Chapter 650: Chapter 636: Reward
"Is this the weapon you crafted?" On the open ground, Chen Feng raised the replica in his hand and asked.
The blacksmith appeared a bit nervous, after all, the seemingly young man in front of him was the true authority of the entire Order.
As a believer who went to the church to pray every time there was a service, the blacksmith had many complex emotions towards Chen Feng, a mix of gratitude, respect, and fear. Even though he was already a Silver Peak expert, his palms started to sweat.
Upon hearing Chen Feng’s inquiry, the blacksmith questioned his own craftsmanship for the first time. Compared to the confidence he felt when explaining his custom weapons to others, at this moment, he felt nervous and headache-ridden.
It’s the same old story, a famous figure of the Order stands before you, just like on TV, perhaps every word has a deeper meaning.
What if he says something wrong? Would he be punished?
He had just used his accumulated wealth to buy a two-story small building in the center of the city. You see, that’s one of the few areas in the Order with electricity. After more than a year of darkness, he had finally re-experienced the unique charm of "light" and "electricity".
Besides... his newly married wife was already pregnant. After an examination by the treatment department, the baby was very healthy and was a born Awakened. If nothing went wrong, his life would get better and better, maybe even ascend into what was known as high society.
The blacksmith’s initial unease turned into a worried grimace. He didn’t want to lose it all. He secretly made up his mind that even if things really messed up, he would sincerely admit his mistake, minimizing any bad impressions.
Chen Feng observed the blacksmith’s reaction but did not reveal any unnecessary expressions on his face.
He feared himself greatly.
For the majority of the residents, his name was synonymous with authority. He was no longer the young man from before who bought a Hellhound with all his assets, but someone who held the lives of millions and the authority of the entire Order.
It’s lonely at the top, perhaps that’s the feeling.
At Chen Feng’s position, it’s hard to enjoy the so-called friendship and equal treatment anymore because when anyone faces him, the first thought is the Master of the Order, not the name Chen Feng.
In fact, Chen Feng was very satisfied with this weapon. A blacksmith with only Silver Peak strength had actually replicated the Endless Sword to such an extent. From craftsmanship to materials, it was done with such precision that it could pass for the real thing.
The weapon’s ores were made of refined iron and Mithril from the Abyss, minerals not found in the Human World. These resources were not rare in the Abyss and were not difficult to acquire. However, to give the sword a fire attribute, Chen Feng’s blood was the most critical material!
The most terrifying attribute of the Endless Sword is the fire. To add a burning effect, a large amount of fire-attribute blood must be added.
During the crafting process, they also used some beast and insect blood, but the weapon’s burning intensity was not strong. It was effective on ordinary people, but professionals could already be immune to most of it. In this situation, Chen Feng had to try using his own blood.
Perhaps it was because his body had been transformed into a Blazing Demon, that when Chen Feng dripped his blood into the Longsword, it added a "fire poison" damage when cutting through enemies’ skin. Even Silver Tier professionals, if not treated promptly, would suffer from organ failure and die.
Moreover, this replica had many small blood grooves. When slashing the opponent, it could effectively cause the enemy’s blood to flow faster. Obviously, the manufacturer put a lot of effort into making this.
"The quality of this weapon is excellent. You’ve exceeded my task requirements. I heard your child is about to be born?" Chen Feng placed the Longsword aside and spoke to the blacksmith.
"This weapon... is... yes... the due date is next month."
The blacksmith loved his work but loved his family even more. When doomsday struck, he had already lost a loved one. As he emerged from difficulty and faced his second chance in life, he cherished and protected it more.
Even though the blacksmith was very focused on Chen Feng’s evaluation of the weapon, when mentioned about his child in the latter half of the sentence, his attention was immediately diverted.
"I’ve looked at your profile. You’ve always been diligent. Even when working solo, you paid most of your taxes to the Order. Take my letter of instruction to the Priest and have her arrange a blessing for your child."
As soon as Chen Feng finished speaking, the blacksmith fell to his knees with a thud, now appearing thankful and overwhelmed instead of nervous.
As a representative of the Church, Chen Feng had invested countless resources in Li Siyu, who had recently lived up to expectations and advanced to the Golden Tier!
With the rise in her realm and mastery of the power of light, Li Siyu reached new heights. The so-called blessing, a "Divine Baptism", could eliminate bodily ailments, essentially a kind of divine technique akin to rebirth, especially effective for infants.
This technique required immense power; hence, after performing it, Li Siyu needed a three-week rest. But rarity begets value, and it was precisely because of this that receiving her blessing was an immense honor.
This signified that the blacksmith’s child would be marked with the Church’s label at birth, explaining why he was so excited!
For a loyal believer, this was simply Chen Feng’s acknowledgment of himself and his child.
"Alright, stand up. As long as you work well, I won’t treat any of you unfairly. Also, you seem to like having Ogres as apprentices?"
Chen Feng asked as he looked into the blacksmith’s eyes.
The blacksmith stood up from the ground, still showing signs of excitement. He took a few deep breaths before speaking: "Ogres may look terrifying, but their arm strength is incredible. Even professionals of the same tier don’t have such abundant strength. Crafting this weapon was half their credit."
"Is that so?" Chen Feng pondered for a moment and then said, "I’ll expand your blacksmith shop and assign thirty Ogres to work under you. My only request is to craft fifty replicas like this in two months. Do you have the confidence?"
"Fifty?" This clearly exceeded the blacksmith’s workload, but thinking about the new batch of "unicorn arms" joining his ranks and the joyous news of his child being blessed, he nodded vigorously, responding: "I think... I can!"
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