Chapter 317: [Ember Meteor]

"I shouldn't have asked..."

Xia Nan walked on the street, his facial expression as calm and waveless as usual.

The blood-stained torn shirt, the fine-looking arm shield and leg armor, the sword hilt hanging behind his back, and the condensed temperament he himself emitted.

But as long as one had a little discernment, one could see that this was a veteran adventurer who had just returned from a mission and possessed strong strength.

The cold and dangerous aura lingering around him made the passersby walking toward him on the road subconsciously quicken their pace, separating and avoiding to both sides like a water flow, even if he had no extra movements or expressions.

His eyes were deep and pitch-black, and his broken hair was like shadows swaying and covering his forehead.

No one knew what this black-haired young man, who made people feel cold and dangerous, was thinking at this moment.

Xia Nan only felt that his heart was bleeding.

The physical fitness far exceeding that of professionals and the excellent perception ability allowed him to remember the picture of the sword he swung in an incomparably clear way, as if replaying it.

The sharp sword blade flashing with cold light, wrapped in explosive ochre-red force field energy, slashed open along the wound on the Corrosive Monster's chest.

Wherever the light sword reached, the dense fibrous muscle bundles and membranes had no resistance at all and were easily severed.

The force field energy went deep inside, crushing the monster's internal organs.

Xia Nan could even recall the slight sluggishness the moment his longsword entered the Corrosive Monster's body, and the touch of the feather gill being burst, which was more brittle than the muscle style.

That was the sound of the gold coins that should have been in his hands turning into nothingness in an instant.

After crossing over, this was the first time he felt the heavy weight of "knowledge."

If he had known in advance that the feather gill was worth so much money, facing the Corrosive Monster whose strength was more than half weakened by serious injury, he would definitely have chosen to fight it in a more flexible way, avoiding damage to its internal organs as much as possible.

If he had known in advance that the feather gill was worth so much money, he would have shifted a little lower when he swung that sword, avoiding this key part.

If he...

At this point, no matter how annoyed he was, it had no meaning.

Xia Nan decided to double the time he originally used for emergency cramming of various knowledge of this world during his rest in the town, besides daily training, from the recent one and a half hours to three hours.

And he would increase the proportion of time for learning knowledge related to the body structure of various monsters and high-value materials.

The Aifala Continent is vast and boundless, and the number of monsters living on the continent is even harder to count.

Even the most experienced adventurer wouldn't dare to say that he could be completely clear about the material value of every monster.

For Xia Nan, this was undoubtedly a long process with no end in sight.

Even if he studied like this for a few years, events like the Corrosive Monster's feather gill might still happen frequently.

But he was not the kind of personality who would just rot because the possibility of success was too slim.

Action or not, doing or not doing, the nature is completely different.

Right now, the materials collected from this mission had all been processed in "Green Grass Crucible." The Spined Devil-related ones sold for 60 gold, and the nerve fibers, parts of the shell, and eyeballs of the Corrosive Monster later, the total selling price was even higher. Edwinna helped Xia Nan round it up, exactly 100 gold.

Adding them together, it was a total of 160 gold in revenue.

"If that feather gill could also be brought back at the beginning, it could have added more than three hundred gold, and the deficit of the longsword recasting could have been filled directly."

There was still lingering regret in his heart.

Xia Nan shook his head lightly and stopped thinking about it.

After processing these materials, his loot still remained.

He planned to take the few weapons from the Imps and the Spined Devil to the Iron Hammer Shop, and while accepting the recast longsword, see if he could sell them for a good price.

The familiar road had been walked countless times.

When Xia Nan came to the Iron Hammer Shop carrying the bundle of Devil weapons, that tall and sturdy figure was also as usual, guarding behind the counter, concentrating on wiping and maintaining the metal devices in his hands.

He greeted from afar, and the other party looked up in response.

While responding, his gaze swept over the shirt on Xia Nan's upper body without armor protection, and glanced toward the sword hilt that was the only one left behind his back.

This blacksmith, who enjoyed a great reputation in River Valley Town, showed a smile that had already become accustomed to, and even carried a hint of relief.

"I remember that plate-chain composite armor of yours, you just bought it not long ago, right?"

"It hasn't been a few days." Xia Nan nodded slightly, "I haven't even opened the maintenance tools you gave me at that time."

"What about that longsword that was said to be for transition? I remember mentioning to you at that time, maintain it well, and I can recycle it at a high price after your new sword forging is completed, right?"

With a last glimmer of luck, Ba'en pursued the question.

"Luck is not very good. The situation of this mission was a bit dangerous, and I didn't pay attention for a while, so..." Xia Nan shrugged helplessly.

Although the situation like this right now had been repeated many times, the other party should have been accustomed to it, but this time it was not just the armor, even the longsword was scrapped together.

Worried that Ba'en would think too much, Xia Nan chose his words and added:

"Rest assured, it's not a quality problem; it's purely because the intensity of the battle was too high, plus some unexpected emergencies."

The same rhetoric, he had said more than once.

Ba'en could naturally understand what Xia Nan wanted to express.

But as a craftsman who left his clan, came to the dangerous front line to open such an iron shop, and had a pursuit for the forging path, he was responsible.

Facing the super-high scrap rate of the young man's armor in front of him, which was replaced almost once per mission, he still couldn't help but feel discouraged.

Vaguely, there were signs of "Dao heart breaking."

For this reason, the armor Ba'en forged recently, after completion, he even added a few extra procedures to test the strength and toughness, just to avoid the possibility of missing defective products to the maximum extent.

Although he didn't say it, in fact, the plate-chain composite armor sold to Xia Nan that day was a special product he had prepared in advance, which had undergone incomparably detailed testing and inspection, and even extra reinforcement in some positions.

As a result, the speed of scrapping was even faster than before.

Even the special two-handed longsword was reduced to waste together.

"Their remains... did you bring them back? Can you let me see them?" Ba'en's expression was sincere, "No other meaning, I just want to know where they went wrong, so I can improve later."

Recalling the plate-chain composite armor that was grazed by the Devil spellcaster's lightning bolt and turned into a pile of heavy scrap iron falling to the ground, and the two-handed longsword that was pitted and could only be used as a crab-clamping tool under the scorching of the remaining fire in the 【Ember Afterimage】 state.

Xia Nan was speechless for a while.

After a moment of silence, he opened his mouth again in a relatively sincere tone:

"Their damage degree is relatively high, and there is no possibility of recycling, plus I had a lot of loot materials to bring back from this mission, so I didn't bring them back."

Hearing this, Ba'en's gaze subconsciously swept toward the bundle Xia Nan was carrying in his hand.

He sighed:

"Then let's talk about it next time."

As soon as the words fell, the expression on the face of this rough and sturdy man with beard braids changed from the previous slight melancholy and helplessness, becoming significantly excited.

Putting the ironware in his hand back under the counter, he threw the gauze toward the waste pile casually, greeted, and turned to walk quickly toward the inner room:

"That beheading longsword of yours has been recast."

"Very successful, you will definitely be satisfied!" ===== CHAPTER 318 =====