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“Ancient Sorcerer, are you really confident?”
Fang Miao looked at the Scarecrow hanging from the tree. Just a short while ago, Ancient Sorcerer had made a bet with Zheng Ying, claiming he could solve the village's strange illness within three days. Although they hadn't finalized the stakes, it was clear that if Ancient Sorcerer failed, Zheng Ying would seize the opportunity to humiliate him.
With a smile, Ancient Sorcerer said, “How could this possibly be difficult for me?”
The situation was indeed a bit troublesome, but after making some preparations, it could still be managed. Ancient Sorcerer understood well that one should only take on responsibilities that match their capabilities.
“Alright, so what are we going to do now?”
Ancient Sorcerer spoke with confidence, piquing Fang Miao's interest.
“If you're interested, let's prepare together.”
Ancient Sorcerer found a military Jeep, and with the roar of the engine, they disappeared down the mountain path.
“Hmph! In three days, let’s see how you solve this problem.”
Standing in front of the tent, Zheng Ying wore a dark expression. He was captivated by Fang Miao, but his attempts to flirt had been ignored. Now, seeing the person he had bet against going out alone with her only fueled his jealousy.
Dashi Village was quite remote. It took nearly three hours for Ancient Sorcerer and Fang Miao to reach a town.
“If it weren't for this good vehicle, we probably wouldn't have made it here without breaking down.”
Seeing that they had finally arrived at a town, Ancient Sorcerer breathed a sigh of relief. The road conditions were terrible; often there was no road at all, or what could barely be called a road was just a visible path worn by frequent foot traffic. The potholes were numerous, and large stones occasionally blocked their way.
If they weren't driving a military Jeep, they definitely wouldn't have been able to navigate such rough terrain.
“Your driving skills are quite impressive.”
Having grown up in the military, Fang Miao had been around cars from a young age. Despite the poor road conditions earlier, Ancient Sorcerer drove as if he were in his element, showcasing exceptional skill.
"I used to be a bodyguard, and not being able to drive is not an option."
Fang Miao smiled and didn't press further. Of course, bodyguards need to know how to drive, and their driving skills are generally much better than those of ordinary people, but it couldn't possibly be as good as the Ancient Sorcerer's.
She was one hundred percent sure that the Ancient Sorcerer's driving technique was definitely "military style": soldiers drive fiercely like wolves, appearing to navigate dangerous situations while being incredibly safe. This is mainly because military personnel often face complex and unfamiliar road conditions during marches, and due to time constraints, they cannot take their time to assess the situation before driving. Over time, this leads to a bold driving style.
The Ancient Sorcerer's driving was exactly this "field combat" style, so he couldn't just be an ordinary bodyguard.
However, since the Ancient Sorcerer was unwilling to elaborate, Fang Miao wisely chose not to ask further.
"What are we looking for in the town?"
The Ancient Sorcerer was there to solve the illness in Dashi Village, so naturally, he wanted to find something in the town. However, she was curious about what such a small town could possibly offer: this little town was more like a larger version of Dashi Village. From one end of the town to the other, it was easy to see through; most of the buildings were low brick structures. The only main street had some shops on both sides, but they mostly sold grains and meat, showing no signs of anything special—nothing that the Ancient Sorcerer would need.
The Ancient Sorcerer didn't say anything; after parking the car, he walked forward while surveying his surroundings. Although this town was relatively small, he believed he would definitely find what he needed.
Sure enough, when he reached the far end of the main street, the Ancient Sorcerer immediately heard a series of "ding ding dang dang" sounds.
A smile appeared on his face as he said, "We've found what we need."
"Found it?"
Fang Miao was taken aback and looked around; there didn't seem to be anything special.
"Did you not hear any sounds?"
"The sound of blacksmithing; what's so special about that?"
Fang Miao naturally heard the "ding ding dang dang" sounds and was familiar with them. She immediately realized that there was a Blacksmith Shop nearby.
"This is the place we are looking for."
After the Ancient Sorcerer spoke, he followed the sound forward. After turning a few corners, the noise grew louder, and then a Blacksmith Shop appeared before him.
"Boss!"
The Ancient Sorcerer shouted loudly as he walked in. As soon as he entered, he felt a wave of heat hit him, and a layer of fine sweat broke out. Looking ahead, he saw that the furnace was burning brightly, and a muscular man with his upper body bare was using tongs to hold a glowing red iron block, repeatedly striking it with a large iron hammer in his right hand.
Next to the furnace, there was a young boy working the bellows, the sound of wind echoing as the fire in the furnace blazed red-hot, with blue flames flickering like shadows.
Surrounding them were finished or semi-finished tools like hoes and pitchforks, all typical farming implements that could be found in rural areas.
"What’s going on?"
It wasn't until the red-hot iron block darkened from repeated hammering that Lei Li stopped. He first placed the iron block back into the furnace to continue heating it, then wiped his face with a towel and looked at the Ancient Sorcerer.
"Hey, I want to buy a Machete."
While surveying his surroundings earlier, the Ancient Sorcerer had roughly counted and noticed that this burly man had struck with his hammer at least 100 times in less than two minutes, with very short and even intervals between each strike. This indicated that although he was just a blacksmith, he was definitely skilled.
Moreover, the Ancient Sorcerer also noticed that all the farming tools in the shop seemed to be made from the same mold; they were all identical in size and shape, with razor-sharp edges—like how the edge of that hoe gleamed coldly, resembling a blade rather than a farming tool.
"Thick back, three feet three inches long."
"I have one; how about this one?"
Within several dozen miles, his craftsmanship was the best. In recent years, people often came to him for swords and knives. Such items were considered "contraband," but due to their high prices, he would take on some of those orders. So at first, Lei Li thought this young man had come to order some custom sword or knife but did not expect him to only want to buy a Machete.
"Yes, what do you think of this one?"
Lei Li lost interest at that moment and picked up a Machete from the nearby shelf, handing it to the Ancient Sorcerer. This was one of the most common tools in the countryside and wasn't worth much.
"I'll take a look."
The Ancient Sorcerer took the Machete and noticed it was made entirely of iron. The blade was about an inch wide at the tip, gradually narrowing down, especially at the handle where it suddenly tapered to half an inch wide. The handle itself was a piece of pipe about thirty centimeters long, fitting perfectly in hand.
It was a very practical knife!
It was also heavy enough, especially at the sharpened edge, which was ground quite sharp. When he lightly pressed his finger against it, a slight sting immediately followed, indicating that the steel used for the blade was quite good and sharpened well.
"Not bad! I'll take it."
The Ancient Sorcerer nodded lightly; this knife was exactly what he needed.
After paying, the Ancient Sorcerer walked out of the Blacksmith Shop.
"Is this what you came to town for?"
Seeing the Ancient Sorcerer come out with a Machete, Fang Miao was taken aback. She hadn't gone inside because she could see through the door that there was a big man inside with his upper body bare and only wearing a pair of shorts.
"That's right, I came for this. Let's go back; it's getting late, and by the time we head back, it will probably be dark."
Although Fang Miao was curious, she knew that Ancient Sorcerer was right. So she quickly walked with him toward where they had parked the car.
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