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Mercenary Corps (Clan), "Wu (Bu) Hitter (Bu)".
It's a game, a group of mercenaries (clans) said to be the most specialized in weapons blacksmiths in the clan clan.
The Mercenary Corps (Clan) has a total of 74 members.
All of the constituents, without exception, possess some kind of weapon-generating craftsmanship skills. Except for rare drops from dungeon drops and monsters at the moment, they have a reputation that asking this mercenary regiment (clan) is the shortest way to get the highest weapon.
"This is the Mercenary Regiment (Clan), the workshop of the Battlefighters..."
I was supposed to head to the home of such a famous mercenary regiment (clan) alone. Shit, when I got there, my hips pulled.
Because the workshop of "The Martial Striker" was located in a town with a thriving mining industry called "The Mine District of Greldi". There are only mines nearby where mercenaries (players) can collect minerals, and there are many mercenaries (players) with skills such as blacksmiths.
Set up shops and workshops here, train iron and other things to sell weapons and protective equipment.
Even when it comes to the sanctuary (Mecca) of such mercenaries (players), it is not an exaggeration. The mercenary regiment (clan) "Hundred Rides Night Trip" home point, unrelated to blacksmiths, is also a golden measure if it sells ore, so there was something to keep an eye out for in the amount of people who registered in this town.
Mercenary (player) population is not the only one.
Unlike the pioneering city of Michelangelo, which I make home, there are overwhelmingly large groups of buildings made of stone. Is it because there are many mercenaries (players) who deal with fire, not much wooden architecture? In addition to that, this town, which has a lot of work to do to train iron, has grey smoke rising from there. Thanks to this, the town has an overall, dim atmosphere.
It's just not the kind of thing that's never lively either.
To negotiate the purchase of weapons, call the reseller. From every workshop we hear a high impact sound of hammers working out iron and beating it. Intermittent tones echo through the street, creating a sort of songwriting atmosphere.
Voices spoken by craftsmen about which materials can make quality weapons, which weapons can become mainstream, what the strongest weapons are at the end of the day.
Miscellaneous hustle and bustle, all of them with ash mist (or) and warm air.
Beneath the ashes was indeed a smoky (dull) spark, red and hot.
It feels as if you are feeling the enthusiasm of armies and soldiers gathered on the battlefield, directly on your skin.
Much more than Michelangelo, the lair of the desolates.
In this town, which smells like that, I look up at a square bungalow made of martial bones.
"This is the workshop of interest, I'm sure... big"
George is friends with the mercenary captain here, and it makes sense that I'm coming.
Nothing should go wrong.
But I still hesitate.
Ever since I got to this town, I've been thinking about the discomfort.
That means I'm way out of place.
Few women mercenaries (players) are found in this town, where men with artisanal temperaments are likely to walk wide (cool). Not to mention the fact that the chick is walking alone, which I guess is a rare reflection.
I didn't get spoken to until I got here, but I felt a number of gazes that made me laugh at this one, like seeing colors.
"You're like a lady, on what whim are you in this town?
"If you're here chilled, I'll chill your liver until it's freezing."
"Well, I'm not even drowsy"
You're dreaming that we can easily take on your daughter's favors.
"Keep the flower garden in your head."
All along, I learned silent intimidation from them.
But I have no choice but to come this far and turn back.
"Nothing wrong...... should"
I won't get ready.
On time, no. It came on 10 minutes ago.
As advised by George (Okama), he also brings two handmade (Miyagi) metals produced by alchemy.
George tells me that The Great Old Marquis of the Millennial Blacksmith only makes weapons on Favorite Mercenaries (players), which are common in famous artisan mercenaries (players).
The personality seems silent anyway.
Maybe he's a difficult person.
Besides, there are a number of mercenaries (players) in the workshop with whom they are constantly building weapons.
High hurdles.
But I never set foot in the workshop.
"Excuse me......!
Hot air flutters and swings forehead.
Unexpectedly, I'm about to flaunt my face at that kind of heat, but I stop at the inches. Because the mercenaries (players) who heat iron hard, hit it, and immerse themselves in the work saw this one with chills. Some of them have their mouths half-opened with pokans, and they're looking at me.
But they quickly refocused on the work, and a few of them walked over here with their hips up. There are six of them in total, and more or less mercenaries (players) look like middle-aged men.
The only young male mercenary (player) in the middle of the group who looked like a twenty stood in front of me.
Probably the central figure of the group to observe from attitude.
Has a mercenary regiment (clan) vice president or executive style.
"What can I do for you, Martial Artist?"
He looks like a stubborn young man with a wrinkle between his eyebrows and just says he's a blacksmith.
And the moment I met my eyes, I almost broke that firm look, and after all the mouth, I bent to the letter to.
"When we talk about weapons requests, it's Tallo, who made a promise."
"Uh, you... of George's introduction..."
"Yes, I'm busy today, thank you"
"Yes, no... I say Gencrow. My parents are waiting in the deepest workshop..."
Mr. Genklow said that from top to bottom, looking back over and over again.
The surrounding people also observe to intimidate this one with a very sinister look.
"Yes..."
Blah, I was embarrassed to be seen so openly.
But George said, the craftsman sees his client's gear. In some cases, the gear I'm wearing may determine whether or not to take the request. So I'm not the one who can greet you with handless gear to get you to build a knife.
'Besides, no, a witch's clothing would look good on a knife, too. Angel Cucumber, you can light his willingness to create, I'm sure.'
That's why I'm wearing a fox ear tail and yet challenging this occasion with a witch outfit.
