nucmednet Chapter 301 The Arrogant Shazima
Chapter 301 The Arrogant Shazima
"Luoxia City? A level three main city?" The old dwarf stroked his beard. "To be able to get here, it seems you have some connections. You're here to find someone to forge equipment, right?"
"I'm looking for Master Sima Han," Lin Tian said without hiding anything.
The old dwarf immediately became respectful: "President Sima? He's the number one weapon refiner in our Starmoon City! But he's incredibly eccentric; many people have offered hefty sums to see him but have been turned away. Do you have an appointment?"
"Someone introduced me," Lin Tian replied simply.
"That's good, that's good." The old dwarf nodded, then lowered his voice.
"But you have to be careful. Chairman Sima hates two kinds of people the most: nouveau riche who only know how to throw money around, and laymen who pretend to know everything. When communicating with him, it's best to be direct and not beat around the bush."
"Thank you for the reminder." Lin Tian noted down the suggestion.
After wandering around the second floor for a while, Lin Tian went up to the third floor.
The environment here is more professional, with the entire floor divided into individual forging workshops, each with heavy soundproof doors.
However, the light shining through the crack in the door and the faint knocking sounds indicated that forging was taking place inside.
The corridor was decorated with introductions of each blacksmith and their areas of expertise. Judging from these introductions, those who could have their own workshops in the weapon-refining guild were at least master-level blacksmiths.
Their list of works is dazzling.
"Brother Tian, the people here are amazing," Celia whispered. "So many master-level blacksmiths..."
Indeed, in a level 3 main city, a master-level blacksmith is enough to be a guest of honor, but here, master-level is just the entry threshold.
As the largest forging organization in Starmoon City and even the entire eastern region, the Refining Guild certainly has its foundation.
Lin Tian walked around the third floor for a while without lingering.
He wasn't very interested in the forging process itself, but rather in the result.
However, judging from the energy fluctuations emanating from these workshops, the blacksmiths inside are indeed quite skilled.
When I got back to the first floor, an hour had passed.
The people waiting in the lobby had changed, but a few were still waiting patiently.
Lin Tian returned to his previous seat, closed his eyes to rest, and began to organize his next plan.
Among the materials required for job change, Abyssal Magic Iron is one of the hardest to obtain.
If Sima Han has it readily available, that would be best; if not, at least he should know the exact way to obtain it.
According to Huangpu Yun, Sima Han has clues about the Abyss Demon Iron, which means that even if he doesn't have the materials on hand, he should know where to find them.
Just as Lin Tian was deep in thought, the door to the hall was suddenly pushed open.
A man dressed in magnificent armor strode in.
He was about thirty years old, tall and robust, with short blond hair, a angular face, and undisguised arrogance in his eyes.
The armor was standard warrior equipment, but its material was clearly extraordinary, with a faint magical sheen flowing across its surface, and a fist-sized ruby inlaid on its chest.
What's even more striking is his level—a level 62 warrior.
This level is considered top-tier even in Star Moon City, no wonder he walks with his head held high and chest puffed out, looking down on everyone.
The man was followed by two attendants, both warriors, around level 55.
The three walked straight to the reception desk, and the blond man said in a commanding tone, "I want to see Master Sima Han."
The receptionist maintained a professional smile: "Do you have an appointment?"
"No." The blond man frowned. "But I have something important that I need Master Sima Han's help with. Tell him that Shazima Flame Blade requests an audience, and I'm willing to pay double the price to commission a weapon."
Shazima, the Blade of Flames. This name drew the attention of several people waiting in the hall; clearly, they had heard of him.
The receptionist's smile remained unchanged: "Mr. Shazima, I'm sorry, but the Guild Master already has an appointment today. And according to guild rules, without an appointment..."
"Rules are rigid, but people are flexible," Shazima interrupted her, taking out a small bag and casually tossing it onto the reception desk.
The bag was loosened, revealing gleaming gold coins inside. "This is one hundred gold coins, a token of my sincerity. Go and inform Master Sima Han that he will be seeing me."
The receptionist's smile faded slightly: "Mr. Shazima, the Refining Guild has its own rules. Gold coins cannot break the rules, please take them back."
Shazima's face darkened: "Do you know who I am? My father is the commander of the Flame Legion! My uncle is the deputy commander of the Starmoon City Guard! I'm only seeing Sima Han out of respect for him!"
"No matter who you are, the rules are the rules," the receptionist said firmly. "If you really need a custom-made weapon, you can make an appointment with another master blacksmith. There are twelve master blacksmiths on the third floor, and their skills are equally outstanding."
"I want the best!" Shazima raised her voice. "Only Master Sima Han is worthy of forging weapons for me! You, a mere receptionist, dare to stop me?"
The atmosphere suddenly became tense. Two of Shazima's attendants stepped forward, their hands on their sword hilts, exuding a threatening aura.
But the receptionist showed no fear; she gently pressed a button under the reception desk.
Instantly, magical runes lit up the walls around the hall, and four guards in silver armor emerged from the side door, each of them level 60 or higher.
"Mr. Shazima, the Weapon Forgers Guild forbids violence." The receptionist's voice turned cold. "If you insist on breaking the rules, I will have to ask you to leave."
Shazima's expression changed, clearly indicating that she was weighing the pros and cons.
As an important organization in Starmoon City, the Weapon Forging Guild is backed by the City Lord's Mansion and various powerful forces, so it is indeed not a place where he can run wild.
Finally, he snorted coldly and put away his money pouch: "Fine, I'll wait here! You can go and inform Master Sima Han after he's finished!"
"You can wait, but I can't guarantee whether you'll be able to see the president." The receptionist resumed her professional smile.
Shazima turned around angrily, her gaze sweeping across the hall before finally landing on Lin Tian—or rather, on Celia. Celia's luminous wings and unique appearance were indeed eye-catching.
"What are you looking at!" Shaqima was already furious and had nowhere to vent her anger. Seeing that Lin Tian was just a level 50 "weakling," she immediately transferred her anger to him.
Lin Tian kept his eyes closed, as if he hadn't heard.
This enraged Shazima even more. He walked up to Lin Tian and said condescendingly, "Hey, I'm talking to you! Who do you think you are, to sit here?"
Lin Tian slowly opened his eyes and calmly looked at Shazima: "What is it?"
"You're here to see Master Sima Han too?" Shaqima sneered. "You? Level 50? Does Master Sima Han think just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can see him? I advise you to get lost and stop wasting your time here!"