuhan inside.
“Are you going to forge something?” she asked curiously.
“Yes. Have you forgotten about the Luck Tear I bought yesterday?” the hero replied with a smile.
Lin Chuhan nodded in deep thought. “What are you going to make?”
“You’ll know in a while,” he said mysteriously.
“Why are you being so secretive?” The young woman pouted. However, she didn’t probe further; maintaining a sense of anticipation wasn’t bad.
She felt that watching him work on alchemy or forging was fascinating.
Someone knocked on the door while they talked.
The hero opened the door. It was the middle-aged man who greeted him the previous time. “Grandmaster Wang, here are all the materials you requested.”
“Thank you.” Wang Teng took the box.
“You’re too polite. It’s an honor to serve you,” said the mature fellow in a hurry.
The latter took his leave right away, not daring to disturb the hero.
Wang Teng took the chance to release his spiritual power and collect all the attribute bubbles scattered in the room.
Smithing*50
Smithing*40
Smithing*70
…
He soon collected a fair amount of smithing attributes. There were 1260 points in total.
He only grabbed those dropped by grandmasters or above. The ones from ordinary blacksmiths were useless to him.
Raising attributes after reaching the grandmaster level was a tough matter.
Wang Teng didn’t want to waste his blank attributes so he just collected whenever he could find them. Hence, the process was slow.
Smithing knowledge of grandmaster level entered his mind and his mastery gradually increased.
He looked at his attributes board.
Blacksmith: 6840/10000 (Grandmaster)
The young hero’s eyes brightened. The attribute was much higher than before.
He had forged high-tier weapons like the Thousand Armaments Vessel in the past, but the process was arduous back then. It would be much easier if he were to attempt it again.
Considering his current expertise, he had even more confidence in forging the item he was planning to make.
He closed the door, then approached the smithing table and opened the box. There were several pieces of metal inside, mostly palm-sized and not particularly large.
The materials were quite small and delicate, as opposed to the ones needed for weapons; they would require several kilograms of metal ores.
Lin Chuhan leaned over to take a look.
Erm… I still can’t see anything.
Those materials were unknown to anyone who didn’t practice the craft; it was understandable she didn’t recognize them.
Wang Teng took out a gray stone and said, “This is a Luck Confining Stone (in Chinese, it’s called Bi Yun Stone)!”
“What?” Lin Chuhan was stunned. “Contraception Stone?” (In Chinese, contraception has the same pronunciation, which is Bi Yun.)
The hero was startled. He said quietly, “Yun, as in luck.”
“Hahaha…” Round Ball rolled around inside his head. “This is so funny.”
“Why are you laughing!” Wang Teng said.
“Why didn’t you say it clearly?” The young woman rolled her eyes, fuming a bit.