It's a game, a group of mercenaries (clans) said to be the most specialized in weapons blacksmiths in the clan clan.
The Mercenary Corps (Clan) has a total of 74 members.
All of the constituents, without exception, possess some kind of weapon-generating craftsmanship skills. Except for rare drops from dungeon drops and monsters at the moment, they have a reputation that asking this mercenary regiment (clan) is the shortest way to get the highest weapon.
"This is the Mercenary Regiment (Clan), the workshop of the Battlefighters..."
I was supposed to head to the home of such a famous mercenary regiment (clan) alone. Shit, when I got there, my hips pulled.
Because the workshop of "The Martial Striker" was located in a town with a thriving mining industry called "The Mine District of Greldi". There are only mines nearby where mercenaries (players) can collect minerals, and there are many mercenaries (players) with skills such as blacksmiths.
Set up shops and workshops here, train iron and other things to sell weapons and protective equipment.
Even when it comes to the sanctuary (Mecca) of such mercenaries (players), it is not an exaggeration. The mercenary regiment (clan) "Hundred Rides Night Trip" home point, unrelated to blacksmiths, is also a golden measure if it sells ore, so there was something to keep an eye out for in the amount of people who registered in this town.
Mercenary (player) population is not the only one.
Unlike the pioneering city of Michelangelo, which I make home, there are overwhelmingly large groups of buildings made of stone. Is it because there are many mercenaries (players) who deal with fire, not much wooden architecture? In addition to that, this town, which has a lot of work to do to train iron, has grey smoke rising from there. Thanks to this, the town has an overall, dim atmosphere.
It's just not the kind of thing that's never lively either.
To negotiate the purchase of weapons, call the reseller. From every workshop we hear a high impact sound of hammers working out iron and beating it. Intermittent tones echo through the street, creating a sort of songwriting atmosphere.
Voices spoken by craftsmen about which materials can make quality weapons, which weapons can become mainstream, what the strongest weapons are at the end of the day.
Miscellaneous hustle and bustle, all of them with ash mist (or) and warm air.
Beneath the ashes was indeed a smoky (dull) spark, red and hot.
It feels as if you are feeling the enthusiasm of armies and soldiers gathered on the battlefield, directly on your skin.
Much more than Michelangelo, the lair of the desolates.
In this town, which smells like that, I look up at a square bungalow made of martial bones.
"This is the workshop of interest, I'm sure... big"
George is friends with the mercenary captain here, and it makes sense that I'm coming.
Nothing should go wrong.
But I still hesitate.
Ever since I got to this town, I've been thinking about the discomfort.
That means I'm way out of place.
Few women mercenaries (players) are found in this town, where men with artisanal temperaments are likely to walk wide (cool). Not to mention the fact that the chick is walking alone, which I guess is a rare reflection.
I didn't get spoken to until I got here, but I felt a number of gazes that made me laugh at this one, like seeing colors.
"You're like a lady, on what whim are you in this town?
"If you're here chilled, I'll chill your liver until it's freezing."
"Well, I'm not even drowsy"
You're dreaming that we can easily take on your daughter's favors.
"Keep the flower garden in your head."
All along, I learned silent intimidation from them.
But I have no choice but to come this far and turn back.
"Nothing wrong...... should"
I won't get ready.
On time, no. It came on 10 minutes ago.
As advised by George (Okama), he also brings two handmade (Miyagi) metals produced by alchemy.
George tells me that The Great Old Marquis of the Millennial Blacksmith only makes weapons on Favorite Mercenaries (players), which are common in famous artisan mercenaries (players).
The personality seems silent anyway.
Maybe he's a difficult person.
Besides, there are a number of mercenaries (players) in the workshop with whom they are constantly building weapons.
High hurdles.
But I never set foot in the workshop.
"Excuse me......!
Hot air flutters and swings forehead.
Unexpectedly, I'm about to flaunt my face at that kind of heat, but I stop at the inches. Because the mercenaries (players) who heat iron hard, hit it, and immerse themselves in the work saw this one with chills. Some of them have their mouths half-opened with pokans, and they're looking at me.
But they quickly refocused on the work, and a few of them walked over here with their hips up. There are six of them in total, and more or less mercenaries (players) look like middle-aged men.
The only young male mercenary (player) in the middle of the group who looked like a twenty stood in front of me.
Probably the central figure of the group to observe from attitude.
Has a mercenary regiment (clan) vice president or executive style.
"What can I do for you, Martial Artist?"
He looks like a stubborn young man with a wrinkle between his eyebrows and just says he's a blacksmith.
And the moment I met my eyes, I almost broke that firm look, and after all the mouth, I bent to the letter to.
"When we talk about weapons requests, it's Tallo, who made a promise."
"Uh, you... of George's introduction..."
"Yes, I'm busy today, thank you"
"Yes, no... I say Gencrow. My parents are waiting in the deepest workshop..."
Mr. Genklow said that from top to bottom, looking back over and over again.
The surrounding people also observe to intimidate this one with a very sinister look.
"Yes..."
Blah, I was embarrassed to be seen so openly.
But George said, the craftsman sees his client's gear. In some cases, the gear I'm wearing may determine whether or not to take the request. So I'm not the one who can greet you with handless gear to get you to build a knife.
'Besides, no, a witch's clothing would look good on a knife, too. Angel Cucumber, you can light his willingness to create, I'm sure.'
That's why I'm wearing a fox ear tail and yet challenging this occasion with a witch outfit.
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