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With one hammer and another, Thirteen seemed to have entered another world.

A world with nothing, no light, no shadow, and even its own existence disappeared.

With a sound, a little light suddenly appeared in the darkness, weak, but extremely dazzling. After all, it was the only light in the dark world.

Suddenly, the light flashed continuously, like bursting Mars, exploding towards the surroundings, and the Mars were arranged in a row, vaguely in a disorderly and neat manner.

Mars falling in the darkness seems out of reach, but it is within reach.

It was an indescribable feeling, as if time and space flowed backwards, space was inverted, and the spirit was indeterminate, and the body was invisible, and it felt like it fell into darkness the next second.

It feels like falling all the time, but not falling to the ground.

Thirteen held a breath in his chest, and the breath kept expanding, spreading everywhere in his body in an instant, even squeezing out this tiny body and rushing outside to experience a larger world.

Feeling uncomfortable, so uncomfortable...

Thirteen punched him hard, trying to break the feeling that made him feel very uncomfortable.

One punch, no response.

Another punch, but still no response.

One punch, one punch, one punch...

I don’t know how long it took or how many punches I swung. Shisan finally felt down to earth, and his swelling body also had a gap of deflation.

...

The Meng family rushed into the workshop and happened to see Thirteen falling on the last hammer, as if it was a fixed hammer, causing everyone to stop.

Huh...

Like the sound of a peerless ferocious beast, a large amount of smoke was exhaled from Thirteen's mouth, which was lowered and hung his head, making people feel like he was charcoal in the stove, and after igniting it, he kept smoking slowly.

The smoke did not rise, as if under the pull of some force, the smoke turned into several flying dragons and circled around Thirteen, and then gathered together, and was sucked back into Thirteen's body.

This strange phenomenon made everyone stunned, at a loss, and didn't know how to speak.

Thirteen closed his eyes for a long time, and after the mystery in his body disappeared, he opened his eyes, without saying a word, raised it with iron pliers and clamped it into shape... He looked at the kitchen knife twice, and then completed the final quenching work in full view of everyone.

Thirteen picked up the kitchen knife and looked back and forth, stretched out his fingers and echoed crisply and flatly. He waved his hand and broke through the air without any obstacles. He couldn't help but sigh: "It's worthy of being the Meng family, it's so iron."

At this moment, he felt that countless eyes were staring at him, and turned around and saw a group of people staring at him, as if they were looking at gods.

The two people watched each other for a long time, and Thirteen finally said something: "You... are you... full?"

At this moment, time finally unlocked, and everyone could think and react.

"My iron!!"

A wail.

The first thing that happened was a young man. He then realized that Thirteen was standing at his position, and the iron pliers in Thirteen's hand were the materials he was preparing to start work after dinner.

However, the iron piece that should have become a good sword has become a good... kitchen knife.

There are rules in the workshop. Whether it is work or practice, the things created by the materials you receive will eventually be verified by the logistics staff. If the quality is too poor, you have to pay the material fee yourself.

First, it is to prevent waste from happening, and second, as a disciple of the Grand Workshop, if he still forged defective products, he is not qualified to continue to stay in the Grand Workshop.

Now the materials have been made into shape by Thirteen. If you want to melt and forge them again, you will definitely have a shortage of quality if you don’t make up for the materials. Young people are just the primary fire craft disciples, and they can’t afford that piece of iron with a monthly salary of one year. After all, they can’t afford food and accommodation here, so they naturally have to pay less money.

However, the culprit is right in front of you, and things are still possible to be restored.

The young man strode to Thirteen, looked at the little man in front of him, looked like he was angry, and said viciously: "Why are you moving around and getting my stove? You are using my materials to randomly smack things. Do you know what consequences will be caused by this?"

The young man looks only seventeen or eighteen years old, but he is more than Thirteen's head. With his strong body, he looks very oppressive when standing in front of Thirteen.

If the visitor was not a guest and did not know the identity of the opposite person, the young man would probably throw him out in one go. However, the most important thing now is not to vent his anger, but to get the material fee back.

Since the guests who come to visit are either rich people preparing to order in batches, or masters from other places. Both of these are rich people, pretending to be angry and then letting them be fine.

The young man didn't come for a long time, but with the advice of other senior brothers, he still had more eyesight, not people with big chests and brainless muscles and stools.

When you make a blacksmith, you have to use your brain, otherwise you will rely solely on your muscles. Wouldn’t you be full of famous craftsmen all over the world?

Thirteen handed him a kitchen knife and said indifferently: "What consequences? I will help you with your work. You should thank me. Look how good you beat the kitchen knife, you will definitely be able to sell it for a good price."

The young young man couldn't understand this idea, and he couldn't take advantage of his anger: "You are sick! I'm going to hit a sword. You made me a kitchen knife. How can I get the job done? Say less nonsense and pay me the materials quickly."

"Oh Huo? Isn't your Meng family very rich and generous? You can't even play with you. You're so stingy." Seeing that the situation was not good, Thirteen was about to leave, but the road was blocked by the Meng family disciples around.

They don't speak or make way.

The reason why they didn't speak was that Meng Yihui, the leader, had not spoken yet, and they were also waiting for the situation to change. They were preparing to see what identity the person in front of them would report.

Unfortunately, Thirteen is just a small bad person.

"The world's aristocratic families are really carved out. Every time there are more people and fewer people bullying." Thirteen complained casually. Seeing Meng Xian hiding behind the crowd, he waved and shouted, "Axian, come here and lend me some money to buy a piece of iron for this little brother."

Meng Xian moved to Thirteen with everyone's attention and said anxiously: "Brother Thirteen, you can't afford to pay for this piece of iron even if you sell me. That's black gold! The small piece you just used just now costs three hundred gold!"

Thirteen said in surprise: "Oh, I'll go, your Meng family is so rich that they are so rich. Then how can you do this old expensive thing? Do you use money to kill the enemy?"

Meng Xian said: "The materials are requested by the guests, as long as they can afford the money."

"What should I do now? Do I still have a chance to leave?"

The 13-month qian that is about to take office is not a problem, the problem is whether others will let you go.

"What are you doing? It's time to start work and delay delivery time. Who can be responsible?"

Outside the crowd, a majestic middle-aged man's voice sounded.

Everyone stood on both sides, and there was an old man standing beside the middle-aged man. Seeing them, everyone shouted in unison.

"Master Chen, Master Liu."

Here, the two of them also saw Thirteen.

"Old Thirteen!?" said the middle-aged Master Liu insincerely.

Seeing them, Thirteen's pupils also shrank.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!