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Chapter 1065, Do you want to die?
In terms of weapons, the bronze spear is more suitable for his own attack style.
This dagger is more suitable for melee professions, such as thieves or wanderers.
Wu Heng looked at the weapon and even suspected that the strange objects thrown in during the smelting process were too mixed or too negative, which led to the smelting of such a dagger that looked not very decent.
After all, judging from the first piece of armor, the strange objects thrown in will also have an impact on the smelted "finished product".
"How's the effect?" Glenda floated to his side and asked curiously.
The other three ghosts also looked over.
Xiaoxiao had been complaining for a while and was quite dissatisfied with this newly smelted weapon.
"A sword that can absorb the target's flesh, blood, and soul, and feed back to the holder..." Wu Heng briefly explained the effect.
"It's quite effective." The Queen nodded. "Let's see who in the Island Master's Mansion can use the dagger and give it to them."
"Sister Luo Bei, she used a dagger." Xiao Xiao immediately interrupted.
The queen shook her head and said, "Robe's level is too low. This kind of weapon won't be very effective in her hands. Isn't there one of the wood elf sisters who wields a long sword and a short sword? If she can become a hero, you can give it to her."
"Oh! Sister Xiaoye also uses a dagger." Xiaoxiao held her chin, "Although she can't beat uncle, she is still pretty good."
Glenda pondered for a moment and said, "Judging from these two smeltings, the return rate of rare items is very high."
He roughly calculated in his mind, "The value of the rare item I invested this time is within 500 gold coins, but the dagger is very effective. If it is sold at the auction of the Snake Emblem Consortium, it will definitely exceed gold coins."
Wu Heng and the other three ghosts also raised their brows.
"Even without counting the first piece of scale armor," Glenda concluded with a smile, "this one alone has almost paid for itself. If it can be used later, it's guaranteed to be a profit."
The value of the first piece of scale armor is impossible to calculate, after all, it used several "important" artifacts of the Holy See.
If it is not melted, it will be sold back to the Vatican, and the Vatican will definitely buy it back at any price.
The value cannot be calculated.
But the second dagger is a guaranteed profit considering the materials invested and the value of the dagger.
Moreover, if it is put up for auction, the 2,500 gold spent previously can be almost earned back.
If similar rare items appear later, you can still make money.
Of course, the purpose of this time is to transform useless rare objects into something that one can use. For Treasure Island, money is irrelevant.
"Well, what you said makes sense." Wu Heng nodded, put away the dagger, and took out all the remaining strange objects.
"Is it enough for one more time?" Benny asked.
"It's just enough! If it's not enough, I'll go to the market again tomorrow to raid it." Wu Heng said, throwing the remaining strange objects into the magma.
As the rare items were swallowed up by the lava, progress began to increase.
In the end, the progress on Molten Core stopped at 97.6%.
At this moment, the flames on the Molten Core were bright and boiling, active and hot.
Glenda said, "That's about it!"
Wu Heng stood still, his eyes fixed on the fireball, a gambler's enthusiasm rising in his heart. "The first two are guaranteed, I want to take a gamble on the rest."
The four ghosts looked at each other.
"What are you betting on?" asked the queen.
"We don't have enough materials. We'll go to the market tomorrow to buy some more and try to make further progress," Wu Heng said.
Glenda floated over and asked, "Are you sure?"
"I'm a little confident, but the opportunity is rare." Wu Heng replied, then walked out with the four ghosts.
When I walked out of the door, it was already completely dark.
The dusk was deep, and the shadows of the mountains in the distance were like dormant beasts, while the torches nearby swayed in the wind, stretching the shadows of the guards from time to time.
At this moment, the dwarf official who had been responsible for sealing the gate came up quickly, a copper whistle hanging around his neck, and said, "Sir, do you want to seal it?"
Wu Heng nodded, "Seal it up!"
The dwarf blew the brass whistle, waved his hand, and shouted, "Seal the door!"
A sharp whistle echoed in the night, and the heavy metal hinges began to turn. The two heavy bronze doors slowly closed with a dull roar.
Wu Heng glanced at the guards who had been replaced in the distance and asked, "What are they doing over there?"
The dwarf with the copper whistle explained, "Don't worry, sir. This is just a normal guard rotation. To prevent anyone from being mentally disturbed by prolonged duty, the guards are rotated every once in a while, and today happens to be the day for the rotation."
Wu Heng raised his eyebrows. The Molten Core did not have any side effects that affected the mind. It was very likely that there were some strange objects placed around.
"Yeah!" Wu Heng responded, then got on the carriage and left.
Not long after Wu Heng left, the guards guarding the iron gate were also replaced.
A dwarf in armor and with a red beard looked at the gate and said, "Open the door! I'm going to check the Molten Core."
……
The night was as dark as ink, and the wind outside the window blew through the treetops, making a rustling sound.
Wu Heng returned to his residence and placed the two rare objects on the table.
The pitch-black dagger had a matte sheen and an uneven surface, as if it had been corroded. However, the scales on the other side were completely different, pure white like fresh snow. Each scale was carved with intricate patterns, and shone with a delicate luster under the candlelight.
"Try it on and try it on! It's not hot anymore." Glenda floated aside with an expectant smile in her eyes.
Wu Heng picked up the scales, which felt cool and flexible.
With his arms spread out, the entire set of scales slid down like water, covering his entire body.
The next second, the armor suddenly shrank, fitting tightly to every inch of skin, like a second layer of skin.
