Chapter 7: Unconventional Casting

Rui did not lie. In fact, this young man who was a little dull, didn't know how to lie. Both him and those demon casting masters were "invited" to Miluo Reservoir by the white robed mage to stay temporarily, and then he was sent to the mysterious dungeon after a while. After being rescued, several demon casting masters quickly said goodbye and left, only Rui remained with An Ruoran's side...

"It's good, so I won't run over to find him." According to An Ruoran's original idea, he planned to take the time to find Rui, and then give him some casting materials, just as if he had completed the "Victor" task. However, Rui didn't care much about the precious materials. He hesitated to ask An Ruoran if he could stay for a few months and learn some casting experience.

"This..." An Ruoran frowned slightly and looked at Jun'an by the bonfire. It seemed that the act of Victor himself had begun to be understood by more and more people. Since this was the case, it might be a good thing to confess earlier. After pondering for a while, he patted Rui on the shoulder and said helplessly: "Okay, Rui, I want to tell you something--but speak first, if you want to hit me, you are not allowed to slap in the face!"

A few minutes later, when he heard An Ruoran's story, he was stunned, obviously not believing that this would happen to him. But what An Ruoran expected was that after gradually coming back to his senses, Rui did not seem very angry. Instead, he looked at him with a careful look and whispered: "So Mr. An, is the promise you said before still valid? I mean, can I still learn some casting experience with you? Although you are not Master Victor, you have inherited his casting technique after all, so if you can..."

"Is that true? If you don't dislike me, I have no objection." I was a little uneasy for vaguely deceiving the other party, so An Ruoran hesitated for a moment and nodded slightly. After a moment of pause, he handed Rui a piece of barbecue and introduced it as if nothing had happened: "Let's do this, I just plan to open a casting shop in the imperial capital. Why don't you help me and learn casting by the way - Well, there's a saying, learn war in war!"

If Rui could see through the essence of human beings, he would definitely see the fox tail shaking behind An Ruoran. But Rui was still a little too honest, so he not only did not see through An Ruoran's idea of ​​collecting free labor, but instead replied with a little gratitude: "Yes, that's the best. But I'm a little clumsy, I'm afraid..."

"Casting? This is not a good idea." But before Rui was humble, Via, who was combing Vivian's hair, suddenly stopped moving and whispered, "Andorra has always been a gathering place for magic casting masters. There are more than a dozen casting shops on Jill's Commercial Street alone. I'm afraid the pressure of competition will be great."

As Weiya said, the imperial capital Andorra has the strongest commercial trade channel in the entire continent, so it naturally attracted a large number of magic casting masters to come here to develop. On the one hand, magic casting masters can buy all the materials they want to buy here; on the other hand, their casting works can also be easily found by buyers. Therefore, after more than ten years of development, the imperial capital has already gathered a large number of magic casting masters, and in a popular saying: "A coconut falls down, it can hit three magic casting masters..."

In this case, the mere mid-level demon casting master planned to plunge into muddy water. What's the difference between this and running to the demon plane and shouting "Down with the Demon King"? So for a moment, everyone around the bonfire fell into silence. After a long time, Jun'an still coughed a little embarrassedly and advised: "Mr. An, if you want to make money or improve your casting skills, you might as well join my mansion."

"No need, I still prefer self-reliance." An Ruoran smiled and rejected his kindness, and then fell into his own thinking. Artest held a few pieces of barbecue, but his thoughtful eyes kept falling on Jun'an. The fifth prince knew very well that even though his third brother was a social expert who spoke clichés, his invitation just now came from the heart. So, what potential does this young magic caster have to get...

"Actually, it is not very difficult to gain a foothold among so many casting businesses." As if answering Artest's doubts, An Ruoran slowly raised his head and faced everyone's astonished eyes, "Everything is like this, just make a new and surprising thing. Since there are so many casting businesses, then I will try to take an unconventional route and create a unique treasure."

"Unconventional Qibao?" Everyone looked at each other, only Weiya seemed to guess something, and smiled and pursed her lips. An Ruoran was not busy explaining, first untied the blue belt from Vivian's waist, and then took out the magic typewriter from the space ring: "The so-called unconventional is to make it impossible for people to have nothing to do, and to create Qibao that others cannot imagine or do. For example, these two works..."

As he said this, he had a little concealed it for everyone. Compared to the rainy pear blossom needle that he had seen in the battle just now, the appearance of the magic typewriter was obviously more sensational. Junan could not hide his astonishment expression, and slowly stroked his chin and said, "Mr. An, I heard that you were making a big splash at the casting competition, and you rely on this!"

In fact, there is no need for An Ruoran to say anything. Everyone has already noticed the special value of these two Qibaos. The former is an excellent weapon to defeat the strong with the weak, while the latter can even bring about changes in mainland culture. Just from these two Qibaos, what An Ruoran said is not a bragging, at least it has achieved the level of having no one and no one.

