Labis's workshop was just as disorganized.

Rhodes pushed the door of the workshop, and when he walked into the room, the first thing that caught his eye was a large pile of magical materials stacked next to the wall not far in front of him, those valuable and precious magic plants, crystals and ores were piled up here like garbage, but Rhodes didn't care about them——— or he was getting used to everything in front of him. Soon, Rhodes picked up the iron rod that had been placed in the doorway and struck it against the wall a few times, and after a while, the voice of Labis was heard.

"Which one?"

"It's me."

"Ah, Lord Rhodes!"

Hearing Rod's voice, I don't know if it was because of surprise or for what reason, Labis's voice suddenly increased by half a beat, and the frightened Rhodes couldn't help but subconsciously shrink his body, you must know that Lot's body is not as good as usual now, in case Labis is frightened and causes something to explode, he can't stand the bombardment of a magic explosion.

But fortunately, it seems that today's Labis does not seem to have missed, and soon, she hurried out of the workshop, the elf girl in front of her looked a little tired, perhaps because she has not been exposed to the sun for a long time, and even gives people some unhealthy feelings. Christie also once told Rod that Sister Labis was too desperate.

Rhodes himself is sorry for this, he doesn't want to squeeze Labis like a slave, but the problem is that Labis is the only one in the entire guild who has enough alchemy skills to make those magic items and potions, and as a guild leader. Rhodes also understands that in fact, Labis should not have to endure so much at all. She currently has the strength of an alchemist, and if it were in the game, then such a person would have been placed by the guild leader at the core of the production system, responsible for making and inventing those more important magical equipment, weapons and props. But now, Labis has to complicate the production and research of those magic items. At the same time, you have to make flasks like those low-level production players. The formulations themselves are not complicated, and they are simple to manufacture. Let Labis make these potions, which can really be said to be a knife for killing chickens. Originally, this kind of thing could be done by just finding a few alchemy apprentices and letting them do the work of the assembly line. At the moment, he wanted to put all this on Labis, and Rhodes couldn't bear it.

The problem was that alchemy apprentices weren't easy to find, and Labis was a failed apprentice until she received the Berghemus inheritance. Not even the standard of an apprentice. It can almost be said that he is an amateur alchemy research enthusiast who entertains himself. It is such a "hobbyist" that Rhodes only found Labis in the entire Deep Rock City, which shows how difficult it is for those who have formal alchemy apprenticeship qualifications to dig.

Although Rhodes is not ignorant of the location of the Alchemy Society in the Pafield area, he has never thought of asking for help, he has long been tired of the group of old pedants who think they are superior, although the skills of those alchemists are not bad, but their personalities are extremely arrogant, they rely on the fact that they can create mysterious magical creations in the form of mortals, so many times they look down on ordinary people, and even look down on mages. And in most places. The relationship between a mage and an alchemist can also be said to be very average, if not even good. It was impossible to get someone from the Alchemist Guild to help him, and even in the game, Rhodes had never heard of a player who could successfully hire those stinky alchemists to work for him. So he didn't bother to suffer at all. …,

As for selecting talents from their own subordinates to cultivate. It's even more infeasible for Rhodes, mercenaries are generally big and coarse, and many people don't know half of the big characters. Even mercenaries like Shanna and Old Walker who have been mixed up for many years can only understand and barely spell the words. And those who can read fluently and write well are highly respected. This is also the reason why Christie is feared by the people of the cliffs——— because in this era of education is not very common. In a village or town, only a few children who are able to read and write can use the written word, and it is impossible for a person like Christie to be educated.

Originally, the educational foundation was poor, not to mention that alchemy is still a very complex science, Marlene may be a magical genius, but in alchemy, she is only about the same level as an ordinary mage, not to mention that Marlene's work is more important than Labis, and it is impossible to come here to do assembly line work.

Due to Rhodes's restriction on the number of guilds, the current demand for magic potions and equipment in the guild is not very large, but with the further development of the guild, the demand for various magic potions and equipment will be greater and greater. In the game, he never has to think about such a problem, there are many players in the production system, and a big guild can be caught more or less as long as it is willing to recruit.

But now...............

"Lord Rhodes, how is your health?"

Labis straightened her somewhat messy hair, then stepped forward and asked in a low voice. Hearing Labis's inquiry, Rhodes sighed incomprehensibly in his heart. He found that he was missing the people around him, whether it was Christie or Labis, he hardly had time to see them. But they care about themselves more than they care about themselves.

"I'm in good health, everything is going well, you don't need to worry."