The originally loose scale armor instantly turned into a slim-fitting battle suit, making his figure look even more upright.
Wu Heng originally integrated the [body rhythm] of the elves, and now after being shaped like this, his slender body is even more elegant, and his muscle lines are smooth and powerful, like a carefully carved statue.
Glenda, the Empress, and Bernie's gazes all froze for a moment.
"Wow! Uncle seems to have grown scales!" Xiaoxiao floated around Wu Heng and clapped her hands excitedly.
Wu Heng picked up the mirror and looked at it carefully, a look of satisfaction flashing in his eyes, "Is he handsome?"
"He's handsome!" Xiao Xiao immediately praised, "He looks like Aquaman in the movie."
"Don't watch those melodramatic dramas." Wu Heng waved his arms, his scales sheen gleaming like flowing water as he moved. "Tomorrow, I'll try to melt a pair of pants."
Glenda raised an eyebrow, her eyes flicking subtly over his lower body. "Is it also something that fits the body like this? Wouldn't it be a little too...conspicuous?"
Wu Heng choked, feeling that wearing tight pants to fight was indeed inappropriate, but he still said stubbornly: "Don't worry about it, we young people all dress like this."
Xiao Xiao cheered from the side, "That's right! Superman's outfit is even more exaggerated."
"Yes, Superman, what are you talking about? There are also people wearing tiger skin skirts!" Wu Heng also said.
Glenda glared at the two of them, one big and one small, and said, "Then wear it."
After a while of commotion, the night grew darker.
Wu Heng distributed the dolls and tablets to the ghosts and went into the inner room.
Lying on the bed, he took out his cell phone, tapped the screen with his fingertips, and sent a message to Lilith.
"I melted down a new piece of gear today. It's ridiculously cool. I'll wear it for you next time."
Soon, the screen lit up, "Oh? How handsome?"
Wu Heng's fingers typed rapidly, "Xiao Xiao praised me for being like a royal family in a movie!"
"Okay then. When I get back, I'll check to see if I'm bragging."
Wu Heng looked at the screen, the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised, and he chatted for a few more words before saying good night.
After putting down the phone, the house returned to silence, while the sound of a movie playing could be heard faintly in the outer room.
I closed my eyes and gradually fell into a deep sleep.
……
Next door, Letili's room.
Letili was lying on the bed, breathing evenly, and had fallen asleep.
The moonlight filtered through the gauze curtains, casting a hazy glow on her golden hair, like a fragile dream.
Glenda and the Empress appeared silently at the bedside and exchanged a look.
The surroundings suddenly became hazy, and she quietly entered Letili's dream.
It was dusk on the Treasure Island in the dream, and the setting sun dyed the White Stone Square in the central area amber.
The sea breeze blew by, carrying the fragrance of flowers. Letili stood by the fountain, looking around with puzzled eyes, and her mind was in a trance for a moment.
Wu Heng stood opposite her and said with a smile, "Thank you for your hard work. You've walked with me for such a long time."
Letili reacted immediately.
He and Wu Heng had finished their journey to the dwarf territory and returned to Treasure Island.
"My lord..." Letili called softly, the sound of her heartbeat in her chest almost deafening.
She looked up at the other person, her pupils trembling slightly, and she bit her red lips lightly, as if she was about to pour out her long-suppressed feelings in the next second.
"Wu Heng, you're back!"
A clear voice suddenly rang out.
Shannara came in a gorgeous dress, accompanied by Viola, the wood elf sisters, and many maids from the island owner's mansion.
These people instantly surrounded Wu Heng. Amidst the chattering of concern, Letili was silently pushed to the edge of the crowd.
"Did you encounter any trouble on the way?"
"What new things did you bring back this time?"
"Master, dinner is ready..."
Wu Heng was surrounded by people and could only turn around and give Letili an apologetic smile. "I'm going back first. If you have anything, come to the Island Master's Mansion to find me."
Letili's fingertips dug deep into her palm.
He opened his mouth, but in the end, all he could say was, "...Yes, sir."
The crowd gradually moved away, but Letili still stood in the sunset, silently watching the other party leave.
Glenda and Niangniang exited the dream and left through the wall.
Not long after, Letili suddenly woke up from her dream. She looked around and realized that she was dreaming again.
From some previous sweet dreams of intimate contact, this time it wasn’t so good.
Taking a deep breath, Letili's eyes became more determined again. "If I go back, I won't have a chance. I must succeed this time."
……
The next day, early morning.
The morning mist had not yet dissipated, and in the West City Market, dwarf vendors were yawning as they set up their stalls.
Wu Heng led the four ghosts through the crowd and set up a simple wooden table in the corner.
Then he took out a loudspeaker, flipped a switch, and a voice shouted from inside, "I'm buying rare items, 50 gold coins each! Broken rare items are 2 gold coins each! I'll close the stall after you buy them."
The hawking sounds from the loudspeakers instantly drowned out the noise of the market, and all pairs of eyes looked over.
"It's those guys again!"
"Yesterday, only those four women came to collect the rare items, especially that little girl, who kept touching them randomly."
"Why is there a man today?"
"They're obviously a family!"
Many people gathered together and discussed in low voices.
Wu Heng's loudspeaker called out twice, and the dwarf at the next stall rapped his knuckles on Wu Heng's desk. "50 gold? Do you think you're collecting junk? The market price is 70 gold!"