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"Hey!" The interpreter put his hand in his pocket. "We don't have time for you to amuse yourself!" The sword can be repaired in thirty minutes? Even the most famous Sword Craftsman of Pirate would not dare to spout such big words.

But Mr. Yutian held down the translator's hand and said, "Let him try. It's only for half an hour.

The translator angrily took his hands out of his pockets. He turned around and said to the owner, "Thirty minutes, starting from now. If you're not finished in thirty minutes, I'll show you!"

The shop owner ignored him and walked straight to the back door of the store with his sword in hand.

The Mr. Yutian said something to the translator, who nodded and followed behind the owner into the back door of the shop.

Suddenly, the loud roar of a machine starting could be heard in the room. At the same time, the sound of the translator's scream could be heard.

The three Pirate people in suits looked at each other and followed along.

As soon as the three of them entered the room, they were shocked by the scene inside.

"What the hell is this place?" A fat Pirate could not help but say. It was hard to imagine that such a place would be hidden behind an extremely ordinary shop.

The interior was not very spacious. Eighty percent of the room was occupied by a swimming pool less than two hundred square meters — but what was in the pool was not water, but black solidified matter.

The pale interpreter was pressed against the wall, one foot still in his shoes and the other in his black socks. It turned out that when he first walked in, he accidentally stepped on empty space and dropped a shoe into the pool. In just a split-second, his shoes were swallowed up by the solidified black substance. Then, with a "Zi" sound, they turned into ashes. Those black solidified bodies were magma that had yet to completely cool down!

Following the "BOOM!" sounds made by the machines in the room, the black congeals in the pool started to slowly float. They were liquefying. Red bubbles of lava rose one after another, then bloomed and exploded. Gradually, the black color was replaced by a crimson red, and the pool in front of them turned into a crater filled with boiling lava.

Not to mention keeping up with the boss, the translator didn't even dare to take another step forward.

With a sword in hand, the boss bypassed the high temperature pond, which could easily cause one's bones to disintegrate if they missed their footing, and walked towards the interior of the house. Opposite them was a flight of stairs leading downward. It was not hard to imagine where they would end up.

The whole house was a huge stove, and the space under their feet, of course, was where the fire heated up.

"We were standing on a silent crater." One of the Pirate people could not help but wipe the sweat off his face with his sleeves. They hadn't felt the heat at all outside before the machine in the room had started, but now the whole room seemed to be on fire.

At this moment, there was also a loud rumble from above their heads. The exhaust equipment had begun to work. (TL: OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG) In addition to cooling the room, the venting equipment had an even more important function. Once the temperature beneath continued to rise, the hot solution would begin to evaporate, and if the vapour from the solution reached a certain concentration, it would attach to the mucous membrane of the human nasal cavity and oral cavity, making it difficult to breathe and even suffocating.

It wasn't like a blacksmith's shop, or a volcano, or hell, or anything terrible. It was the ultimate factory that belonged to the owner alone. The most important element for blacksmiths, "fire", was played to the extreme here.

In order to create such a scene, even without considering the cost of purchasing equipment, the later stages of maintenance would not be a small number.

Who was the boss here? The three of them couldn't help but start thinking. To hand over this "Demonic Knife" to such a person, was it a blessing or a curse?

While they were guessing randomly, the boss had already passed through the high temperature pond and arrived at the bottom layer.

If the upper level looked like a crater filled with boiling lava, then the lower level would look like a complete hell on earth. Before coming down here, the boss had already put on the high temperature protective suit hanging on the stairs, but even so, the high temperature still made him feel uncomfortable. The brightness here was too high. The light from the high temperature stimulated his pupils, causing his eyes to narrow into slits.

In front of this light, he raised his sword.

A demonic light flashed continuously on the blade of the sword. Legend has it that a red-haired, naked ghost caused trouble, and the General Wisdom used "Scarlet Ghost Cut" to slash it. After wielding the sword for twelve years, the General Wisdom died in battle. Even the previous masters of Scarlet Ghost's generation could not hold the sword for more than twelve years. So Scarlet Ghost received another, more famous name — — Demonic Knife "dodecadecarboxylic acid". To these sword craftsmen, this was an extremely regrettable legend. "Scarlet Ghost Cut" was a sharp sword used to cut down ghosts, and after killing the evil spirits, its sword bones were tainted by the Scarlet Ghost's blood, and it actually became the Demonic Knife "dodecadecarboxylic acid" that cursed its master.

The owner had long seen through the origins of the sword, so he also understood why the three people dared to give the sword to him without worrying about being engulfed by him. No one would be foolish enough to swallow a Demonic Knife, much less this extremely evil "dodecadecarboxylic acid".

But what exactly was it that could actually injure the sword bone of a "dodecadecarboxylic acid"?

Could it be another Demonic Knife? There were a total of fourteen named "Demonic Knife" in this world, but only six remained. "dodecadecarboxylic acid" was one of them, and the most famous of the six was "Village Rain".

"Laozi" had a saying: "The man in arms is an ominous weapon, while the thing is evil."

And Li Bai's "War City South" also said: the known soldier is a lethal weapon, the saint had no choice but to use it.

Now that three Foreigners s have brought Demonic Knife to the Coastal City, it is not hard to imagine that a calamity is going to befall here.

But what did it have to do with him? The owner sucked in his red nose, then reached the Demonic Knife in his hand into the eye-piercing light.

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By the time the boss returned with his sword, the roar of the machine had died down and thirty minutes had passed.

"Hey, hey." The boss was smiling, but it was a forced laugh, as if he had just taken a bath. Every single hair on his head was soaked with sweat, and his lips had turned white.

"Done." The boss handed the dodecadecarboxylic acid over.

"Thank you!" Mr. Yutian took the sword and bowed to the boss. At the same time, the translator handed a new cheque to the owner.

"You deserve it." Another Pirate said.

"No need." No one would have thought that the boss would reject such a sum of money. After all, this cheque was several zeros more than the previous one.

"The sword has not been repaired. I am only letting it be used for the time being. Just like when a person's light shines again, the next time it's damaged, the result will be even worse. " The boss said, "I don't have the ability to fix it, so I'm not eligible for a second payment."

"Thank you so much!" The Mr. Yutian said with a smile. As long as the dodecadecarboxylic acid was able to endure through the match three days later, it would be enough.

"Hai." The boss sighed and stopped talking. Even if he were to face these people that did not cherish swords, he would not be in the mood to speak.

"Boss, are you there?" Suddenly, a familiar voice came from outside the room.

The boss' tired eyes lit up — did that kid bring something good again?

"He's here, he's here!" Ignoring these foreign guests, the boss jogged out laughing.