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Who among you has the best gambling luck?

The goblins present looked at each other, and finally, one of them stepped forward.

"I consider myself the luckiest goblin in your special forces, Miss Tanis."

"Very good... I just regained some strange memories. The memories told me that guys who are more likely to roll full numbers on dice can make unknown drops better... Go! The task of identifying that pile of stuff is yours!"

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"Refined equipment, common equipment, magical equipment, magical equipment, common equipment..."

The goblin chosen as the appraiser held a special instrument for testing magical auras and pressed it against each item. With each word he uttered, Tennys's face grew increasingly grim.

"Excuse my bluntness, Miss Tannis, metaphysics is never reliable."

The throttle burst, and he calmly made a sarcastic comment.

"Can't you let me indulge in a little metaphysics?! I know that the things they're collected are predetermined by how they're collected, but I still want to pursue my dreams!"

"I looked at it while I was collecting things. The best item in there is the sword used by that giant dragon beast at the beginning, but that sword is only of a fine quality and a bit too big. Ordinary people can't use it at all. It's at most a wealthy nobleman would buy it as a decoration..."

Just as the bolt was relentlessly inflicting psychological damage on Tannis, the goblin in charge of appraising the equipment exclaimed in surprise.

"Miss Tanyas, I think you should take a look at this!"

"what happened?"

Tannis immediately went to the car and saw that the testing device in the goblin's hand was emitting an amazing light!

"This is...that sword? The spiritual light it exudes has far surpassed the level of excellent!"

Bolt also came over, and then the other drowsy goblins perked up and gathered around them.

"That's strange. I checked this greatsword when I was collecting it earlier, and it was definitely a fine-grade spirit sword, wasn't it?"

The burst throttle was completely baffled.

"These things just happened to form a self-circulating magic circle, and then the energy flow was cut off when the magical power was gathering. Unfortunately, this greatsword was able to withstand that power, so it ended up looking like what we see now."

The goblin spellcaster rummaged through the other things in the car and gave a reason that sounded very far-fetched.

What is the probability?

"It is infinitely close to zero, and you might not encounter it even once in a thousand years."

The spellcaster goblin watched as Tannis shoved the goblin into her equipment for inspection and twitched the corner of his mouth.

"If luck had a physical form, then you've already used up all the luck you have for the rest of your life..."

25. Go home, Camille.

Finally, at the insistence of the goblin who had also begun to believe in metaphysics, Tannis had no choice but to take over the task and begin inspecting the remaining spoils.

However, there was nothing surprising among the remaining loot. Perhaps the theory of the self-circulating magic circle was indeed correct. In the end, the only valuable item was a fine-quality ornament pendant.

"It can provide a slight fire resistance and increase the caster's upper limit of magical adaptability. The mages in the mage tower would definitely be willing to pay a high price for it."

The experienced Burst Bolt set the trinket aside and began examining the Bonefire Shield.

“That’s right, that’s right, this is genuine bonefire, forged from evil flames. In its first battle, its cruel user used it to burn a gladiator squad to death with its bonefire shields. The high nobles of Stormwind City especially love this kind of thing—especially given its amazing practical value.”

Setting down the Bonefire Shield, Explosive Bolt meticulously examined the last piece of equipment: a greatsword with a golden, coiled dragon-shaped handle, a peculiar raised design on its broad blade, and rune decorations.

"...The power of this sword can improve the user's reaction speed, making it easier for them to parry attacks, and it also has the effect of increasing the user's attack speed... Moreover, it can also infuse a portion of its power into the user's body, making the user stronger. If a suitable caster can be found to transfer its power into a one-handed sword, I believe that group of heavily armored warriors will particularly like it."

After the inspection was completed, the bolt spewed out a series of effects that left the other goblins speechless.

"My God... this weapon must be epic-level, right?"

"Compared to other epic weapons, what it lacks is a legendary story—wait, Miss Tanis, the battle you fought to obtain this sword could very well be the content of an epic tale for this sword!"

Suddenly remembering something, Bao Shuan clapped his hands and looked at Tannis. Tannis, who had also thought of something, gave a somewhat forced smile.

"Can't a legendary weapon fetch a high price without being a legendary item?"

"Of course not! Epic equipment is not only about having powerful effects, but also about being remembered in history, being carried by someone who will be remembered in history, or being obtained in a battle that can be classified as epic! Miss Tanis, you recaptured Lakeside Town, defeated a wolf rider force, a giant dragon beast, and a bunch of dragonmen that you can't even classify. Such a battle is absolutely worthy of being called an epic in the region!"

"Then, let's do it..."

"I will do my best, Miss Tanis. Now, please allow me to tidy these things up first."

Burst pushed the cart away, while an exhausted Tannis sat down on the ground, leaning against a piece of scrap metal, looking at the distant Redridge Mountains, sorting through the fragments of memories that had squeezed into her mind.

After a long while, Tennys let out a breath.

"The King of Blackrock Spire... the Black Dragon Prince... heh, what a formidable opponent..."

——————————————A few days later——————————————————————

"What, Miss Tanis, you're going back to Camlido? We've only just begun here!"

Scott, now the first mayor of Lakeside, looked at Tennys, who was saying goodbye to him, with a surprised tone.

"It's just me leaving. After Bolt and the others finish resupplying in Stormwind, they'll return via teleportation to continue teaching you how to use goblin machinery to aid agricultural production. King Varian will abide by our agreement, so don't worry."

