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Chapter 135 0134: Ken's Weakness
Ken took off his gloves and touched the bloody wound with his fingertips. The strong northern warrior grinned—the wound healing brought a biting pain.

"Good luck, let's go," Ken said.

The soldiers bowed in thanks, asking Wintermother to protect their leader.

When, when, when.

A burst of crisp beating sounds exploded in my ears, orange flames were bubbling in the hearth, and a broken [Albert's Battle Armor] was placed on the anvil.

Arthur swung the forging hammer and was patching it with the best materials in the tribe.

Ken had already emptied the wounded from the makeshift camp, but some laborers and slightly wounded soldiers would still come after them and ask for the gift of the battle banner.

wow.

The hidden door was pushed open, and the copper horizontal buckle reflected the light outside the house.

Ken calmly turned his gaze to the side, and found that the person who came was not a wounded patient, but his most loyal follower.

Kuima had something in his mind, but he hesitated for a long time, and just said: "The cleaning is over, and the team is rushing to make arrowheads and sharpen wooden cones."

"Have all the iron traps been recovered?"

"That's right," Quema replied, "Burke is leading people to set up traps, and the progress is quite fast. We can make full preparations before the enemy arrives."

Ken nodded and said nothing.

Wearing a simple old jacket, he sat on the table, propped up his left leg, put his arm on his knee, and stared calmly at the battered battle armor.

【Speciality: precision forging】

[Effect: 20% increase in repair and strengthening]

[The other party's forging talent is excellent, and he has mastered the technical knowledge of spirit craftsmen and blacksmiths at the same time, so he can repair armor and weapons to the original condition, and even make them stronger and sharper. 】

Arthur is a good craftsman, young and strong, but as calm as an old object, and a follower who can concentrate on pursuing the peak of his skills.

But even he couldn't mend 【Pigou's Execution Gloves】.

After several recent battles, Ken has gradually realized the importance of skills, but the current reserve of magic power is not enough, so he can only think of ways from the perspective of saving consumption.

Arthur told him:

"This kind of magic equipment must have a solid forging space to make, and the material consumption is completely different."

Marungu has the distinguished identity of the furnace owner, not only because of his craftsmanship, but also because he is in charge of the entire [Forging Valley]. This kind of excellent forging occasion can carry enough powerful turbulence to melt and create more Precious equipment.

Ken thought for a moment, but made no further statement.

Arthur placed the armor on the far edge of the hearth, and stared at the battle banner pensively.

He noticed that the leader seemed to have some not-so-optimistic thoughts, so he even took the initiative to say: "If you need it, I can make a list of materials. The space behind the blacksmith's shop is spacious enough to build another workshop."

Quima didn't leave, and stayed in the corner with her arms folded.

When he heard Arthur's words, he also raised his head to look at the warring--the only hobby of this leader is to build various facilities. He seems to have an obsession to make the tribe become Flawless.

Ken chuckled twice, although the corners of his mouth were still raised, but the joy was fleeting.

"I don't play tricks," he said. "When the armor is repaired, you can choose to leave and take it back to the Dua tribe."

[Item: Bloodprint Gold Coin]

[Description: In the black market, you can use it to issue a reward, buy expensive goods, or someone's life. 】

When he was in Marengu's workshop, Ken used notes to help [Stephen Kelly] solve a little business trouble. Before the shrewd blood descendant left, he handed the gold coin to Ken.

Judging from the information, it should be quite valuable on the black market.

In the smithy, only the hearth was breathing fire, and everyone in the room trusted each other, there was no need to haw and haw, but no one answered the question.

Ken said: "There are a lot of eyeliners from ancient tribes in the shelf of things."

He dropped the gold coin on the table.

After jumping, rolling, toppling, shaking violently, it lay down in front of Arthur and Quema.

Ken continued: "Take it, find a relationship, change to a place where you can use your talents..."

Boom!
Arthur smashed the hammer into the table.

The rash wood cracked instantly, revealing the supporting steel underneath, and the coins fell into the gap with a few clicks.

"I followed you because I saw a precious flame," he said. "You promised me that it would burn until your ambition was big enough to contain the entire North!"

Ken responded calmly: "I also promised to ensure that you can pass on the craftsmanship of the two teachers."

Arthur showed a dazed expression, and raised his chin exaggeratedly. He had recently grown a beard, which was not as thick as Worcher's.

No one in the tribe would dare speak to Ken like that.

Arthur stared at the young leader in front of him, and said frankly: "I have witnessed with my own eyes that you took a tomahawk and led more than 200 unarmed refugees to migrate. Every winter, countless people die because of wind, snow and Died of starvation, you have done a great thing."

Arthur leaned on the hearth, with firmness in his tone:

"Forging is a gamble. A good craftsman must trust the materials and craftsmanship he chooses."

Hey~
He turned around and threw the gold coin back vigorously, the meaning was already clear.

Ken took the things in his hands, his eyes were still indescribably calm, he turned around without saying a word, as if he wanted to leave.

Quima in the corner said loudly, "Who are you going to go to next?"

Ken stopped in his footsteps, then turned around, looking at his followers in surprise.

"Mon, Lowndes, or Joan?"

As Kuima spoke, she raised her head, met Zhan Jing's gaze and said, "They will all refuse, and you know the answer, so don't bother."

Ken closed the heavy wooden door.

He remained silent, blocking the sound of the wind outside, and stayed in the shadows, looking a little tired.

After a long time, he opened his mouth and said, "You know, it's very difficult."

After Ken finished speaking, he frowned and closed his eyes. He twisted the bridge of his nose, and with a heavy sigh, he fell backwards, leaning against the door, and sat on the ground, no longer having the will to hold on...

His winter jacket was loose and disheveled, exposing his gnarled muscles.

Everyone knows:

Battle Jing has the blessing of the old gods, but that kind of treatment is not a panacea, if the injury is too serious, it will leave scars that cannot heal.

Both Quema and Arthur were speechless.

There were no bandages or bloodstains on Ken's body, but there were countless wounds, large and small.

It is conceivable that during this period of time, what has he experienced?
During the brief silence...

Ken Bouvier finally took off his mythical mask, revealing the weakness that a human being should have.

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