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Ning Zheng finished the message transmission and, not wanting to stay at the manor any longer, turned and left, preparing to descend the mountain.

However, Jiucai Rong hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward:

"Manager sir, regarding that tomb, back in our hometown, we are actually quite expert in tomb raiding, we can take this job!"

"Oh?" Ning Zheng halted his steps.

Jiucai Rong's eyes lit up with excitement:

"In our group of refugees, it's common for everyone to be skilled in ambushing people from behind, tomb raiding, and rifling through things."

"There are four major schools: Tomb Raider Captain, Mountain Mover Taoist, Xieling Warriors, and General Faque. As they say, General Faque has his seal, the Tomb Raider Captain has his talisman, the Mountain Mover Taoist has his technique, and the Xieling Warriors have their armor!"

"Tomb raiding isn't something you do casually; first, you have to do a round of ghost-breathing lamp..."

Ning Zheng saw him spouting phrases that sounded both obscure and impressive as if he truly knew something.

Honestly, when they first arrived, they did seem like tomb raiders.

Shifty-eyed, rifling through everything, almost wishing to tear up the very ground.

Obviously professional thieves of some sort.

If they were given the tomb raiding task, even a floor tile from the tomb would be carted away by them.

Leaving behind a bare earth-bound spirit tomb owner, who would be left in impotent rage, with nothing remaining at home, not even a needle, while stuck in the mud.

Ning Zheng acknowledged their skills in rifling through things.

But their specialized knowledge in actual tomb raiding required further scrutiny.

After all, they claimed to be professional tomb raiders, but previously they also said they were most skilled in filial piety back home, yet their version of filial piety didn't align with the traditional concept here.

This time, Ning Zheng wasn't going to easily trust them with their tomb raiding skills.

In this world, tomb raiding tests your techniques greatly.

It even formed a specialized school, with some Demon Cultivators making a living from it.

"I'll think about it!" Ning Zheng gave an ambiguous answer and headed down the mountain.

Ning Zheng didn't bother with these excited blacksmiths.

After all.

It wasn't just about this cooperation on the tomb raiding task.

Considering the network of Demon Cultivator friends, future collaborations, whether or not he could take over, or how to take over, all posed potential issues.

After the old manager left, Jiucai Rong scratched his head, unable to figure out what went wrong: "Why didn't I take on this task?"

"I think, you expressed yourself well." The Mudworker pondered: "Looks like someone who's fond of fiction."

"After all, we triggered the NPC dialogue, is it possible some hidden hard criteria of the task weren't met?" the Food God whispered.

A group of people discussed on the spot, believing they could definitely take on the task.

But exactly how to take it, how to get the old manager's approval, was still an unknown.

It seemed we had to make efforts to make ourselves look proficient at tomb raiding.

...

Dusk.

It was already dark by six o'clock, more like eight o'clock.

Inside the manor, various River Demon Oil Lamps were lit.

They even assimilated the local customs, hanging up colorful lanterns high.

The colorful lanterns carried local characteristics, with meanings of safety and protection in the folklore of many cities.

Because when you suspect whether someone is a ghost, pointing to the lanterns and asking what color it is can determine what they are.

Very practical.

The myriad lights bloomed, making the manor appear exceedingly beautiful.

"The night-time manor is so beautiful too."

"Indeed, ancient style with full charm."

Many blacksmiths couldn't help but praise, the game environment update was to allow the blacksmiths to experience the night game mechanics.

After all, they went offline at seven before, never formally seeing what this game's true night was like.

"Thanks to the planners."

"I finally understand the darkness of night during the day now."

"You don't get it, this is to give us nightlife! How pretty are these lit night lamps? It also consumes a batch of our canteen's River Demon oil supplies."

"Just blindly praise the planners; they could serve you excrement, and you'd say it smells good."

"You don't understand, don't pay respect to my dad, next time they won't alter the probabilities for you, got it?"

...

The air was filled with a sense of joy, like it was New Year's Eve.

Not just their manor, it felt like in upcoming times, the city's residents' expenses on lights would be quite significant.

Of course, because it got dark so quickly, they saw a building down the mountain, brightly lit, clearly indicating the prison was still under wild construction, working hard.

Taking up a telescope for a look.

The two Talisman Masters there had also started laying bricks, working as construction workers.

Except they weren't particularly adept, being too noble for such work previously.

...

Among the blacksmiths.

Clang clang clang!

A blacksmith who had opened the Soul Separation Flower wielded a giant hammer, sparks flying at the forging furnace.

Soon, the sound gradually ceased, and a goosegrass weapon slowly emerged.

A group of people gathered around.

"Whoa, it's a +4, with four spell divine techniques!"

"Although we are very skilled with this weapon, its normal standard was just a +2! Occasionally reaching a +3, does the Innate Divine Techniques add that much?"

"It certainly does! Actually, the quality of the weapon depends largely on your precision, the degree of material fusion, this life-leeching precise strike, intuitively elevating techniques."

...

Everyone was frantically discussing.

Is this the essence of the blacksmiths?

This is absolutely heaven-defying.

It turns out it wasn't that their skills were lacking, but the lack of infusion, since the blacksmiths outside the manor had assistance from the spiritual root.

And now, their lower-grade spiritual root helped a bit, now we too are aided somewhat by our spiritual root.

He put down the giant hammer and voiced his sentiments:

"Hmm, each strike reduces a day's lifespan, but the precision is heaven-defying, this feeling is superbly satisfying, like the invincible perspective of God, as if I've triggered a time-stop, then wielded the hammer with an 'ora ora ora' motion."