Is this NPC even playable if it's not nerfed?

Chapter 171 Repairing the Divine Furnace, The Origin of Miller the Demon

"Who did this?"

"It's such a waste to smash a perfectly good Heavenly-grade divine weapon."

Old Lu was still chattering away, completely unaware that the Six Doors constables' expressions were becoming increasingly strange.

They really wanted to laugh, but they didn't dare.

They didn't even dare tell Lao Lu that Lu Yuan did it, for fear that Lu Yuan would cause them trouble.

"By the way, did you come here to see Xiao Yuan?"

"Yes, yes, we're looking for him."

"Is there a problem?"

Old Lu glanced hesitantly at the Six Doors constables. Their expressions were a bit strange. What kind of bad idea were they thinking of?
"That's right, we're delivering spoils of war to Lu Yuan."

"We have already reported his merits to the imperial court, and a reward will be issued soon."

The constable from the Six Doors briefly explained his purpose, and then pushed the items on the cart behind him in front of Lao Lu.

"These are the spoils of war you're talking about?"

"Yeah."

"Was this divine weapon also smashed by Xiao Yuan?"

Old Lu suddenly thought of something, slapped his forehead, and looked distressed.

That spendthrift son.

The spendthrift son who ruined the divine weapon is one of my own.

It's really annoying.

It's such a waste to destroy such a powerful weapon.

"Ahem, well, we dare not say. Um, we'll be leaving now. We'll leave the spoils here."

The constables dropped their spoils and left without looking back.

They were terrified that Lu Yuan would appear any second and come after them.

"Ugh."

Old Lu sighed deeply, his expression one of helplessness.

"Grandpa, what's wrong?"

"Don't you want this junk anymore?"

Chen Yiyi didn't know why her great-grandfather would make that expression; she couldn't understand why this pile of junk was fragments of a divine weapon.

She couldn't even understand what a divine weapon was.

All she saw was a pile of junk.

"Oh my, this isn't junk, it's a divine weapon."

"Forget it, I can't explain it to you. Go play now. Grandpa will grill you chicken wings tonight."

Old Lu couldn't explain the origin of the divine weapon to Chen Yiyi, so he could only find an excuse to send her away.

After Chen Yiyi left, Lao Lu woke Lu Yuan up from inside the house.

"Xiao Yuan, come out."

"What's the matter?"

"Go to the warehouse and get some materials. We'll go to Xiao Chai's shop to repair this divine weapon."

Old Lu pointed to the fragments of the divine furnace on the cart.

"Why bother repairing this junk? Just throw it away."

Lu Yuan glanced at the wreckage on the cart and said casually.

He recognized it; these broken pieces were the divine furnace he had shattered with a single blow last night.

He never expected that the Six Doors would send him that junk as a trophy.

"What a load of junk!"

"You'll get struck by lightning for wasting such a precious resource all day long."

"Look carefully, is this divine weapon broken?"

"The spirit within the fragments remains intact; with just a little repair, it will become a complete Heavenly-grade divine weapon."

"Throw it away? I think you're confused."

Old Lu snorted and urged Lu Yuan to fetch some precious metals for repair from the warehouse. He then pushed the cart and delivered it all the way to Chai Jin's shop.

"Master, senior brother, you've arrived."

"What are these?"

Chai Jin put down the hammer in his hand and curiously looked at the things on the cart.

A pile of junk, and very precious metals.

Do you have an empty stove?

"Yes, yes, yes."

"Come on, lend a hand. Today, your master will teach you how to repair a Heavenly-grade divine weapon."

Old Lu handed over his walking stick.

Chai Jin took the cane, still not quite understanding what was happening.

"What? A Heavenly-grade divine weapon? Master, you want to repair a Heavenly-grade divine weapon? Where is the weapon? Let me see it."

Chai Jin looked somewhat horrified.

A Heavenly-level divine weapon? Holy crap, I actually have the opportunity to participate in the repair of a Heavenly-level divine weapon?