"Wasn't your initial plan to stay here until the first harvest? How come...?"

"Plans can't keep up with changes. Some big shot might be targeting me. I need to lay low for a while."

Tanis felt a surge of irritation at the thought of that guy on Blackrock Spire. Although she still couldn't remember what the guy with the title of Black Dragon Prince was called or what he looked like, she had pieced together from her fragmented memories a mad scientist—no, a dragon—who was squatting in a laboratory frantically conducting biochemical experiments, hoping to create a powerful biological warfare weapon. Being targeted by such a guy was definitely not going to be a good thing!

"Goodbye, then."

Knowing that Tennys might not return for years, Scott bowed respectfully to her.

"Goodbye, Mayor Scott."

After shaking hands with the mayor to say goodbye, Tennys activated the mechanical assistant's teleportation device and disappeared into the wind.

—————————————Pristo's Mansion————————————————————

"That guy who took down one of my rainbow dragonkin...back to Kamrido?"

Nefarian, the Black Dragon Prince, who went by the alias Victor Nefarianios, raised his voice an octave.

"That's right, my brother. She seems to have sensed something. After settling the humans in Lakeside Town, she left the Eastern Kingdom directly. I didn't even have a chance to arrange for you to meet her."

Countess Prestor—no, her true identity should be Onyxia, the Black Dragon Princess—enjoyed her fruit leisurely, watching her brother's amusing expression reflected in the crystal ball, finding it quite delightful.

"It seems we all underestimated her vigilance."

"So, my brother, do you need me to bring her to you when I return to Kamlido? I've become interested in her too."

Onyxia put down the fruit she was holding and smiled as she offered a suggestion that sounded quite absurd.

“You know this is impossible, my sister. Father was recently attacked by several other dragon kings and his whereabouts are unknown. I think if we show ourselves, they would be happy to capture us and interrogate us about Father’s whereabouts.”

"So, shall we leave this matter here for now?"

"Let's put this aside for now. Don't touch those goblins who do business, and don't go to Kamlidor. Anyway... she showed me the flaws in my creation... my experiment... is almost complete..."

"I'll be watching, brother."

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"Black Dragon, what a troublesome opponent."

After listening to Tannis describe her experiences and what she thought might be her opponents, Gazlowe leaned back on the sofa, his tone devoid of any worry.

"Dad, that's a dragon!"

"Even the Black Dragon wouldn't dare to attack goblins indiscriminately. You know, the Black Dragon King's armor was made under the direction of some money-grubbing guy... However, it would indeed be a foolish move to clash with them too much."

After saying that, Gazlowe patted Tannis's head.

"Stay in Ratchet until you pay back the money you borrowed from me. It seems I've started a new profession..."

I. Repairman

The Dark Portal, Year 19, Ratchet, Port.

A luxury cruise ship from Stormwind, guided by dockworkers, slowly docked at the pier of the port, which had been expanded more than three times its original size. It dropped anchor, and then, as the gangplank was lowered, a group of well-dressed people filed out, led by their servants.

As soon as these people disembarked, some goblins who had been waiting on the dock in motorcycles quickly surrounded them. They took out their credentials and patted their chests to prove that they were perfectly legitimate taxi drivers, while loudly introducing the various areas of Ratchet and demonstrating their value as guides.

Soon, a nobleman selected a motorcycle and got on. The goblin, seeing a passenger board, wore a bright smile, collected a starting fee of 10 copper coins, and then asked the nobleman where he wanted to go.

"The Tinkerers' Guild, that's where I need to go."

"Ha, you want to become a tinkerer?"

The goblin started the motorcycle's engine and began chatting with the guests.

"That's right. My physical abilities are not good enough to become a knight, and I don't have the talent to become a spellcaster either. I thought I would just drift through my life like this until I learned about the existence of the Tinker profession. It is said that this profession does not require any arcane adaptability or physical ability. Is that true?"

The nobleman readily admitted it.

"Of course it's true! You have excellent taste! Although our Ratchet's Tinker profession system has only been established for about five years, its strength is beyond doubt. Versatility, exceptional environmental adaptability, and the elegance of turning enemies to ashes with a flick of the finger—all these demonstrate that this profession is perfect! Best of all, there are no entry requirements for Tinker!!"

The goblin got excited and started chattering on about the benefits of the tinker.

"No entry requirements? What do you mean?"

A flicker of excitement flashed in the nobleman's eyes.

"Because tinkering is a profession that utilizes the power of engineering in combat, and many aspects of engineering simply require knowing which button to press, it normally takes more than three years to become a certified tinker. However, if you have money, enough money, you can pay a fee to the Tinker's Guild and undergo a 7-day intensive training course, and then you can become a certified tinker!"

"Is this even possible?"

"Of course! These repairmen are certified, but their combat effectiveness depends on the extra fee you pay each month."

Upon hearing that an extra fee would be charged each month, the nobleman frowned slightly.

How much per month?

"You'll have to ask the Repairmen's Guild for that. They have different prices—and of course, they're all worth it. Ah! We've arrived at the guild!"

The goblin controlled his motorcycle to stop in front of a huge building with a giant pot-lid-like structure on top, several chimneys emitting smoke, and a bunch of gears spinning on the door, giving it a very mechanical look. He then opened the door.

"50 copper coins, thank you."