Chapter 115 The Soul is Comparable to Titanium Alloy!

Chapter 118 The Soul is Comparable to Titanium Alloy!

Dania immediately stepped forward, blocking the gun barrel from the side, and shouted, "Hey, Kurt, put the gun down. This is my friend, Suron, someone I can absolutely trust."

Then, Dania looked at Suron: "Suron, this is Kurt McCormick, Seattle's most famous artifact craftsman."

The dwarf known as "Kurt" stared at Suron through the observation slit for a few seconds. After confirming that the other man was not carrying any deadly heavy weapons, he slowly lowered his gun and turned to walk towards a large freezer in the corner of the workshop.

"Since you're the one who vouched for us, please make yourselves at home. You can sit down first, and I'll go get two bottles of beer."

As he moved, the heavy silver-tungsten alloy plate armor made a "clattering" metallic clanging sound.

Because of his short legs, his gait looked somewhat comical, like a metal bucket struggling to move on flat ground.

Surong watched the dwarf's departing figure, his gaze lingering for a moment on the dwarf's tightly encased metal leg armor.

He leaned closer to Dania and whispered, "Dania, when you feel like something in life is completely useless, take a look at his leg armor."

Dania paused, not understanding. "What do you mean?"

Su Long pointed to the dwarf's short legs, which were less than half a meter long, and asked seriously, "What exactly is attacking the dwarf's legs?"

In an instant, the absurd image of a dwarf being relentlessly attacked on the calves by the enemy on the battlefield flashed through Dania's mind.

Dania suppressed her laughter and pinched Su Long's thigh hard: "Stop, Su Long, don't make me laugh. We need to be serious here."

Seeing this, Surong asked her again in a low voice, "Do you know why his helmet has two bull horn decorations?"

Dania really didn't want to hear Suron tell these depraved dwarf jokes, but curiosity compelled her to ask, "Why?"

"Because this will prevent him from being used as a stool by others."

"Pfft"

Dania finally couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.

The metallic scraping sound ahead abruptly stopped. Kurt, wearing a heavy helmet, whirled around, his suspicious gaze peering through the slit as he stared intently at the two men.

Dania reacted quickly, instantly suppressing all her smiles.

She stood up straight, her hands neatly placed on her knees, her expression as serious as if she were listening to a bishop's sermon in a cathedral, as if the person who had just laughed was not her at all.

Kurt felt as if he had been offended, but couldn't find any evidence, so he continued walking toward the freezer with his short legs.

Su Long pulled over a greasy iron folding chair and sat down, calmly surveying the surrounding furnishings.

Soon, Kurt returned with three bottles of chilled beer. He used the metal fingers of his plate armor to pinch off the caps and slammed two of the bottles heavily onto the table in front of Suron and Dania.

"Tell me, what equipment do you need crafted? Or what do you need repaired?"

Instead of drinking, Su Long reached into the inside pocket of his jacket, took out the "Raphael" bottle, and placed it on the table.

"I'd like to ask you to help me appraise this thing." Surong pushed the wine jug toward Kurt.

Kurt's gaze fell on the wine jug. He carefully picked it up, walked to the workbench, turned down a spotlight with a strong magnifying function, and examined it closely.

After a moment, Kurt looked up, his tone unusually serious: "Kid, where did you get this thing from?"

Upon hearing this question, Su Long paused for a moment before answering, "This was passed down to me by an exorcist."

Kurt stared into Suron's eyes and said directly, "It's old John, isn't it?"

Surong was taken aback: "You know Old John too?"

Kurt put the flask back on the table: "Hey kid, I wouldn't say I know all the exorcists in Seattle, but most of the really strong ones know me—besides, old John is a friend of mine for many years."

Kurt suddenly changed the subject, asking, "Speaking of which, how's that old man doing lately? Why did he pass the wine jug to you?"

"Has he finally decided to quit?"

"Old John—he's dead." Suron's voice was somewhat low.

Kurt sat up straight instantly, asking in a serious tone, "Dead? How did he die?"

After organizing his thoughts, Su Long began to recount Old John's ordeal.

From being tricked out of his sacred relic by the devil's followers, to entering the sewers unprepared for an exorcism, encountering the newly hatched Shoggoth, and finally shooting himself to avoid being devoured by the monster.

After listening to this account, Kurt slowly raised his hands, took off the heavy helmet decorated with bull horns, and placed it aside.

Su Long examined his true appearance under the workshop's light.

This is a weathered face, with a wide face, a square jaw, thick brow bones, and eyes that are sunken in slightly dark sockets, revealing an unconcealable weariness and sorrow.

Kurt walked to the table, picked up the bottle of beer, raised it high, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Respect to old John."

Suron and Dania each picked up a bottle of wine from the table and said in unison, "Respect to old John."

The three of them tilted their heads back and each gulped down a large mouthful of bitter dark beer.

After the drinks were downed, a long silence fell over the room once again. Kurt stared at the bottle in his hand, seemingly reminiscing about his past with old John. Suron didn't urge him, patiently waiting.

After a long while, Kurt put down the bottle, wiped the wine off his goatee with the back of his hand, and turned his gaze back to the wine jug on the counter: "So, you brought Raphael here today to find out if there are any more demonic interventions left behind?"

