"Kid, I don't know anyone nad Jamie. You should just go back to wherever you ca from." the short old man said, lifting his smoking pipe and taking a deep drag before exhaling a ring of smoke.
Charles frowned, he didn't want to leave just yet, especially since he hadn't seen the orange-quality disguise item that Jamie Dean had ntioned.
However, this old man was quite strange. Charles could keenly sense that when he ntioned Jamie's na, the old man clearly exhibited so resistance.
Thinking of this, Charles had to change his approach. He began to carefully observe the inside of the shop. He saw an array of kitchen knives, iron pots, and scissors scattered everywhere, but there was a noticeable absence of weapons.
"Now that I'm here, why don't you introduce to so suitable weapons and equipnt?" Charles said slowly.
The short old man replied impatiently, "You've seen for yourself, I don't have any weapons here. At most, I have a few shields, and I doubt you'd be interested."
Charles nodded, bent down, and picked up a kitchen knife to examine it closely.
It was an ordinary-looking kitchen knife made from common steel alloy materials. Only when he held the knife did he realize how perfectly it fit in his hand.
From the balance to the angle of force, it was flawless.
As a senior blacksmith, Charles could tell at a glance that the person who forged this knife was no ordinary craftsman!
"Have you looked enough? If you like it, it's yours for a silver coin." the short old man waved his hand, eager to send Charles on his way.
Charles shook his head and placed the knife back where he found it.
When he looked up, he noticed that the old man, who had been so impatient, was now staring intently at him.
Instinctively, Charles looked down and saw that the [Mysterious Fragnt] he had been wearing was now sticking out from his clothing.
"Do you recognize this thing?" Charles asked slowly.
He realized that the old man's change in attitude seed to have started when he saw the [Mysterious Fragnt].
"Where did you get this?" the old man asked, sowhat irritated, as he casually tapped his pipe against the ground.
"My teacher gave it to and told to wear it all the ti." Charles replied.
"It must be that kid Ezra. I only gave him this thing because he asked for it. I didn't expect it was ant for you." the old man sighed.
Charles was surprised to learn that the [Mysterious Fragnt] his teacher Ezra had prepared for him actually ca from this old man.
While Charles was pondering this, the old man slowly said, "Let's get acquainted. Charles, my na is Wesley, just call Wes."
Charles suddenly raised his head and took off the [Inferior Disguise Mask] from his face, asking curiously, "Mr. Wesley, do you know ?"
Wesley smiled helplessly and said, "The na Charles, everyone in Genosha should know it, right?"
"I was curious about what Ezra needed this equipnt for when he ca to , but I didn't expect it was for you, the strongest genius in Genosha." Wesley added, taking another drag from his pipe.
He hadn't expected that this [Mysterious Fragnt], which was ant to help its user resist pollution and reduce [Spiritual sensitivity], would appear on Charles.
This ant that Charles possessed an unimaginable level of [Spiritual sensitivity]!
Moreover, Wesley could sense that the fragnt around Charles's neck was already doing its job!
"It seems this kid has run into those things in the past few days." Wesley thought to himself.
After a mont, he cautiously asked, "Where have you been recently? Have you encountered anything strange?"
Charles instinctively furrowed his brow. He began to consider the underlying significance of Wesley's question.
He had just recognized the [Mysterious Fragnt], and now he was asking such a question.
Could it be?
Charles glanced at the information prompt regarding the [Mysterious Fragnt].
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[Mysterious Fragnt [orange-quality]: Just a fragnt, yet it possesses unimaginable power. It allows the wearer to maintain a calm and peaceful mindset, along with other special effects.
Effects:Resist pollution and corrosion, reduce the wearer's Spiritual sensitivity. ]
In just a few breaths, Charles ford a rough, clear idea in his mind and slowly replied:
"I was wondering why so things felt familiar but I couldn't rember where or when I encountered them. Turns out it was because it was doing its job."
Wesley's eyes widened in shock as he looked at Charles, exclaiming, "Wait, how did you figure that out? Was it because of my question?"