I'm awesome!

"Look, aren't these the ones?"

Old Lu pointed to the junk on the cart.

"These pieces of junk are Heaven-level divine weapons?"

Chai Jin could hardly believe that this pile of junk was a Heavenly-level divine weapon.

"Yes."

"Master, can it be repaired after being damaged like this?"

Chai Jin was puzzled. "It's already broken like this, what's the point of repairing it? We can just forge a new one."

"can."

"The materials of a Heavenly-grade divine weapon are top-notch. As long as there is still some spiritual energy left on it, it can be repaired."

"If the spiritual essence is gone, then there is no value in repairing it; we can only use its materials to forge a Class 1 weapon."

Old Lu threw all the fragments into the furnace, then explained as he hammered away.

Chai Jin listened with great interest, while Lu Yuan showed little interest and left after listening for half a minute.

……

"Chief Constable, have you eaten?"

"I ate, what about you?"

"We've eaten, how about we have a drink together?"

"No, no, I have something to do later."

"See you."

Lu Yuan was greeting the vendors when suddenly he saw a familiar figure. He immediately walked over and put his arm around the person's shoulder.

"Old Sun, I caught you slacking off during work hours."

"Oh dear, Chief Constable, don't scare people like that! You can scare people to death."

Old Sun was startled, but breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it was Lu Yuan.

"If you're going to slack off, then slack off. But you're acting so suspiciously. Anyone who doesn't know the situation would think you're a thief."

Lu Yuan said irritably.

We're both slackers, so we all know each other's secrets.

It's no surprise that this guy left work early again to go to a brothel for some fun.

Living in brothels all day long, he'll die in a woman's belly sooner or later.

"No way! I, Old Sun, look perfectly upright. How do I look like a thief?"

"Alright, alright, I just happened to have something to ask you."

"What's the matter?"

Do you know anything about Europe?

"Last night I killed a bastard from the demonic path."

"Yes, it's that remnant of the Demon Yin Sect from Black Mountain City. Besides being a remnant of the Demon Yin Sect, he's also a deacon of the French Miller Order."

"What exactly is this Miller Cult?"

That night, Lu Yuan saw from Long Dingdong's data panel that the Miller Cult was no ordinary organization.

Can the Miller Order be anything but ordinary, capable of elevating a third-rank martial artist to the peak of the second rank and adding a demonic attribute bonus?

It might be another demonic sect.

"European continent, information is rather limited there, so I wouldn't say I understand it well, but I do know some information."

"For example, I happen to know a little about the Miller Cult that the chief constable mentioned."

Old Sun coughed a few times and said seriously.

"Perfect timing? What a coincidence!"

Lu Yuan smiled.

"Ahem, what a coincidence."

Old Sun had a thick skin and managed not to give himself away.

"Talk about it."

"The Miller Cult worships the ancient demon Miller."

"There are many different theories about Miller's origin. The Vatican says that Miller is the demon king who became the demon king after the archangel Michael fell into hell. He has divine power comparable to God and is one of the strongest demon kings in hell, second only to the original Satan."

"Another version of the story is that Miller was once a wise man among men. Because he saw through the ugliness of the world and was unwilling to accept it, he stole the power of the gods and planned to destroy the world. In the end, he was defeated by the hero and banished to hell to become the demon king."

"The Miller Order itself claims that the Miller Demon is one of the original demons in the world, possessing boundless power, holding the authority over art, and is the original god of art."

"Therefore, in order to serve the devil Miller, the Miller Cult developed countless perverse aesthetics disguised as art. The cult leader, Master Nandu, was the most perverse of all, and he liked to collect the skin of young girls to make various books."

"The members of the Miller Cult have all sorts of strange fetishes. Some like to drink blood, some like to run around naked, and some even have the extreme taste of eating feces. They are all kinds of weird."

"The only thing that can rival its level of exoticism is the Minotaur Cult in neighboring Prussia."

"what?"

……

(End of this chapter)