Chapter 114 The Eccentric Blacksmith! [7 consecutive days of 10,000 words per day, please vote with
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A black Mercedes-Benz G-Class was parked in the yard. Su Long opened the car door and followed Elena into the living room.
Elena took off her black casual coat, casually hung it on the coat rack in the entryway, and turned to walk towards the study on the second floor.
Before going up the stairs, she stopped, turned to look at Su Long, and instructed, "I need to organize the documents. You can take a shower before going to sleep. Also, after you shower, go straight to the master bedroom to sleep. I have time tonight to remove the marks."
"Oh, by the way, I bought you a few sets of clothes to change into when I went to the mall last time. They're hanging on the left side of the wardrobe in the master bedroom. Remember to change into them after you're done washing up."
Su Long looked down and pulled up the cuff of his windbreaker. The edge of the black mark had faded considerably, and the color was more than half lighter than before. He nodded and agreed, "Okay, you go ahead with your work."
Elena nodded and turned to walk upstairs.
Su Long then went into the bathroom on the first floor, took off his clothes, turned on the shower, and enjoyed a rare moment of bathing.
Twenty minutes later, Su Long walked into the master bedroom, opened the wardrobe, and saw three brand-new casual outfits neatly hanging on the left.
He picked out a set of pure cotton gray pajamas, changed into them, and then turned around and collapsed onto the large bed that smelled faintly of cedarwood.
"when!"
The spoon killer's iron spoon slammed heavily onto Su Long's forehead, producing a crisp metallic clang.
Su Long didn't even open his eyes before turning over and adjusting to a comfortable sleeping position.
He kept the [Flesh Rebuilding] effect active, finally no longer bothered by the pain of the hammering. The monotonous and highly regular metallic hammering sound had now completely turned into white noise to lull him to sleep.
A few minutes later, Su Long's breathing became steady and long, and he fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning, sunlight streamed into the master bedroom through the gaps in the French windows.
Su Long opened his eyes, stretched, and the fatigue from the continuous battle vanished. The passive recovery effect of [Flesh and Blood Reforging] brought him to his peak physical condition, and he was full of energy.
He sat up, and the spoon killer by the bed was still mechanically waving his arm.
Su Long smiled slightly and waved in greeting, "Good morning, Brother Shao, still knocking?"
The evil spirit bared its teeth and pulled out a new spoon to throw at him again. Su Long ignored it, threw off the covers, got out of bed, and went straight into the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth.
After changing into a brand new black casual outfit, Su Long walked down the stairs.
The living room on the first floor was quiet. The door to the study was half open, and the room was empty. The documents on the desk had been cleaned up, indicating that Elena had obviously taken the files to the Bureau of Oddity Support.
Walking into the kitchen, Su Long saw a white porcelain plate on the dining table with two slices of simple sandwiches on it, a glass of warm milk next to it, and a sticky note under the plate.
"I'm going to a meeting at the bureau. Breakfast is on the table. Remember to wash the dishes after you finish eating."
Su Long rubbed his empty stomach, pulled out a chair, sat down, and grabbed a sandwich to chew on.
The combination of fried egg, bacon, and lettuce was very simple, but he was so hungry that he finished the sandwich and milk in less than two minutes.
After finishing breakfast, Su Long washed the plates and cups and put them in the drainer. Then he went to the refrigerator, took out a can of chilled craft beer from the bottom shelf, and pulled the tab.
He then took the Raphael off his belt, unscrewed the cap, and slowly poured beer into it, the icy liquid swirling inside.
Su Long waited a few seconds, then raised the wine jug, tilted his head back, and took a big gulp.
The wine, transformed by the sacred object, flowed down my throat, and its unique coolness instantly spread throughout my body. The stimulation of alcohol was completely eliminated, replaced by a gentle power of divine attributes. My mind became exceptionally clear, and an indescribable sense of comfort permeated my limbs.
Suron breathed a sigh of satisfaction, tightened the lid, and was about to put away "Raphael" when he frowned as he thought of Ashton's confession.
Raphael was also tampered with by Valack.
For safety reasons, he had previously used primordial fire to bake the entire wine jug inside and out, which theoretically could remove most of the strange contamination.
But the enemy he now faces is a B-rank monster at its peak, the demon god Valak.
The last time I fought a Class B enemy was in the sewers when I encountered the Shoggoths. However, that Shoggoths was a newly hatched Class B baby, and 95% of the damage came from US bunker busters.
This time, Surong not only burned Valak's clone, but also provoked and humiliated it in various ways, which will definitely drive that demon crazy with hatred.
Valak's retribution could come at any moment. If, at a crucial moment in the battle, this relic used to restore one's condition suddenly goes out of control or unleashes its hidden curse, it would be a fatal blow.
Su Long dared not gamble; he had to be 100% certain that the wine jug was free of any hidden dangers.
This requires the help of professionals.
Thinking of this, Su Long took out his phone and called Dania.
"Hey! Sue! Good morning!" The call connected quickly, and Dania's energetic and enthusiastic voice came through the receiver.
Surong sat on the sofa and greeted her, "Good morning, Dania, you sound like you're in a good mood today."
