Whose world-class drama are they criticizing?

Viscount Kiri did not answer Ryan's question. After hesitating for a while, he spoke up for justice, "My lord, the curse of the withering disease should not be used indiscriminately."

No,

How dare you say that?

Ryan was speechless. What do you mean the curse of the withered disease can't be abused? You old bastard, you'll do all sorts of dirty tricks in private!

Chapter 45 Ryan: Daily stamina is daily perk!

Kiri's feelings were complicated.

A day earlier, he had intended to scare Ryan away with the Curse of Withering.

A day later, he would try to persuade Ryan not to abuse the Curse of Wither.

Even someone as ruthless as him felt that Ryan was perhaps a bit too ruthless. Helen didn't understand the danger involved, but as someone who had spent half her life dealing with the curse of withering disease, she knew it all too well.

They forcibly snatched the sword from the depths of the town of withered disease...

This level of hard work is no less than jumping into the moat with a sack tied to your body.

It's one thing to just steal the sword, but Ryan even wants to use it. Isn't he afraid of contracting the withering disease?

Why did he go to such lengths?

Viscount Kiri couldn't understand why Ryan, a legitimate member of the Lumin family with a bright future, would be confined to the small town of Drysickness.

Seeing Viscount Kiri's bewildered look, Ryan was about to offer some profound words of encouragement: "Strength is neither good nor bad, life is neither high nor low, you and I are all straws, just waiting for spring to burn us to ashes."

"You and I are both straw..." Kiri listened and fell into deep thought. Ryan's words seemed simple, but they resonated deeply with him.

Ryan smiled confidently. Of course, because what he had just recited was the line Kiri said after his fall from grace.

This guy is absolutely awful. His moves are afflicted with a kind of withering disease. Before every battle, he has to mutter this phrase at his grave. Ryan remembers it all too well.

I heard another sentence...

Miss Jasmine listened quietly, intending to write it down and include it in "The Book of Ryan's Prophecies".

“I understand, my lord,” said Viscount Kiri.

Ryan suddenly realized that he could see Kiri's basic information.

Kierty Blair

[Rank: Third Ring Oathbreaker Paladin (lv24)]

Strength 15, Stamina 20, Magic 10

[The Curse: The Curse of Withering and Disease]

So, he really is surnamed Blair?

Ryan nodded, confirming one of his guesses. The Blair family had been a thousand-year-old family in the Westerlands, but they had now declined and died out.

This castle was built by the Blair family, and Blighttown has always been managed by the Blair family. Kiri is the current mayor, and is likely a Blair himself. The original work never gave a clear answer before Kiri's departure, but now Ryan's existence is confirmed.

During their first meeting, Kiri told Ryan that thirty years ago, the then-idiot mayor had conquered the town of Blighttown.

The curse that Kiri was infected with was also thirty years old.

It seems that Kiri was the sole survivor of the expedition thirty years ago, and the mayor of the town of Kubing at the time was probably his father or his brother.

Ryan seemed to be deep in thought; he was a fallen paladin, just like Helen.

Kiri once made a vow... Why does a dung monster need so many settings? Just obediently drop gold coins.

"The sword-grabbing is over."

Ryan, holding the broken straw sword, pointed at the small hammer in the blacksmith's shop, like a child who had received a new toy, and said excitedly, "Now let's swing the sword!"

Seeing that Kiri had also been persuaded by Lane, Helen completely gave up. She said in despair,

"At least use a condom!"

...

Ryan put on gloves, picked up the hammer, and, under the old blacksmith's guidance, struck the scrap metal hammer again and again, sparks flying everywhere.

Forging the hilt of a straw sword requires mithril and blazing fire, both of which are quite valuable.

Fortunately, Ryan had already looted most of the blacksmith street.

The mithril was transported by train and will arrive in a week.

Let's practice with scrap metal first.

First, cast a [Divine Guidance] spell on yourself to increase your luck. Ryan has a habit of guiding himself before doing anything.

Blacksmith's Hammer

Strength requirement: 2 (+1)

Even the lightest hammer weighs far more than a wooden sword, and with each swing, Ryan's bones creak and crack.

As Ryan hammered the mold, a line of small text appeared before his eyes.

[You are learning 'Basic Forging', Blacksmithing Experience +0.01, Strength increased]

[Blacksmith Apprentice (0.01)]

Once the progress bar reaches '1', he will be able to unlock the blacksmith apprenticeship.

Ryan learned blacksmithing not only to acquire another skill, but also to improve his strength. He practiced sword swings hundreds of times every morning anyway, so it was just a matter of swinging a hammer instead of a sword, which was even more efficient.

"Forging begins with heating the material to facilitate hammering and shaping."

The old blacksmith stood by, his thin arms pulling the bellows. The old bellows made a creaking sound, and a gust of hot air blew out from the gap. The flames in the furnace rose up instantly, and the flames bit the scrap iron.

"Be careful not to overheat it, otherwise it will damage the material. When sparks appear, you can move it to the twisting plate."

[Blacksmith Apprentice (0.02)]

Ryan had previously forged swords in Kingdom Come: Deliverance 12 and had a general understanding of the process. Overheating would reduce the sword's integrity. When forging on the forge, you shouldn't strike the same spot repeatedly. Pay attention to the color of the sparks produced when striking; there are good and bad hammers. Always be mindful of tempering. The chance of a bad hammer is lower if you hum a tune while striking.

That's what Kingdom of God taught him, anyway.

