The Bronzebeard Master is about 1.4 meters tall, with brown and gray-white hair mixed with eyes, big red rosacea, and red skin on his cheekbones. I don’t know if it was because of long-term iron fucked by fire or because of excessive drinking. His half-brown and half-white beard was braided into neat braids, growing to his knees, and his rock-like muscles were thicker than those of other dwarfs. At this time, the Bronzebeard Master was carefully studying Chris’s giant sword, and his broad shoulders were trembling constantly because of excitement.

The Bronzebeard Master narrowed his eyes and made a whisper of surprise: "The artifact is really a artifact. Look at this pattern, this spirituality, this sword blade..."

Zhao Sicheng listened to the amazement of the Bronzebeard Master, and said in his heart: "As for it? Isn't it just a low-grade spiritual weapon? I'm so excited." This giant sword was just because Zhao Sicheng felt that his weapons were too low-level. As a generous master, he would improve the quality of the weapons to his subordinates.

After a while, Master Bronzebeard said in confusion: "But why does this giant sword look so familiar? It feels like it is my work." While saying that, he also flipped the hilt of the sword, and saw the words "Bronzebeard" clearly engraved with the words "Bronzebeard" in the text of the dwarfs. Master Bronzebeard was instantly depressed. Why didn't I remember at all that I forged a magical artifact? Then Master Bronzebeard entered a deep memory.

Looking at the six dwarfs who were stunned by the artifacts, Chris could only helplessly cough twice: "Cough, cough, Master Bronzebeard, Master Bronzebeard, come back to his senses, we are here to buy something!"

The Bronzebeard Master came to his senses and asked, "Chris Sword God? When did you come?"

Chris felt that he fell into the black abyss in an instant, "I finally found me. I was miserable and completely ignored." Although I was crying in my heart, I still looked as if nothing had happened on my face, showing his sword god's demeanor well. He said with a smile: "It's been here for a long time. I'll accompany the young master to buy ore and the bronze beard master. We are old friends, of course we will take care of your business."

"Young Master? Buy ore? Why do you buy ore?" The Bronzebeard Master was obviously still thinking about the source of the artifact and was not very focused.

Seeing that the Bronzebeard Master was still in a daze, Chris could only say heavily: "Buy ore to create magical artifacts."

"Artificial Artifact?" Master Bronzebeard was indeed much more awake when he heard the word "Artificial Artifact". Then he rushed to Chris, hugging Chris like an octopus, begging: "Chris Sword God, tell me where the artifact came from?" Hearing the tone of Master Bronzebeard like a resentful woman in the boudoir, Chris shivered.

The Bronzebeard Master barely reached Chris's chest, and his burly figure lay on Chris's body, which was indescribable. Chris smelled the ale on the Bronzebeard Master and the smell of sweat from the long-term ironwork, resisted the feeling of vomiting, and smiled stiffly: "My giant sword was transformed by the young master."

"Young Master! Where is the Young Master?" Master Bronzebeard asked in surprise, and hugged Chris even tighter with excitement. Chris pointed at Zhao Sicheng and said, "It's there."

When the Bronzebeard Master heard the answer, he finally left Chris's body. Chris secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The damn Bronzebeard almost ruined my perfect image of the sword god. Then he raised his heart to his throat again because he saw the Bronzebeard Master pounced towards Zhao Sicheng.
Chapter completed!