Wrong, my props refresh every day

"That's right, ever since Mr. Hoshimi came in, someone hasn't taken their eyes off you~"

The silver-haired girl also teased.

"I, I just..." Liu's ears turned red and almost bled, and the potato in his hand fell to the ground with a "plop".

She bent down in a panic to pick it up, but almost bumped into Xingjian who was also bending over.

The two of them looked so flustered that Xier covered her mouth and chuckled, and Anya even rolled on the ground laughing.

"Ania!" Liu stood up in embarrassment, but because of her violent movements, she almost bumped into Xingjian's chin again. Then she stood there at a loss, her lake blue eyes filled with panic, completely unlike her usual calm and self-possession.

Xing Jian looked at her flushed cheeks and suddenly felt that the pain in his wounds was gone. He gently picked up the potatoes on the ground and handed them to Liu:

"I'm back, Miss Liu."

These five simple words made a sparkle in the elf girl's eyes.

She took the potato, muttered "idiot" under her breath, turned around and ran back to the kitchen.

Only the slightly raised corners of her mouth and the much lighter steps revealed her true mood.

However, this warm reunion atmosphere did not last for three seconds before it was interrupted by a deafening roar.

"Stinky brat!"

Mia's mother's huge body rushed out of the kitchen like a chariot, the strong muscles unique to the dwarves were stretched tight under her apron, and then she grabbed Xingjian's collar and easily lifted the 1.8-meter-tall boy off the ground.

"You almost lost your life in the dungeon, didn't you?!"

Mia's mother's eyes widened and the hot air she exhaled directly covered Xingjian's face.

"You still owe me two and a half years of work. If you die in the dungeon, who will take over?!"

"S-Sorry, Mia-san..."

Xingjian was dangling in the air like a cat grabbed by the scruff of the neck, looking towards the bar for help.

At the same time, God Mih, who was helping to mix the fruit wine, saw this and quickly put down his work, smiled and said gently:

"Miya Xingjianjun's performance this time was actually quite outstanding. He did it mainly for... my clan."

"Come on this!"

Mia's mother turned her head and ignored the Medicine God's advice, but she unconsciously relaxed the strength of her hands. "You gods only know how to pamper these reckless brats!"

Xier nervously twisted the edge of her apron: "Um...Miya's mother, Mr. Xingjian just got discharged from the hospital..."

"Shut up!" The proprietress yelled but quietly adjusted her grip to avoid Xingjian's wound which had not yet fully healed.

"Look at all those wounds! Brat, a true heroic adventurer isn't about defeating powerful enemies, but about returning safely from the dungeon every day. Do you understand that?!"

"I, I understand! Mi...Miya's mother..."

Hoshimi, swaying in the air, felt for the first time a power a hundred times more terrifying than that of the mutant Milotaur!

God Mih took the opportunity to hand over a cup of steaming soothing tea and said:

"Because of this, Hoshimi-kun needs to take some time off today to continue recuperating... Mia, let's end this matter here."

Mia's mother narrowed her eyes suspiciously, looking back and forth between Xingjian and Mihe Shen.

Anya's tail curled up nervously, and Miss Liu was also trembling slightly.

what to do……

I want to help...

But it seems that no one here combined can defeat Mia's mother...

"Humph!"

In the end, the dwarf proprietress threw Xingjian back to the ground with a force that seemed rough but cleverly avoided any injuries.

"Get back here before dinner!"

Mia's mother turned and walked towards the kitchen, but when she passed by Xingjian, she stuffed a bag of steaming elf cookies into his pocket with a dexterity that was completely inconsistent with her size.

This is a special dessert baked with special herbs that can accelerate wound healing.

Xingjian touched his bulging pockets and the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose.

Mia's mother turned her back to everyone and muttered in a rough voice: "If you dare to come back injured again, I will break your legs..."

God Mihe winked at Xingjian, and a hint of understanding flashed in the eyes of the God of Medicine.

They all knew that behind this strictness was Mia's mother's unspoken concern.

Just like she always curses at adventurers before they go out on an expedition, but secretly prepares the strongest bags for them; just like she is obviously furious, but still remembers everyone's favorite food in the tavern.