Charles nodded. He had indeed realized from Wesley's question that the old man must have sensed the [Mysterious Fragnt] was at work.
"You really are as impressive as they say, an absolute monster." Wesley said slowly.
He noticed Charles reaching to remove the [Mysterious Fragnt] and quickly stopped him, saying, "No! Don't! You've finally managed to forget about those things, don't start rembering again. Your Beast Master level is too low to face those unspeakable horrors."
Charles gradually halted his movent. He looked up at Wesley and said helplessly, "Didn't you ask where I've been recently and if I encountered anything strange?"
"Funny enough, I t so odd people on the train to Flower Falls Gorge, and at the station, I felt a strange sense of familiarity."
Upon hearing Charles's words, Wesley gripped his pipe tightly, and due to the force, the muscles in his arms bulged. His breathing beca rapid as he stared at Charles in disbelief, asking with a serious expression, "At the station in Flower Falls?"
Wesley watched as Charles nodded.
He anxiously raised his pipe and took several strong puffs, exhaling a series of smoke rings that quickly filled the room.
"Wait until you take off that fragnt again, I need to prepare to help you shield yourself from those things' attention." Wesley said slowly.
Just then, two sets of footsteps suddenly approached the door, accompanied by a brazen voice that shouted:
"Old man, have you thought about what I asked you?"
The mont Charles sensed the footsteps, he quickly put the [Inferior Disguise Mask] back on.
Soon, a tall, confident young man strode in, followed by an expressionless middle-aged man.
Charles glanced at the middle-aged man, his pupils suddenly constricting before he regained his composure.
"I've told you before, I won't sell any weapons!" Wesley said impatiently.
"Hmph, I'm not negotiating with you. I'm the son of the lord of Flower Falls City. With a single command, this little blacksmith shop will be shut down. Think carefully before you speak to !" the young man scoffed disdainfully.
Upon hearing this, Charles beca curious. A lord of Flower Falls City wouldn't dare to directly threaten a master-level blacksmith, right?
Thinking this, he turned to glance at Wesley and realized that this arrogant young man must not be aware of Wesley's true identity.
"It seems Wesley wants to live a low-key life in Flower Falls City. No wonder he reacted so strongly against Jamie Dean when he learned I was introduced by him, claiming he didn't know him." Charles thought to himself.
"Sigh, do whatever you want. If you're confident, then go ahead." Wesley said helplessly.
He simply wanted to spend the last part of his life quietly, forging everyday items like kitchen knives, scissors, and iron pots, without getting dragged back into the world of Beast Masters.
This lord's son, nad Duffy, had been trying every way possible to get his hands on the purple-quality long sword ever since he found out it was in the blacksmith shop.
"Old man, don't be ungrateful. You're just a low-level blacksmith who can only forge useless kitchen knives. Hand over that long sword, and I'll give you a decent amount of gold coins so you won't have to forge these worthless things anymore." Duffy said impatiently.
As the son of the lord of Flower Falls City, there was nothing he desired that he couldn't have.
If he were in the central area of the city, he might have held back a bit and not threatened anyone directly.
But in the outskirts of Flower Falls City, especially in this impoverished area, he felt no need to hold back his words.
"I, Duffy, have already given you enough face. If you don't know how to appreciate it, don't bla for getting rough!" Duffy said with a dark expression.
He glanced at Charles, who was standing still nearby, feeling annoyed.
Why was there still this seemingly clueless guy here? Didn't he realize he should leave when things were about to get violent?
"Kid, what are you still doing here? Get lost, or you won't be able to escape later!" Duffy said, directing his gaze at Charles.
Charles nodded.
He knew Wesley would be fine, and he recognized the middle-aged man beside Duffy from the train car!
Wesley's eyes widened as he saw Charles about to turn and leave. Before he could say anything, the middle-aged man beside Duffy suddenly said:
"Stop!"
The atmosphere imdiately fell silent, and Charles halted, slowly turning around.
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