Surong nodded in acknowledgment, "Yes, I did use some methods to deal with it, but I need professional confirmation to ensure it's absolutely safe."

After hearing this, Kurt turned around and walked back to the control panel, taking out a monocle from a drawer above.

This monocle has a very antique style, with its edges tightly wrapped in darkened brass and the lens in the middle made of hand-polished glass with fine scratches on the surface, giving it a sense of antiquity.

Su Long looked at the monolithic mirror and quietly activated his spiritual vision. He discovered that the ancient monolithic mirror was emitting a faint glow. Although the spiritual light was not dazzling, it was very pure, and it was obviously a sacred object with special attributes.

Kurt put on his monocle, picked up the flask, brought it close to the searchlight, examined it carefully, looked up at the two men, and said, "I can indeed detect a faint trace of demonic energy in this."

Then, he suddenly changed the subject: "But the curse power it carried has been completely erased. What remains now is only this ethereal aura."

"Will this lingering scent have harmful physical or psychological effects on the user?" Su Long pressed.

Kurt shook his head, giving a negative answer: "No, this scent is more like a fingerprint left by a criminal at a crime scene. The murderer is no longer at the scene, and a fingerprint cannot harm anyone; it cannot interfere with or destroy anything."

Sulong's tense nerves finally relaxed; Raphael was safe.

Kurt pushed the flask back to Suron: "This scent will dissipate naturally very quickly. If you had come two days later, it would probably have completely disappeared, and no one would have been able to tell that it had been tampered with."

Hearing Kurt's definite answer, Surong was completely relieved and thanked him sincerely: "Thank you, this is very important to me."

He tucked the flask back into the inside pocket of his jacket, glanced around the underground workshop, and then asked, "Kurt, what kind of business do you offer here?"

After listening, Kurt took a swig of beer and raised his thick eyebrows: "That depends on what you need—"

Whether it's maintaining a sacred relic, strengthening it, or even forging a new one, I can do it all, provided you have enough US dollars and materials.

Su Long became interested and leaned forward slightly: "Could you give me a detailed introduction?"

Kurt chuckled and began his introduction: "Here, you don't need to bring any materials to maintain sacred objects. You only need to pay a labor fee of two thousand US dollars."

"I will help you clean the spiritual sediment accumulated inside the relic, adjust its state, and maintain and stabilize its function. This is very important for a relic that is frequently used in high-intensity battles."

"To enhance the sacred object, you'll need to prepare one mithril coin and a labor fee of ten thousand US dollars. I will fuse the mithril into the sacred object to greatly enhance its spiritual power. Of course, this is on the premise that the sacred object itself has the potential for enhancement."

After Kurt finished introducing the first two services, his tone suddenly became more serious: "As for forging sacred objects, that's much more expensive. You'll need to prepare five mithril coins and a mortal object, plus a labor fee of $80,000. I will take care of forging the mortal object you brought into a sacred object."

"However, let me make this clear from the start: there is a risk of failure in forging. If it fails, the materials and money will not be refunded."

After quickly considering the matter in his mind, Su Long said, "Since we're already here, let's give this sacred object a maintenance treatment first."

Kurt glanced at him and nodded. "Okay, come with me."

As he spoke, he turned and walked toward the work area deep inside the workshop, with Suron and Dania following closely behind.

A huge metal counter stood in the center of the work area. Kurt walked around to the back of the counter, stepped onto a specially made lifting platform, and with a mechanical sound of gears meshing, the platform slowly rose, lifting him to about the same height as Sulong.

Kurt pulled a wooden tray covered with a soft red cloth from under the counter, placed it on the table, and pushed it in front of Suron, saying, "Put the sacred object you want to preserve on this."

Without hesitation, Su Long reached inside his jacket and placed the "Sirius" and "Raphael" jackets on them.

Kurt glanced at it but said nothing.

But when Sulong took out another pair of silver knuckle dusters and placed them on the red tray...

Kurt stared at the three sacred artifacts before him, his expression turning utterly astonished, his voice involuntarily rising: "Kid, you have three sacred artifacts all by yourself?"

Su Long paused for a moment, then nodded: "Yes, is there a problem?"

Dania, standing to the side, leaned closer curiously: "Is that so strange? Isn't it normal to carry extra weapons?"

Kurt turned to look at Dania and said irritably, "You're a contract-based exorcist, and you don't have any sacred artifacts, so of course you wouldn't understand."

He placed his hands on the counter, leaned forward, and said in an extremely serious tone: "The prerequisite for using a sacred object is that the user must resonate with it on a spiritual level. This resonance is no easy feat; it places a tremendous burden on the user's soul and spirit."

"For an ordinary exorcist, being able to resonate with one sacred relic in their lifetime is already considered to have stepped into the threshold of elite status. Exorcists who can use two sacred relics at the same time are even rarer. That requires a bit of extremely good luck, a bit of talent far beyond ordinary people, and extremely powerful mental strength."

Kurt's gaze finally settled on Surong, his eyes filled with the look of someone eyeing a monster: "A guy like you, possessing and freely using three sacred artifacts at the same time, is a first in all my years as a craftsman. What exactly is your soul made of? Titanium alloy?"

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