Old Hank sat in his rocking chair and looked at the dwarves who were looking at him respectfully. He seemed to be wondering if he should greet them.
He raised his eyebrows and directly shouted for the dwarves to move his equipment away.
This was because his original blacksmith shop was no longer of much use.
When Odom expanded the town, he built five large blacksmith workshops, which could accommodate hundreds of blacksmiths working at the same time. They could also exchange their experiences in working at the same time.
For example, how to massage fast, how to massage with pleasure, how to massage without pain, how to massage without bleeding…and so on…
The reason why these dwarves respected him was naturally because they had just found out that this human old man was actually a grandmaster-level blacksmith.
This concept was far more sincere to the dwarves than respecting the strong.
"Damn it, I was the only blacksmith in the town. I lived a good life, patted widows 'butts, and flirted with underage girls. I could do whatever I wanted. Now that more than a hundred of my peers have suddenly appeared, how am I supposed to live?”
Old Hank was very heartwarming. He scratched his bird-nest-like hair and looked unhappy. The reason why he could agree to William's invitation was because he was no longer as popular.
Fortunately, he could become one of the smithy owners.
"Owner? This name sounds quite high-end…"
In the past, the town rarely needed weapons and armor.
As a grandmaster-level blacksmith, he used a dragon-slaying saber to kill chickens. In the past, he could only help commoners forge some agricultural tools.
Therefore, many widows who did not want to spend money and were single would turn a blind eye to him taking advantage of them.
However, there were simply too many blacksmiths nowadays. In addition, there were many Master and even Grandmaster Blacksmiths that suddenly appeared, making him feel a great sense of danger.
The other mayor, Odom, had a head full of golden waves. He was handsome and handsome. Although he was short, his aura was extraordinary. He worked naked every day. His strong muscles had seduced many beautiful widows.
Old Hank was once the popular lover of the town's widows, so he naturally wanted to compete with him.
William came to the blacksmith room that was moving. He held a bottle of red wine worth 30 silver coins and came to visit an old acquaintance.
Old Hank.
He did not have any other surname, but his main class was a hidden class, the Holy Hammer Warrior.
This rare profession was very special, but it was very awesome. It could even be said to be famous.
However, there were many requirements to be able to specialize in this profession, and one of them was extremely abnormal.
That was, the secondary profession had to be Blacksmith, and the Blacksmith profession had to reach Grandmaster before it could be changed...
He asked.
How many players would not know about the hidden mission and would not give up their main class and instead force their life class to become a grandmaster before changing their class?
At the end of the Elf Era, before humans officially became the masters of the continent, there were once twelve Saints!
Each of them was a super expert who could destroy cities, countries, and the world.
In fact, the Holy Hammer Warrior was one of them.
William had estimated that the Holy Hammer Warriors relied solely on their equipment…
However, he did not know how this fellow with only an Epic bloodline obtained such an inheritance.
In any case, this old fellow's background was a secret and he never made a move. Ever since Border Town was destroyed and he joined the Iron Dukedom, he would either go around drinking or drinking.
After the Iron Dukedom was destroyed by the dark creatures, he followed the players into the kingdom and was still active in the players 'eyes.
"Hmm, how should I put it? Not all players can kill the Boss, and not all players can get to know the Dwarf Race and obtain high-level equipment or even Epic equipment.
However, Old Hank was an NPC who would not reject anything. As long as he had enough money, wine, and materials, he could forge Gold, Dark Gold, and even Epic equipment.
" This kind of person is like an NPC specially arranged by the game officials so that the players won't lose confidence in obtaining equipment…" William played until he died in his previous life, but he had never experienced Old Hank's side mission.
Perhaps his mission was completed by someone else, but Old Hank was definitely an old guy who followed the version and never died.
In terms of life-saving abilities, he was much more impressive than Moses, the all-elemental Great Mage…
In Gods, there were many grades of equipment. Comparatively speaking, the difference in attributes between Epic and Legendary equipment was not too big. Only some special effects were the most precious.
Every stage had its own high-level equipment.
For example, before William reached level 40, he was already a beginner professional.
Be it Basic, Intermediate, or Advanced professionals, they all had Epic and Legendary equipment of the same level.
However, leveling up within Level 40 was too fast. It would be a waste to get high-level materials to forge low-level equipment…
This was also one of the reasons why William did not pursue more awesome equipment.
The most important thing was…
It was a series of extremely complicated missions to obtain the information of a legendary equipment. As long as you failed even one of them, you would never be able to obtain the legendary equipment.
Even if he wanted to sell the information, the mission conditions would change…
Even if you were fated to complete this series of missions, the moment you obtained the legendary equipment, you were already about to break through to the next stage.
Therefore, in the game of Gods, it was best not to pursue Legendary equipment in the early stages of the game. The real top players would only get an Epic weapon and a set of decent equipment.
"However, as a Legendary Boss, how could I not have a Legendary set?”William threw the red wine to Old Hank and said,""Hey, there's wine to drink, iron bars to drink, and a grandmaster-level blacksmith to exchange experience. Why are you still so unhappy?”
Old Hank rolled his eyes, stood up, and leaned forward slightly."My lord, you might not know…"
"Don't say anything. I know!" William stopped him from talking nonsense. He walked to his side and whispered a few words to Old Hank. When Old Hank heard it, his eyes lit up and he even licked the saliva at the corner of his mouth.
He grabbed William's arm excitedly and asked,""Really? We're just a small town?”
William frowned." In half a year, it will be a town. By then, it will have a population of tens of thousands. It will be considered a small city!”
"That's good. My lord, you've done a good job. I suddenly feel full of energy.”
"I'll be full of strength in half a year. I'm afraid that if we build a brothel now, those guys who are expanding the town won't have the strength to work.”William shrugged helplessly.
Brothels were better left alone than blocked. The hunger of single men far exceeded the imagination of ordinary people.
There were no short videos in this era.
The novel spread very slowly.
As for the picture? This thing would usually not be seen for too long before it would be stained with a layer of sticky liquid with a strange smell, which greatly affected the senses and vision.
So...
Brothels were a necessity for men in this era.
William had no choice. He did not know how the game had passed the review…
It was that awesome…
However, the fact that only 18-year-olds and above were allowed to play the game seemed to imply that this was an adult game…
As the lord, he did not need to force anyone. As long as the brothel was opened, there would often be women from the two neighboring duchies who would be willing to do the job.
Some people in Border Town would also go to the brothels of the other two duchies to look for work...
After all, it wasn't easy for acquaintances to meet…
As for Old Hank, the women only needed to spread their legs and lie on the bed.
In less than two minutes, Old Hank would definitely lean against the headboard, and he might even pick up an after-action cigarette and sigh that he was still as strong as he used to be.
A prostitute would pay 4 out of 5 silver coins, and he would earn 1 silver coin in 2 minutes. What could be easier to earn than this?
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