Seeing that Mia's mother had finally given up on her grudge, the atmosphere in the tavern suddenly relaxed. Xier gently stroked her chest and breathed a sigh of relief, a gentle smile once again appearing in her silver-gray eyes.

"Great, then Mr. Xingjian, have a good rest today."

Anya's cat ears twitched happily, and her golden tail drew circles behind her:

"Meow~ Anya and Seele have already cleaned Hoshimi's room so thoroughly! They even changed the sheets, meow!"

Xingjian nodded to them gratefully, then said apologetically:

"Thank you so much. But I still have some things to deal with..."

Before he finished speaking, Xingjian had already walked quickly towards the door.

Miss Liu took two steps forward worriedly.

"Mr. Hoshimi! Your injury has just healed..."

Xingjian turned around and gave Miss Liu and everyone in the tavern a reassuring smile, then gently closed the door of the tavern.

The cool evening breeze blew across his face, and Xingjian quickened his pace and headed towards a pub on East Street.

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Chapter 49 You said I was cheating, so let me ask you if using props consumes mental energy?

Dusk flowed across the western sky like molten gold, dyeing the white buildings of Orario a warm amber. The evening breeze, carrying smoke from cooking and the fragrance of flowers, swirled across the cobblestone road. The magic stone lamps on the street lit up one by one, casting a hazy halo in the deepening night.

The cast iron sign of the "Eye of the Crucible" tavern swayed gently in the twilight, and the dark red magic stone light tubes outlined the pattern of a half-open giant eye.

Xingjian stood in front of the door, took a deep breath, and pushed open the oak door carved with forging hammer patterns.

The scorching heat mingled with the aroma of ale, the tang of roasted meat, and the distinctly cold odor of metal. The interior of the tavern was much larger than the exterior, with a variety of weapon models hanging from the high ceiling, ranging from ancient flintlock rifles to the latest magic swords.

The giant furnace model in the center was spewing harmless magical flames, illuminating the entire space in a vibrant orange-red color.

The soles of Xingjian's boots made a slight creaking sound as they stepped on the floor covered with copper chips. His eyes passed over the noisy crowd and locked directly on the circular booth in the corner.

There sat an old dwarf with a brass eyepatch, polishing some metal part with a file.

"Mr. Walkerling."

Hoshimi sat down opposite the old man and gently placed the red badge given to him by Hephaestus on the table.

The old dwarf's wrinkled face lifted, his one good eye a strange amber color in the dim light.

He put down the file and ran his calloused fingers over the forged hammer marks on the token's surface.

"Hephaestus' new favorite?"

His voice was like the rusty gears rubbing against each other, yet strangely, it had a certain rhythm.

Hoshimi nodded.

But calling him "darling" feels a bit strange, since Lord Hephaestus is not the gay Apollo.

"I heard you single-handedly challenged the mutant Milotaur? Pretty impressive. Take a seat."

As Xingjian sat down on the smooth wooden stool, a glass of bubbling beer was pushed in front of him.

"I don't drink..."

"Honey brew, kid. Specially prepared for those idiots who are covered in wounds."

Walkerlin snorted, took a long gulp of the ale, and his beard was covered with foam, and then he continued:

"I heard from Tsubaki that you came here for that little lizard, right?"

"Yes, please, Mr. Walklin, provide me with the latest information on the young dragon."

Xingjian picked up the wine glass, took a big sip, and said.

It is not difficult for Xingjian, a first-level adventurer, to conquer the young dragon. After all, at most it is at the peak of LV2, which can be killed in one move. Adventurers who are too weak cannot give definite suggestions, so Xingjian will meet the dwarf adventurer who was originally from the family of Hephaestus.

He seems to be a retired adventurer who specializes in studying "dragon-type" monsters.

"You're only at Level 1, and you're already eyeing a [Dragon] monster. You're truly fearless. Well, since it's Lord Hephaestus's request, I'll tell you all the details I know."

The old dwarf adventurer wiped his mouth with his sleeve, took out a piece of parchment, pointed his rough fingers at the two monsters drawn on the parchment, and said in a low voice:

"Listen carefully, the baby dragons that appear on the upper level are different from other monsters. There are two types of them."