Rhodes nodded in response to Labis's inquiry, and then he lowered his head and observed Labis quietly and carefully.

"It's Labis, you need to pay attention to your body, I don't think your complexion is very good lately......... Maybe I should find someone to take care of you, at least ............"

Said here. Rhodes looked up and glanced meaningfully at the room that looked more like a garbage heap than a workshop. He was already considering asking Agameve to send a sea elf to take care of Labis's daily life.

"At least this place should be cleaned up."

"Ah............ Woo............"

Labis was also a girl after all, of course she heard the meaning of Rod's words, although this was not her room, but letting a man see her in such a dirty place still made her blush and bow her head a little embarrassed. However, Rhodes also knew very well not to joke in such places, so he coughed and quickly brought the conversation to the right track.

"So. How's it going? ”

"It's not very good, sir."

Hearing Rhodes ask about this, Labis suddenly put away her originally embarrassed mood. She spoke to Rod with a little embarrassment, then she made a gesture and led Rod into the workshop.

Soon. Under Labis's leadership, Rhodes saw his goal this time.

Greyhill, Mardaras.

These two magic short swords were lying quietly on the stone table at the moment, in the complex, gorgeous and vivid alchemy array, and a translucent barrier shrouded the two short swords. And these two magic weapons have lost their usual brilliance at the moment, and they look dull. …,

In the battle with the Demon Duke, Rhodes can be said to have suffered heavy losses, perhaps because of the forcible increase in strength, almost all the magic equipment on his body was shattered, including the zero refining equipment, all of which became scrap. This made Rod want to cry without tears. There are some feelings of hard work for decades, and I returned to the pre-liberation feeling overnight. But fortunately, Marlene's red hand aura saved him, and those few artifacts and equipment finally made up for Rod's regrets. Compared to them, those are just +1 Constitution. +3 Dexterity: Such equipment is simply......... Originally, Rhodes wasn't going to use them for the rest of his life.

It's just that these equipment can be discarded, but there is another loss that makes Rhodes quite depressed: Madaras and Greyhill.

In the final battle with the Demon Duke, Rhodes broke free from the Demon Duke's shackles with these two magic short swords, bought himself time to escape, and finally managed to escape. But these two short swords were not so lucky. In that attack, they were counterattacked by the power of the demon duke, and they were also badly damaged. Rhodes only discovered this problem after returning to the Stronghold, as the two weapons had lost their former brilliance, they had become heavy, and the system stats attached to them were no longer visible.

This was of course a big problem for Rod, who not only had these two daggers saved his life, but Rhodes also knew that they were part of the Holy Sword deck, and that the performance of these two magic weapons was not normal at all, so he gave them to Labis in the hope that she would be able to use her knowledge to do something for them.

"As you said, I've tried to tinker with these two magic weapons, but strangely, there's no scars to see from the outside of them, and I can't even figure out what they're made of. I thought they were due to the weakened mana in storage, but when I tried to infuse these two weapons, I found that they seemed to have a hard time receiving the mana, as if they were ..............."

Speaking of this, Labis hesitated, as if looking for a suitable explanation.

“………… It's like two weak people who are dying and can't even feed themselves. ”

“………………………”

Hearing this, the corners of Rod's eyes twitched.

"Is there any other way?"

"I'm trying, my lord, but............ These two daggers are so strange that I can't even find any records of them in the knowledge of the Berchems, so I wonder where you found them? They don't even look like crafted weapons, which is unimaginable........."

Rod shook his head, and instead of answering Labis's question, he reached out and gently stroked the two daggers.

They were cold, hard, like dead corpses. Rhodes had never felt this feeling in them, or rather, it was the first time he had felt this way——— the two weapons were alive. He even felt their faint fluctuations, like the faint beating of the heart of a seriously ill patient before he died.

What's next?

Rhodes didn't have the slightest clue, and Labis didn't have any options, which almost meant that he didn't have anything to do. Labis has the heritage of the Belchemus clan, and if she can't handle these two daggers, then even if Rhodes takes them to the Alchemist Guild, it won't be a good result.

But............ Do you just watch them "die"?

————！！

Just when this thought flashed through Rod's mind, he suddenly felt something in his body beat, and then, on the back of Rod's right hand, a dazzling, bright red light suddenly erupted.

"It's ..............."

There was only one thought in Rod's mind, and then he felt a fierce, almost soul-tearing pain erupt from his body, and he didn't even have time to snort half a sound, and his eyes went black, and he completely lost consciousness. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )