Ma Hou's room.
A foul, scorched stench filled the room, with a faint hint of liquor mingled in it.
Unable to turn down Ma Hou's hospitality, Yang Yi took out some high-quality Craft Beer and began drinking with him.
Though the man loved alcohol, he was a lightweight who flushed at the first sip and got drunk before finishing a single cup. Yang Yi had no idea how he dared to drink. Was his Constitution stat that low?
And after drinking, besides praising the liquor's unique flavor, Ma Hou also lost control of his tongue, nearly volunteering even the color of his underwear.
The man was penniless. He had only just been transferred here, and apart from drawing paper and pens, he could be said to have not a cent to his name.
Yet he had dared to boast just now that he would hire Yang Yi as his figure model.
He really was the sort who easily got into trouble, or even got himself killed out of the blue.
Fortunately, the person he had met was Yang Yi.
"...When you mentioned a smithing hammer, that blacksmith's hammer blows changed slightly in force, placement, and rhythm. He could understand what you were saying, at least some of it. He just couldn't express himself."
Ma Hou spoke, then drank another half cup of Charred Liquor, his face nearly as red as Guan Yu's.
Yang Yi committed all of this to memory. He found Ma Hou's insight astonishing, particularly his grasp of details and changes. His Perception stat might be very high, and he was a keen observer.
"Stop drinking for now."
Yang Yi put away the barrel of Craft Beer and continued asking, "Did old Ba make any requests? For example, what sort of smithing hammer did he want? A heavier