"Earth Dragon, obsidian scales, five meters long, weighing approximately three tons. Its front claws can easily tear through the heavy armor of a Lv. 2 adventurer. Be especially careful of its burrowing ability; it's often found in mountainous areas."

"A flying dragon with a wingspan of four and a half meters and dark red scales. Its lava breath has a range of twenty meters and can last for up to seven seconds. However, there is a thirty-second cooldown period after each breath, which is the best time to counterattack. It often appears in open areas."

The old dwarf suddenly pulled out a scale that smelled of sulfur from his arms. "This is a sample I just got. Look at the lines along the edge of the scale. These radial cracks indicate it's an immature specimen, and its reverse scales haven't fully hardened yet."

Xingjian took a closer look and found that there was indeed a small area of ​​lighter color at the base of the scales, and the surface patterns were also sparser.

Walklin tapped the area with the tip of his dagger, then tapped his own neck. "All dragon species have their magic stones here, so this is their weak spot. However, a young dragon's reverse scale is exceptionally fragile, only one-tenth the thickness of an adult dragon, so they instinctively protect this area. When you find an opportunity, attack the magic stone on the neck."

"But remember, even an incomplete dragon is still at the peak of Lv.2. Its breath can melt steel, and a single sweep of its tail can shatter a Lv.2 adventurer. The durability of the rest of its body reaches Lv.3."

Xingjian nodded solemnly and handed the scale back, "Thank you, old senior. Wait for my good news later."

"It's good that you came back alive. You're a LV1 and you want to challenge a monster equivalent to a LV3 elementary level. You must be tired of living."

The old dwarf took a long sip of his wine and glanced at Xingjian.

Xingjian smiled faintly, then gathered her things and said goodbye to the dwarf adventurer. As night was about to fall, Xingjian returned to the [Hostes of Plenty] before dinner, so she didn't have her legs broken by Mia's mother...

After that, Xingjian began to organize the props he currently had.

Recharge the dead electric pill.

Fixed the dry smoking thunder drum.

And during the three days of awakening, three new props were drawn.

The first one: Echo Mountain (Echo Mountain)

This small, mountain-shaped model is similar to a tape recorder. It can record sounds and then play them back at a scheduled time. Pressing the cancel button cancels the recorded sound.

In addition to this short story, this item also plays a starring role in "Echoes in the Valley at Midnight," where it happened to record Fat Tiger's singing and played it back to him at midnight...

In addition to the recording effect, it also has an echo effect as the name suggests.

Second one: instant adhesive gun.

It looks like a yellow pistol and can emit a highly sticky gel that sticks the attacking enemy to the ground or other places, making them unable to move.

What is shot out of the gun is thermoplastic material. It is liquid when it is first shot out, but it will expand 30 times in the air and become a solid sticky "rope". After hitting the target, the thermoplastic material will quickly coil around the target, making the person who is shot instantly solidified and unable to move.

It first appeared in "Nobita and the Steel Troops", where Doraemon gave Suneo this weapon to use to fight against the Steel Troops' robots.

Currently in the era of Xingjian, this technological research and development has been realized.

As for the props drawn on the third day...

It's a slippery blue object called "Unpickable Soap."

Uh……

Xingjian thought that giving this as the best gift to Apollo and the leader of the Familia, [Sun's Light Pet] Hyacinthus Clio, would surely be deeply loved by them!!

Then, after three days of careful preparation, Xingjian's injuries had completely recovered.

That morning, when Xingjian was wiping the wine glasses at the front desk of the tavern, Welf hurriedly pushed open the door of the tavern.

"found it!"

The red-haired forger panted, supporting his knees, and said, "Xingjian, I found it. I just received a notification from the guild that an adventurer discovered an earth dragon in the open area in the southeast corner of the twelfth floor!"

A hint of joy flashed in Xingjian's eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously. He turned to look at the gray-haired girl beside him, only to see Xier calmly wiping the glass, her silver-gray eyes reflecting the morning light.

"Have you found it yet? That's great. Then, Ryu and Hoshimi-san, go quickly. I'll ask Mia-san for leave for you. If you leave now, with Ryu's help, you can reach the 12th floor before noon~"

Miss Xier raised her eyes and smiled slightly, with a hint of cunning in her eyes.