Chapter 19

Dragon language, damn dragon language!

After the morning dragon language class, Long Yi, who had been tormented, hurriedly left the classroom. Facing the elf, he couldn't reason with him, and he couldn't fight him either. It felt like a lion trying to eat a hedgehog—there was no place to start.

Moreover, to be honest, if it came to a fight, Long Yi wasn't sure he could beat the elf. Elves have long lives, and this young-looking elf could very well be over a hundred years old. Their long lives gave them ample time to become the strongest warriors.

Leaving the classroom, Long Yi didn't have to worry about training classes, so he ran to the dwarf Jin Chui's blacksmith shop. On that agreed-upon weekend, Long Yi obtained the parts he needed and had his full set of equipment delivered by a transport dragon. There was a large room behind Jin Chui's blacksmith shop, which was just enough to accommodate these large devices.

After replacing the parts, Long Yi couldn't wait to process a batch of metal. Seeing the smooth operation, Jin Chui's eyes went wide! He snatched the still-hot parts, caressing the cutting marks, his hands trembling.

This thing is too good! Even the most skilled craftsmen in the Furnace Castle can't achieve this level of precision! With these things, I will become an elder! Elder!

In the following days, Long Yi taught Jin Chui the basic uses of these tools. Long Yi believed that with the dwarf's craftsman's heart, he could definitely maximize the power of these tools.

However, when he arrived at the blacksmith shop, he saw a long queue from the door to the street corner! Upon inquiring, he heard a news that made him laugh and cry. It turned out that Jin Chui had been using the shop's weapons to practice with the equipment, and then he threw the practice products to the front desk. A second-year student found a dragon-slaying sword that had been machined to have sharp edges and polished to shine, and immediately bought it for a high price, showing it off extravagantly.

Thus, the news spread, and the queue formed.

The shop wasn't open, and Jin Chui should still be in the backyard. People were chatting in groups, guessing when it would open. Generally, Jin Chui would only leave the backyard when he was tired, come to the front desk to rest for a while, and this time was very short and unpredictable. So, if you wanted to buy something, you had to rely on luck.

In fact, any equipment from Jin Chui was not cheap, and after precision processing, it became even more expensive. Despite this, people were even more eager to buy!

Jin Chui now laughed in his dreams.

Long Yi walked forward and pushed the door, but it was locked from the inside. Should he go through the back door?

Long Yi turned around and saw a pair of angry eyes staring at him.

"Hey, big guy, don't you know how to queue?" Jin Chui is my father's best friend, queue? Am I stupid?

"Want to buy Master Jin Chui's equipment? Don't even look at your own strength!" Buying things requires money, not exams, right?

"Kid, get lost quickly, or I'll get angry, and when I get angry, even I'm scared!" Are you afraid of spontaneous combustion?

Seeing the agitated crowd, Long Yi found it somewhat amusing.

"Uncle Jin Chui! Open the door!"

Long Yi shouted at the top of his lungs, and the surrounding people first froze, then burst into laughter.

Is this kid crazy? The dwarf's temper is terrible, and he's trying to connect with the dwarf? He must be dreaming!

Immediately, a clanging sound came from the small courtyard, as if metal objects were being thrown aside.

The crowd looked at Long Yi with increasing mockery. Angering the dwarf means you'll never get good equipment again. Ah, of course, the elves would be happy. But their things are not cheap, and they won't give you a discount.

Watch how you die!

The crowd's intentions were clear, and the honest Long Yi couldn't possibly slap each of them.

At this moment, the door opened.

The dwarf Jin Chui, whose face was buried in his beard, looked up and naturally saw Long Yi.

"Come in quickly!"

The dwarf didn't waste words, pulling Long Yi inside and slamming the door shut.

Jaws dropped to the ground!

This bastard knows Jin Chui!

He really knows him!

Why didn't you say you knew him? If you had, we would have definitely tried to befriend you! Looking at your honest face, how could you be so bad!

Long Yi, of course, couldn't tell them, "I've always been this bad!"

At this moment, Jin Chui was enthusiastically telling Long Yi about his recent insights and showing him his products.

Long Yi looked and was impressed. Dwarves truly are masters among masters; he had quickly mastered these machines.

"But, Uncle, if you sell these, your reputation will be ruined."

Long Yi had to pour cold water on Jin Chui.

"Oh? Why?"

Jin Chui asked, his eyes shining behind his thick eyebrows.

"Because they will rust quickly."

Long Yi smiled, knowing the dwarf already knew.

Jin Chui laughed heartily, "Good kid, if you know, how could I not? I was so tired that day, and after selling it, I regretted it. I found the kid who bought the dragon-slaying sword, told him it wasn't finished, and got the sword back. Since then, I haven't sold any more."

