Chapter Eighty-two: Kicking the Scene

  Franklin stared blankly at Gan Jing, Oakland's first ironwork shop? Was it true or false? Lucas was only a second-rate blacksmith, but he had been operating in Oakland City for many years and had a deep connection with the provincial city's blacksmith guild. How could he go there so recklessly...

  "Don't worry about it." Qianjin bent down and patted Franlin's back, saying in a low voice: "Uncle, I'll tell you a secret. Actually, I'm the real master blacksmith..."

  "What?!"

  Franklin was shocked and almost tripped over his own feet, staring blankly at Qianjin's smiling face.

  Master Blacksmith! The Master Blacksmith that countless blacksmiths look up to? This title is so prestigious that even the Lord of Liancheng would show great respect upon meeting him! It's said that in the Blacksmith Guild, even the most talented blacksmiths don't become Master Blacksmiths until they're middle-aged, and some don't achieve it until their hair has turned white! How old is this Qian Jing anyway?

  "Let's go~" Gan Jin dragged Franlin, passing through several streets, and arrived at the door of Lucas' blacksmith shop.

  Compared with Franlin Iron Forge, Lucas Iron Forge not only has a more beautiful facade decoration, but also occupies an area that is far from comparable to Franlin Iron Forge.

  Above the high gate, a huge iron hammer carved out of wood hangs as an emblem, exuding the aura of the king of Auckland's blacksmithing industry.

  It has an area five times larger than Franlin's blacksmith shop, and Franlin couldn't help but feel inferior after seeing it. The entrance, where people come and go from time to time, also has a much higher traffic volume that can't be compared to Franlin's blacksmith shop.

  "Qian Jin... I think I'll just forget it..." Franlin pulled Qian Jin's wrist: "Here... we really..."

  "Uncle, just listen to me." Gan Jing turned around and grabbed Franlin's wrist, walking towards the door: "You forgot how arrogant he was in our blacksmith shop last time? Since Lukas gave me a big gift that night, I must return it to him today! Want my life? Then be prepared for my revenge! Today I smashed your store, tomorrow I'll kill your people and eliminate future troubles."

  "You want my life?"

  "Uncle, just follow me in."

  In the spacious sales hall, Lucas didn't continue to hammer like Franlin, but sat on a stool not far from the counter, sipping clear tea, frowning and seemingly deep in thought.

  "What can I get for you, sir?"

  A fairly decent-looking female salesperson hurried over, took two quick steps to stand in front of Qian Jin, and gave a very crisp bow. Her service attitude was far from comparable to that of the Franlin blacksmith shop.

  "Exactly! Lucas likes this kind of tune."

  Franklin glanced at Lucas not far away with disdain, and now the foundation of a third-level ironworker has already surpassed Lucas. Moreover, with Qian Jing by his side, he felt more confident after entering the room.

  "What do you want?" Kanji intentionally raised his voice, speaking in a tone that could be heard by everyone in the entire hall: "Bring out your strongest, best weapons! I only want the best!"

  Several adventurers heard Qianjin's shout and shifted their attention to him, unconsciously moving their feet closer to him, wanting to see what made this young man so high-profile.

  Lucas's furrowed eyebrows suddenly relaxed, and a look of astonishment appeared on his face as he stared at Qian Jin. His eyebrows quickly gathered together again, then slowly dispersed, replaced by a smiling expression that took over the astonished look on his face.

  "Huh? Isn't this the person from Franlin's blacksmith shop?" Lucas smiled and walked slowly towards Qian Jin, raising his voice a bit: "The best weapon? How is it? Did your Franlin's blacksmith shop take on some unfinishable work? Do you need to come to our Oakland City's number one blacksmith shop to make a purchase?"

  Several adventurers and a number of blacksmith shop clerks immediately flashed different expressions in their eyes, some obviously believed Lucas' words, while others looked at Gan Jing's high-profile expression and knew that things were probably not so simple, this young man was clearly looking for trouble.

  He stood with his shoulders shrugged, not saying a word, nor looking at Lucas. His hands were clasped behind his back on the hilt of his sword as he slowly paced around the large hall of the blacksmith's shop, occasionally picking up a weapon from the rack and sneering: "What kind of things are these? With such equipment, you can still call yourself the number one blacksmith in Oakland City? Look at this knife, it probably can't even kill a chicken. You're cheating people, but not like this."

  Lucas's eyebrows slightly furrowed, and with a calm smile, he took the war knife from Gan Jing. Without saying anything, he suddenly slashed at the wooden weapon rack.

  Bang! One slash! The half-inch thick weapon rack made no resistance under the attack of the war knife and instantly split in two.

  "Good!"

  Two adventurers couldn't help but exclaim at the scene before their eyes, everyone was making a living by venturing out, and the quality of their weapons could be seen at a glance.

  "This knife... " Lucas gazed at Gan Jing with a gloomy smile: "It's no big deal to use it to kill you, is it?"

  With a flick of his dry finger on the back of Lucas' hand, he tapped the back of the war knife: "Is this your best weapon?"

  Lucas chuckled and shook his head: "Of course not. This is the best weapon of Lucas Ironworks, even if we sold it to Franlin Ironworks, I'm afraid you can't afford it. Why bother looking?"

  The commotion at the blacksmith's shop attracted the attention of many passersby, and before long, a crowd had gathered at the entrance of the hall, occasionally whispering to each other in hushed tones.

  "What's wrong with Franklin Ironworks today?"

  "Is that so! With their little strength, they dare to come to Lucas' blacksmith shop and cause trouble?"

  "I heard Lucas caused some trouble at Franlin's blacksmith shop a while back..."

  "They shouldn't have come either, isn't this just asking for humiliation?"

  Dryly ignoring the whispers around him, he patted Franlin who was a bit uneasy beside him and smiled at Lucas: "If I must see it, what conditions do you need to meet before agreeing to let me see it, Mr. Lucas?"

  "Simple!" Lucas's voice suddenly rose, and he stretched out three fingers, saying with confidence: "There are three ways! First, you take out enough money!"

  "Sorry, none for now." Qian Jin shrugged, eliciting a chorus of hisses from the onlookers.

  "Secondly, you just insulted my work, so you should apologize to me first and then ask me!"

  "I didn't insult your work." Gan Jing glanced at the battle knife that split the wooden frame: "Saying it's used to kill chickens is an honor for it. So, I don't need to apologize to you even more. As for asking you, I'm not interested."

  This time it's a double update, I'll upload the second chapter immediately! The specific reason for the double update will be explained in the next chapter.