"But this is just the beginning. I want the Qibao I created to be close to every aspect of the continent." An Ruoran seemed to think this was not enough, so he simply boasted without blushing, "Fighting, life, daily necessities, enjoyment, economy, culture... can introduce Qibao at these levels, so that we magic casters can do a great job."

As if he was afraid that others would not believe it, he pointed at Jun'an and smiled and said, "Take your highness as an example, I guess you must often pursue beauty. So, if you bring the constant temperature cheongsam I cast for you, what will happen? In addition, I am considering making a kind of skin-moisturizing jewelry recently to make the water essence in the jewelry moisturize the skin. How much will those noble ladies spend to buy it?"

Let's put aside the stunned Junan, as a woman, Weiya showed a longing look, as if she was imagining the effect of wearing this skin-moisturizing jewelry. But before she could ask, An Ruoran had turned to Artest directly and was stared at by his fanatical gaze. The poor fifth prince couldn't help but chill, and the barbecue in her hand hit the ground.

"Eh, what's your expression? Your Highness, you often participate in wars, so do you want to buy my casting works?" An Ruoran patted Artest of the dazed chicken and waved his hand with confidence. "If I remember correctly, the powerful crossbows on the mainland can only fire one arch arrow, but for me, I can create ten arch arrows that fire in succession..."

"I'll buy it, I want as much as I want!" Before An Ruoran finished speaking, Artest, who was like a stone statue, had already shouted loudly, and at the same time, hesitated to the ground with a red face. Everyone looked at this scene thoughtfully, and Naya had already touched his chin thoughtfully and said hesitantly: "Well, do you think this posture is very ambiguous? I remember when I was a magic dragon back then, I heard that there would be a transcendent friendship between men..."

The two men who were riding style blushed and they hurriedly separated, but Artest looked at An Ruoran's gaze and the degree of burning was no less than Junan. Seeing this, Junan suddenly coughed lightly and smiled and said, "Mr. An, it takes a lot of money to open a casting business. I heard that you are a little shy. If you don't mind, I can invest..."

"Third brother, why bother with this kind of thing? It's better for me." Before Junan finished speaking, Artest interrupted as if nothing had happened, and took the opportunity to put An Ruoran's shoulder and said, "Mr. An, I have been fighting on the border for many years, and I have accumulated more than 100,000 gold coins around me but I don't know how to spend it. If you don't mind, I will..."

In a moment, the two originally friendly princes had become full of gunpowder because of who invested. After a few minutes of arguing, Junan suddenly patted Artest's shoulder and laughed in a low voice: "We two brothers are really interesting. The main leader didn't even speak, so we started arguing first. Mr. An, say something, who do you think is more suitable for us?"

"Oh, this is not a girl to spend the night. What do I think who is suitable?" An Ruoran touched his chin in distress, thinking about how to find an excuse to reject both parties. And just when he was extremely embarrassed, Wei Ya, who was combing Vivian's hair, smiled and said softly: "Two Your Highnesses, I'm afraid you are all one step slower. In fact, on behalf of the Silver Star Merchants Group, I have provided Mr. An with a loan of 200,000 gold coins, so..."

"That's right, so I have enough funds, so I can only let down the good intentions of the two high men." An Ruoran breathed a sigh of relief, wishing to hug Weiya and kiss her to express his gratitude. Junan and Artest looked at each other, and finally sighed at the same time: "That's the case, then there's nothing I can do."

As he said this, the two high men stood up angrily and walked away with a little tit-for-tat. An Ruoran gently patted his chest, closed his palms to Weiya and thanked him: "Miss Weiya, I really want to thank you for your help, but you shouldn't be joking about the loan of 200,000 gold coins!"

"Loan? What loan?" Weiya asked in confusion, as if she suddenly suffered from amnesia. But seeing An Ruoran's frowning face, she finally couldn't help but smile and pursed her lips and said softly: "There is no loan, but I can invest in your casting company. In addition, the constant temperature cheongsam and skin moisturizing jewelry you just mentioned..."

"No problem, this is wrapped around me!" An Ruoran was overjoyed when he heard this and couldn't help but hold Weiya's slender hand. He looked at him with a slight angrily, and Weiya was slightly flushed and she also took the opportunity to pull out the slender hand: "Mr. An, I still say the same thing - if you don't plan to go into politics, just set aside some distance from these two Your Highnesses."

"I understand, just keep a close relationship." An Ruoran smiled and turned to look at the two men who were gradually moving away. As if he felt the gaze behind him, Junan and Artest stopped at the same time, and looked back thoughtfully...

"Atai, would you still choose to fight me this time?" After a few seconds of silence, Junan suddenly put away his smile and asked with a rare solemn look. Artest grinned and scratched his head awkwardly, but he also agreed that he would fight. A gust of night wind blew, Junan suddenly smiled and slowly patted Artest's shoulder and said, "Okay, let me see if you have learned to use your brain, and Mr. An is a good alchemy stone..."

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