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Linsley had two silver coins in his pocket, given by Claire. Since she was busy these past few days and wouldn't be coming to the tavern, he would give her the coins on her behalf.

Arriving at his lodging, a wooden shack in the slums, Linsel unlocked the old lock on the door, picked up the mysterious little wooden box sealed with wax lacquer that the goblin Igul had given him the day before, and handed it to Tang.

"Take good care of this box, don't drop it. Remember not to peek inside. Take it to the person in charge of the farm outside the east gate of town. Come to the guild tavern tomorrow morning to collect your reward."

"The box isn't heavy, what's inside?"

"Put away your curiosity," Lindsay warned the other man. "I don't know what's inside either, but for an employer, not looking is the right thing to do."

"Alright." The boy, seemingly understanding but not quite, picked up the small wooden box and left the shed.

Lindsay breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that Tangli had left.

Yesterday in Linxi Village, after the [Iron Fang] team's convoy left, the goblin Igul handed over this mysterious little box to me.

Judging from the troubled expression on the other party's face at the time, there might be something fishy about this.

Linchui Town and Linxi Village are very close. Since the other party is not going to deliver the goods in person, there must be some inconvenience in this delivery task. It would be perfect to hand it over to this newcomer.

After making up his mind, Lindsay saw the Molotov cocktails and other props he had previously purchased in the wooden shed.

They were all placed at the East Gate at the time, and we didn't have time to use them during the goblin invasion, but we can still use them later.

Then he left the shed and headed toward the "goat's" dwelling.

After handing over the middle-aged adventurer's reward, he then went to the blacksmith's shop and the black market to see if there was anything good.

"The Goat" lived in a wooden house across the street from the south side of the slums. Lindsay knocked on the wooden door.

"Who's there?" A loud thud came from inside the house.

"I am Lindsay."

"Oh, it's the squad leader. The door's unlocked, come in."

The cabin was unremarkable, furnished with a square table, two chairs, a bed, a wooden frame, an iron sword and a sling in the corner, and nothing else.

"Goat" was by the bedside, slowly crawling on the floor, supporting his body with his arms.

"Squad Leader Lindsay, please excuse my poor posture. I'm still getting used to the new way of walking."

Linsel quickly helped the other man up, then took out his share of the reward and placed it on the table.

"1 gold coin and 20 silver coins, keep them safe."

"Thanks, this money should be enough for me to live on for a long time. Next, let's go to the guild. I'll leave the party and cancel my adventurer account."

"Such a big thing, shouldn't you tell 'Broken Arrow'?"

"He already knows, Lindsay." The middle-aged adventurer lowered his head, staring at his missing legs wrapped in bandages.

"Look, I'm crippled now, there's no need for me to be an adventurer anymore."

Retirement is inevitable, so why not retire sooner? That way, you can free up a spot in your adventurer team. Plus, I heard that canceling your adventurer registration will get you a small refund of the nameplate fee.

As "Goat" spoke, he remained rational and calm, but Lindsay still sensed a somewhat oppressive atmosphere.

"So how do you plan to get there?"

"There's a wheelbarrow on the side of the cabin. Joe just went to the alchemy shop. Can you push me there?"

Seeing the "Goat" sitting alone in the chair looking so forlorn, he didn't know how to comfort him, so he remained silent and left the cabin.

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In the morning, after taking "Goat" to the Adventurers' Guild, Lindsay brought his own equipment to the Iron Hammer Blacksmith Shop.

Under the large wooden shed, the dwarf "Ironhammer" continued hammering a weapon in front of his anvil, his long, brown beard trembling.

"Here you are, Lindsay, what do you want?"

As the dwarf spoke, he used a pair of iron tongs to clamp the red-hot iron block and quench it, and a cloud of white steam immediately rose from the water tank.

Linsley walked straight up to the other man and asked, "Master 'Iron Hammer,' I've heard that you can modify the properties of weapons, giving them superior attributes. Is that true?"

"Iron Hammer" wiped his sweat and pointed at the iron sword at Lin Sai's waist.

"Nonsense! This is an essential skill for us mid-level dwarven blacksmiths! That iron sword you're carrying was actually reforged. What, trying to add some special properties to your weapon?"

Linsel drew his iron sword: "This sword is incredibly hard and very useful. Now I want to have the longsword on my back reforged as well, hoping it will become even harder."

"Let me see your sword."

Lindsay took Brand's sword from his back and handed it to the other man, who then weighed it in his hand.

"This two-handed sword is interesting. It has no handguard. Can a sword without a handguard still be called a sword? It's like a pickaxe without its beak!"

He then pondered it for a moment.

"No, this is the Brand Warsword, isn't it? Few people use this kind of weapon... Hmm, it's very light but sharp, and ordinary people can use it, but it is indeed quite brittle."

"Twelve silver coins, I'll have it reforged. Guaranteed to be sturdy, and if I'm lucky, it might even gain an extra weapon trait. How about it?"

Twelve silver coins? That was quite a sum for Lindsay before.

However, now, after exchanging the gold coins for silver coins, he has a total of 128 silver coins. 12 silver coins are nothing now.

"Master Hammer, could you give me a discount?"

The dwarf, holding the iron tongs, said, "No! My craftsmanship is worth exactly 12 silver coins. Any less and it won't be worth it! The price is 12 silver coins, no change."

"Could I add a couple more features for a little extra money?"

Upon hearing this, the dwarf was suddenly taken aback.

"Kid, as a certified intermediate dwarven blacksmith, I can only grant a maximum of two traits, you must know that."

Lindsay never expected such a thing to happen.

"I need to think about it for a while. Let me go inside and take a look."

Lindsay was still interested in the two-handed sword he had seen in the blacksmith's shop, just like the one that Wood, the leader of the Iron Fang squad, used.

He walked into the blacksmith's shop. There were no customers inside, only Jim, the apprentice he had seen before, sitting listlessly on a chair.

"Hello, guest, what would you like?" The other person sat up when he saw Lin Sai come in.

"Is this the only type of two-handed sword in the shop?" Lin Sai pointed to the two-handed sword on the right-hand shelf, the one whose price he had asked about before.

"Yes, that's all we have. If you want a greatsword, the weapon shops in town will sell it."

"A giant sword, what is that?" Linsel became curious about the giant sword.

Since it's called a giant sword, it must be very large, and correspondingly, it should also be very heavy.

"If you don't understand what a greatsword is, I can give you a comparison."

Jim walked over to the two-handed sword on the counter and gestured with his hands to name the sword.

"A greatsword is also called a greatsword. It is at least twice as wide as this two-handed sword and a third longer."