Then, he put down the steel sword, pulled out the black sword blade, and exclaimed, "Dark Night Meteoric Iron! Where did you get this thing? Did your employer give it to you again?"
Dick shook his head. "I got this after killing a wolf. By the way, what is this Dark Night Meteoric Iron?"
"Can actually kill a wolf!" The disabled demon hunter couldn't help but look at Dick one more time and began to explain patiently:
"Dark Night Meteoric Iron is an extremely rare extraterrestrial iron. It is said to have come from the depths of the distant starry sky. When it passed through the atmosphere, it was baptized by extreme high temperatures and high pressures, and its internal structure has changed.
"Well, the best attribute of this Dark Night Meteoric Iron is its extreme toughness, which is difficult to be destroyed.
"So, if you smelt it, the process would be difficult, right?"
The broken-legged demon hunter laughed, "It's difficult for others, but for me," when he said this, a look of pride appeared on his face.
He snapped his fingers on his right hand, and a large cluster of flames about half a meter long appeared on his fingertips, which lasted for more than 10 seconds before slowly dissipating.
"My knowledge of Fire Signs is extremely profound. I can slowly cooperate with the furnace to smelt Dark Night Meteoric Iron, and then integrate Dragon Tear Gem into it. But it will take a little longer."
"How long will it take?"
"Do you want to smelt both weapons?"
"Yes, except Ivan's steel sword."
"It will take about 5 days."
"By the way, I also want to make a set of School of the Lynx armor." Dick took out the Forktail leather that he had hunted before.
"Good stuff, good stuff!" the two demon hunters praised in unison.
"This can completely make two sets of School of the Lynx armors. However, if you want to improve the quality of this armor, you may only make one set of armor."
"How do you say this?"
"We have to combine the flexibility of light armor with the defense of medium armor, so there may be trial and error." The blacksmith with a broken leg said concisely and concisely.
Then he looked at his friend who lost his arm, "I am responsible for the smelting of the sword and the making of the armor this time. You can help me, understand?"
"I understand, you big-headed devil!" The blacksmith with a broken arm kicked his friend with a broken leg on his good leg, and the latter in turn laughed and scratched the ball-shaped itchy flesh formed on his broken arm with both hands.
Dick took a look and realized that the two people had a very good relationship, so he took out [Arachas Queen]'s crab limb.
"I still have this, please take a look at it."
The two stopped fighting and looked at the materials again and began to evaluate:
"This is a good material for making heavy armor, but it's of no use to you."
"Okay, what's the cost?"
"We only charge very low cost fees for our colleagues. How about you give us this pair of crab limbs as a fee?"
"Deal."
"I'll pick up the goods in five days."
"Go on, go on, don't bother us two disabled people anymore."
Dick then left and went to the castle of School of the Lynx school.
At the door, he met a person.
Alexander glanced at Dick with a sly look, then said with a smile, "Dick, you are back too."
Dick knew that the reason why his attitude towards him changed was because of his previous dialogue with Beier and his group, which made Alexander think that Dick had been taken seriously.
But Dick didn't want to waste time with this kind of person, "What are you doing here?"
"Ruiwen needs my help. It is said that of the dozen or so children who went there last night, only one is left, and that child is still a bit old. I don't know if he can survive it.
"I'll have to deal with those bodies later."
Dick nodded, opened the door and walked in
And Alexander also knew that Dick didn't want to talk to him anymore, so he entered the living room directly and turned left to the basement.
Just as he was about to go back to the room, Dick heard a meow coming from the corner.
Looking over there, he saw a big snow-white cat looking at him with his head tilted, his blue eyes full of confusion.
Dick learned from his memory that this was the white cat he raised. It should be nearly 6 years old. If calculated according to the age of an ordinary human, it would be a middle-aged cat.
I walked up to it, squatted down, and stretched out my hand. The white cat didn't dodge and just let Dick scratch its head at will.
Dick thought about it again, took out some dried meat from his bag and handed it to the white cat. The white cat held the dried meat in its mouth, tilted its head, and stared at Dick with its blue eyes. Then the cat walked to the side angrily and started chewing it carefully.
Dick just watched it eat food, and suddenly thought that every demon hunter of the School of the Lynx school had to keep a pet. When they completed the training, they had to kill their pet with their own hands to prove that they had become hard-hearted without hesitation.
But now considering his relationship with Master, he will never force himself to do such a thing.
This white cat also survived.
"By the way, what's this cat's name?"
"I don't remember giving it a name before."
Dick murmured to himself, then thought:
Since it is all white, furry and cute, just like white jade, let's call it...'Snowball'.
Then he glanced slightly between Snowball's hind legs:
Oh!
There are actually two bells, which seems to be a small publicity.
After a while, in the basement, Alexander pulled a small cart with the body tied tightly and walked up with difficulty.
The corpses of five or six children in the car, the oldest was only eight or nine years old, and the youngest was five or six years old. They all died in a miserable state, with their upper bodies naked and their skin chapped. Some of them had even been alienated and had no human shape.
Dick only glanced at it and didn't look at it more.
Alexander wanted to ask Dick to help, but knowing that there was no chance, he didn't say much. Panting, he pulled the trolley and pulled the corpses outside the door for disposal.
And he forgot to close the basement door, and Dick could clearly hear the painful screams inside, which were the wails of the only remaining child.
"Ms. Ruiwen, I,... I can't hold on any longer, please kill me! Ahhh!" His voice was sometimes weak and sometimes passionate.
"Carter, hold on a little longer and I will use my magic to sort out the tissues and organs of your body." Ruiwen said gently.
"But Ms. Ruiwen, all the other partners are dead, and I will definitely not be able to survive. I..."
Dick felt a little upset when he heard this. He admitted that if Master wanted to disgust himself, he had indeed achieved it.
He was about to go back to his room, but another word from the basement called Carter made him stop.
"I... actually want to live. I want to become a demon hunter to repay Dick for saving my life!"
There were several neat iron beds in the basement, a dozen of which were covered with blood and flesh, and the bodies of seven or eight children lay on the remaining iron beds.
Various flashing energy stones are placed on the surrounding walls to keep the interior clean, bright and at a constant temperature.
Ruiwen looked focused, frowning, with her hands facing the boy on the iron bed in front of her. There was a slight light on her hands as she continued to cast spells.
The boy looked very ordinary. He looked about twelve or thirteen years old. He was the child soldier Carter whom Dick had rescued before. He was actually only ten and a half years old.
At this time, his body was covered with several needles. These needles were connected to the intravenous hose, and finally connected to a translucent glass container on the iron cabinet nearby. The container was filled with a bubbling, turbid and unknown liquid.
There are two ports on this instrument. The inlet will inject the liquid medicine in the instrument into his body, and the outlet will inject Carter's own blood into the liquid to achieve circulation.