"This guy is terrifying." Helen watched from the side and couldn't help but marvel at Ryan's monstrous nature.

Despite the harsh conditions at the forging workshop, with its sweltering heat, Ryan could still hum a song while working.

I've never seen a blacksmith like this before.

Kingdom Come: Deliverance also taught Ryan a piece of common sense: a good blacksmith forges good swords, but the best blacksmith steals other people's good swords.

Ryan proved this truth through his actions, and he felt that he was worthy of being called a master blacksmith.

time flies.

As dawn slowly broke, the white sun was swallowed by the mountains, while the yellow sun rose from the coastline.

Ryan was soaked in sweat.

He didn't know how long he practiced, but he could no longer lift the hammer. The heat from the furnace made his face turn red, and his sweat instantly evaporated into white mist. As soon as he stopped, his muscles spasmed.

"That's enough for today's training. Time to temper."

The old blacksmith instructed Ryan to use pliers to pick up the scrap metal and quench it in the cold water beside him. With a hiss, the toy revealed its shape: a small, curved sickle with an ugly design.

[A small, damp-looking sickle]

Grade: Low-grade

The scythe, forged from scrap metal, gleamed with a cold, sinister light for some reason.

Eden's equipment is classified into four levels: Unranked, Apprentice, Craftsman, Master, Legendary, and Divine.

The quality of equipment can be improved through subsequent enhancements.

Master-level and above are beyond the capabilities of ordinary people to forge and are called 'relics'.

"As for the result of the first attempt."

The old blacksmith commented, "Although your health isn't great, your comprehension is quite good, and you have a good learning ability. Let's continue tomorrow morning."

But why a small sickle?

And the design is so gloomy?

Ryan released the hammer and slumped to the ground, panting heavily. Daylight had completely fallen, and he must have practiced for two hours, going from night to day.

[Strength 2.1→2.2]

Today's training, combined with the sword-swinging practice over the past few days, has increased Ryan's strength by 0.1.

[Blacksmith Apprentice (0.2)]

After practicing for another five days, he attempted to reforge the straw sword.

After having breakfast and taking a medicinal bath, Ryan rested for a while until the spasms in his arm muscles subsided. He then stood up, changed into clean clothes, and ran towards the back of the mountain.

Although leveling up is easy by picking up blessings, Ryan still doesn't neglect his daily training. For him, this isn't a game, but his life. Ryan will always choose the more difficult path.

"Are you going to the back mountain?" Jasmine asked curiously. "Aren't you afraid of suddenly dying?"

“Just my usual run, plus some monster grinding on the side.” Ryan didn’t even turn his head. “I haven’t used up my stamina yet.”

How can you rest peacefully when you haven't exhausted your energy?

"Daily physical strength is daily benefit!"

Ryan declared, "Using physical strength to train can increase your level, and using physical strength to explore can uncover treasures. Daily physical strength is the greatest blessing bestowed by the gods, so how can we waste it?"

"It's like our parents didn't give us living expenses, but they gave us a healthy body."

Kiri was shocked by Ryan's theory of gods and men. He studied the sentence repeatedly and could not forget it for a long time: daily physical strength is daily welfare.

Very insightful...

He was genuinely impressed, never expecting Ryan to say something so philosophical.

Even without a blessing, he persisted. No wonder Ryan, a 'useless person,' was able to grow to such an extent.

"The monsters in the back mountain haven't been cleared out."

Mr. Kiri said, "Those monsters are not of high quality, but they reproduce very quickly and in huge numbers. We need to send people to guard them and clean them up regularly. Otherwise, once their numbers exceed the threshold, a beast tide will break out and attack the fortress."

"Judging by the time, there are less than ten days until the next beast tide."

“In the past, the governors would send mercenaries to guard the area,” Kiri said with a sneer. “But now there isn’t enough funding.”

To put it bluntly, they want people and money.

"An ungrateful wretch who can never be satisfied."

Ryan smiled mysteriously: "I have a plan!"

Chapter 46 Player: I'll break your xylophone into three pieces and then put it back together.

The night is long, and the sun is rising.

Outside the City of Light, four players, their faces contorted with murderous intent, stared at the city's gates, determined to break through the invisible bridge's blockade. It took them another half hour to reach the City of Light from the Sunset Forest, their anger blazing.

In just one night, "Eden" was trending on social media for all the wrong reasons, showing signs of a sudden and disastrous failure.

Six streamers have already quit the game.

What keeps the remaining players going, besides the allure of the new game's popularity in the community, is the desire to avenge their previous defeats.

They can die, but they cannot die so pathetically.

The cowardly players were eliminated, and the remaining players were all expert players.

"Once I unlock the second save point, I'm uninstalling this garbage game," the uncle retorted in the live stream chat, echoing the comments. "Whoever plays it secretly is a son of a bitch!"

"Could you give Laibao more screen time?" Yuzu asked. "Does the game development team have a problem with Laibao?"

"This city seems to have quite a lot of detail," the legendary investigator mused. "Once we get inside, I can write a lengthy research report."

"When they encountered an invisible bridge, arrows rained down like rain, and one sword cut open their abdomen."

Makka Pakka stood at the bridgehead, a cold wind blowing, his face desolate. "I'll blow him up."

The game and the players choose each other. Only exceptional players can accept a game by exceptional players, such as Chao Xiong Ge, Lai Bao Jie, detail enthusiasts, and Shen Feng Jun.