"Of course it's great! Captain Elena sent our exorcism club an official collaborative mission request and completion letter last night, and the club's rating has jumped a level. This morning, three new clients called to inquire about our services, and I'm currently organizing their information." Dania said with a laugh.
After offering his congratulations, Su Long got straight to the point: "I need your help with something. Do you know any experts who can appraise and repair sacred artifacts?"
Without hesitation, Dania replied, "Yes, I know him. The craftsman Father mentioned last time is an expert in this field. He has a deep understanding of all kinds of sacred objects and corrupted, strange items. I sent you the address before."
Su Long opened the SMS interface on his phone, scrolled up for a while, and found the message that Dania had sent earlier. The address showed that it was in the old town of Seattle, quite a distance from Elena's hillside villa.
Su Long glanced at the surroundings outside the window. Elena's villa was located in an upscale, wealthy neighborhood. It was surrounded by lush greenery, with tight security and a high degree of privacy. However, this also brought a problem: it was impossible to hail a taxi here.
In the United States, not having a car is a more serious disability than not having legs.
Su Long felt it was time to put "buying a car" on the agenda.
He then said into the phone, "I saw the address, but I can't see a single taxi here. I guess I'll have to walk down the mountain to get one."
Dania said decisively, "Don't bother. I don't have much to do this morning, and I've almost finished organizing the client information. Give me the address, and I'll come pick you up later. We'll go to the craftsman's shop together."
"Won't this take up too much of your time?" Su Long asked.
"We're friends, Sue, and you helped me get the official letter of authorization, so I owe you one. Give me twenty minutes, I'll be right there." Dania said and hung up the phone.
Su Long put away his phone and stuffed "Raphael" into the inside pocket of his windbreaker.
Twenty minutes later, a Ducati pulled up outside the villa’s wrought iron gate.
Wearing large black sunglasses, Dania shouted at Suron, who had come out after hearing the noise, "Get in the car!"
Su Long closed the villa door and got on the back of the motorcycle.
"Hold on tight." Dania twisted the handlebars, and the red Ducati started its burnout, leaving a black tire mark on the asphalt road as it sped down the mountain.
An hour later, the motorcycle stopped outside a small alley in the old town.
Dania and Suron got out of the car, avoided the puddles by the roadside, and walked into the alley.
The concrete walls on both sides of the alley were covered with water stains and moss, and the air was filled with an unpleasant smell.
In a corner deep in the alley, a thin, dilapidated wooden door is embedded in the wall, with most of the paint peeling off, as if it could be kicked to pieces with a single step.
On the wall to the right of the wooden door, rough cables were tangled haphazardly, connecting to a rusty metal communicator.
Above the communicator was a surveillance camera with infrared night vision capabilities, emitting a faint red glow.
Dania stepped forward and reached out to press the grime-covered button on the communicator.
"Zi La Yi"
After a piercing crackle of static from the microphone, a deep, gruff voice came through the communicator: "Who is it?"
Dania answered the microphone in a relaxed tone, "It's me, Dania."
The camera above emitted a mechanical hum as it turned, looking towards Dania's location.
"It's you. Come in." The voice on the communicator relaxed a little.
Su Long stood there, his gaze fixed on the dilapidated wooden door, preparing to step forward and push it open.
"Don't touch that door!" Dania grabbed Suron's arm.
Just then, a large iron trash can next to the wooden door, covered in thick grease, suddenly emitted a dull hydraulic working sound.
With a loud crash, the heavy trash can lid flipped open, revealing a metal staircase leading downwards.
Su Long raised an eyebrow and pointed at the trash can: "This is the real door?"
Dania released her grip and pointed to the dilapidated wooden door, explaining, "That's right—as for this wooden door, it's linked to six military Claymore mines. As long as the door is hit or damaged, the fuse will be triggered instantly."
She paused, a smug smile playing on her lips: "Whether it's gangsters outside preparing to break down the door or a fully armed tactical squad, the moment they touch that door, they'll be blown to bits."
Looking at the seemingly undefended wooden door, Su Long exclaimed sincerely, "Is it really that exaggerated? Does this person have a lot of enemies?"
Dania shook her head: "No, he just has paranoia."
Then, Dania took the lead and went down the metal staircase in the trash can: "Come on, I'll take you to see Seattle's best and most eccentric artifact craftsmen."
Sulong followed closely behind.
At the end of the stairs was a spacious underground workshop. The temperature here was at least ten degrees higher than outside, and the air was filled with a strong smell of metallic dust and high-temperature forging.
The walls around the workshop were covered with all kinds of guns, melee weapons, and some sacred objects that exuded a spiritual aura.
A person was standing next to the workbench in the center of the workshop.
To be precise, he was a dwarf who was less than 1.2 meters tall.
He was completely encased in an extremely thick set of silver-tungsten alloy plate armor, which had a rugged and wild design, with various hammer marks and intricate patterns on its surface.
The helmet completely covered his head, leaving only a narrow slit for observation where his eyes were, and had two sharp points on top that gleamed coldly under the lights.
Most notably, the dwarf was holding a heavily modified Desert Eagle hand cannon.
The barrel had been thickened and lengthened, with a caliber large enough to fit a cigar, and the dark muzzle was now pointing intentionally or unintentionally in the direction of Sulong.
"Danya, who is that person behind you?"