After saying this, Jin Chui looked at the processed parts on the ground, some of which he had already treated, and some of which had already rusted.

"If you polish off the fire skin, it will rust. If you polish and then treat it, it will look ugly. What do you suggest, kid?"

Jin Chui had tried all kinds of rust prevention methods, but none of them worked well.

"I have a few methods."

Long Yi winked and smiled.

Even stainless steel can rust. To prevent rust, you need to isolate oxygen and water from the iron.

Acid washing, sanding, sandblasting, bluing, chrome plating, and painting.

These were all Long Yi's methods.

Actually, Long Yi liked chrome plating, which would blind the enemy's eyes. Unfortunately, this world lacked resources, making it difficult to achieve.

The remaining methods were all simple to operate.

"Of course, you need to prepare some oil. Tell everyone who buys your equipment to clean it after use and maintain it with oil."

Long Yi patiently explained.

"What a joke, maintaining weapons? That's what women do! Real men just break a sword and get a new one!" The dwarf disagreed with Long Yi.

"But not everyone is a real man like you," Long Yi said.

"What do non-real men need weapons for? To look at? To play with?" The dwarf asked, annoyed.

"Look, this world isn't just about dragon knights. Just in our White Dragon Empire, there are three million regular troops. They all buy their own weapons, and they have always used dwarven standard weapons. These weapons are good, but even you have to admit, they're not as good as elven weapons!" Long Yi said.

"You're talking crap!" Jin Chui cursed but didn't say more, effectively admitting it.

"These warriors' annual allowances might not even buy an elven weapon. But just two months' salary can get them a dwarven weapon. Don't you think that's terrible?"

"So?"

"So, we need some mid-to-high-end products between dwarven and elven weapons. They should be as reliable as dwarven weapons but more refined. Worth four months, even six months' salary."

Long Yi's words moved Jin Chui. He pondered for a long time, his eyes getting brighter. Listen! That's the sound of gold coins singing!

No dwarf can resist gold coins! It's in their nature!

We love gold!

Long Yi's idea is solid!

Awakened! My merchant soul!

Long Yi suddenly felt that he wasn't without merchant talent, but it had been overshadowed by his warrior's glory! In fact, this was all the experience from buying countless so-called masterpieces of military knives in his previous life. Think about it, a thirty-centimeter short blade selling for twenty thousand yuan, what a ridiculous price!

Now, bringing those things to this world, in a world dominated by cold weapons, he could definitely earn more!

The weapons in this world need to meet two main requirements: be strong enough and accommodate more dragon aura. The rest is just added value!

Leaving the excited Jin Chui, Long Yi left. Just as he opened the door, he saw two people standing at the door, one of whom was about to push it open.

Seeing their armbands, they were from the second and third years of the Dragon Knight Academy.

Long Yi had never seen them and had no interest. He turned to close the door and leave, but his wrist was suddenly grabbed. Looking up, it was the second-year student.

"Is Master Jin Chui inside?"

The second-year student asked.

Long Yi slowly raised his wrist, looking at the hand tightly gripping it, and suddenly smiled, "Sorry, it's impossible, I like women."

The person was stunned, then realized Long Yi was teasing him and tightened his grip. He suddenly pulled back, but Long Yi didn't budge.

"Kid, even if you try your hardest, I still like women. It's impossible, go find another man."

Long Yi said earnestly.

"Damn you!"

The person was furious, his dragon aura bursting out, and his other hand's fist aimed at Long Yi's head!

Seeing the punch coming, Long Yi suddenly lifted his wrist, and the person was lifted off the ground! The punch that was sure to hit just grazed Long Yi's scalp.

"Still not letting go? As a dead gay, you're so determined."

As he spoke, Long Yi's aura also burst out, his momentum not inferior to the second-year student!

Beside them, the third-year student, who had been watching coldly, took a step back, feeling a huge pressure from the sky!

Boom!

A golden warhammer, carrying immense pressure, slammed into the ground, knocking over those nearby and making the ground shake even far away.

"Are you all tired of living? Haven't you seen a dwarf kill before?"

The rough voice echoed, and the crowd scattered instantly. Only three people remained standing.

Long Yi looked at his wrist, the red handprint slightly painful. The strength was probably on par with the previous Luo Qi. Since Luo Qi was third, this person must be second or first.

"In the afternoon's practical class, I'll find you in the second year, dead gay. Don't run away."

Long Yi pointed at the person's nose a few times and then left.

"Tang Ze, when did the second year start being bullied by a first-year newbie?"

The third-year student asked coldly.

Tang Ze lowered his head and said softly, "I'll deal with him personally this afternoon."

"Better do it."

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