Kembo showed irrepressible joy and excitement, and looked Northon up and down, his eyes like the light of a greedy man suddenly seeing a large pile of gold. Looking straight at Nuosen, he was covered in hair, and his body couldn't help retreating, only to realize the gaffe and put away his eyes.

"Damon is right, the most important thing for a gunsmith is his hands, and the second thing is the gunman," he said, "but the two are determined by nature, and aside from them, how can you stand out in the same level duel, or even defeat the strong with the weak?" ”

"With high-quality weapons and guns?"

"A good firearm, the bullets suppressed are indeed more powerful, as an advisor of the Forging Association, I am naturally a forger, and I have forged nearly a thousand firearms for decades, and there are only a handful of them that can achieve perfect quality."

Nuo Sen nodded and said, "My father once said that the three types of sub-professions are not simple, I heard that Saudin is also a forger, will he be a member of your association?" ”

"Perhaps!" Kenbo touched the bridge of his nose, "The Forging Association has many people, many factions, and complicated internal relations, so it's not surprising that he is a member of the Association. ”

He changed his words: "The Enchantment Association is much more bleak, and there are only a few thousand people in the entire Heavenly Wind Empire, and there are no more than a hundred high-level enchanters like Damon. ”

There wasn't even a single enchanter in the entire desert city, and Norson knew that they were scarce, and his father didn't know much about them, only that they could attach the core of a demonic beast to a firearm.

"Unlike other subclasses, there's a prerequisite for becoming an Enchanter." Kembo continued.

"Grudge?"

"Yes, only by feeling the grudge of the demon core can you exert the hidden magic power and attach it to the firearm. Different cores have different attack effects, but they all greatly increase the power of bullets, and if a high-quality firearm is properly enchanted, its power can even surpass that of perfect quality. ”

"No wonder enchanters are revered!" Northon nodded frequently.

It was the first time he had heard of the details of the enchantment, and although he had seen Damon in the depths of the Azeon Mountains, it was too difficult for Norsen to ask and did not want to ask in detail.

"So how can you feel resentment? And how to improve it? ”

"This ability is accidentally born when the gun spirit is ignited, and it can't be acquired the day after tomorrow, the enchantment will cause damage to the gun itself, its success or not, and the degree of damage to the gun, are all related to the ability of the enchanter, but how to improve the ......" Kembo smiled hesitantly, and spread his hands helplessly, "I am a forger, but Damon once said that it is an extremely dangerous thing to feel the attachment of the demonic beast, and if he can start over, he would rather not be an enchanter." ”

Norson thought of the Dire Wolf Core in the Ring, and asked, "Can all the cores be used for enchantment?" Like the Dire Wolf Core we got from Damon? ”

"In principle, yes, the Dire Wolf Demon Core has a certain bonus to the power and speed of the bullet, but the effect is not ideal, so few people choose it as an enchantment material."

The two were chatting, and behind them, several passengers in the distance suddenly shouted, one of them seemed to be pushed maliciously, stood up and turned around and yelled: "Who doesn't have long eyes, dare to push you Lord Rhodesa......"

As if choked by the throat, the man's roar suddenly stopped, and Northen turned his head to see several gray-clothed men surrounding a reckless man in coarse cloth, asking in a cold voice.

This is...... Vio's squire!

According to the attire of the Grey Men, Northon recognized them, the first of them, the man who had used a giant hand cannon to bombard the mine in the Azeon Mountains.

What are they doing in third class?

Northon thought to himself, but soon he realized the danger and returned to Jotshire from Damon, where Doug was the first to grasp his actions with Kembo, and Vio could easily detect him on an airship to Andal.

Kembo clutched Northon's arm tightly, for fear that he would get angry for a while.

Although Northon hated Vio, he had seen the strength of the squire, and rushing over recklessly at this time was tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg, and he turned his head and looked at Kembo.

The latter understood, and when he saw that the passenger in the next seat was asleep, he took his luggage and opened it to reveal two sets of women's clothes......

The attendants began a carpet search, and they checked one by one, and although everyone complained, no one dared to be angry.

"Hey, get your head up!" An attendant walked up to Northon and scolded.

Nuo Sen had changed into women's clothes at this time, his face was smeared with powder, and the light gray dress basically covered the difference between men and women, and what was even more rare was that there was a brown shoulder-length wig in this women's suit, and he really didn't dare to imagine what kind of bad taste the owner of this women's dress was.

He was about to learn the way Buckru spoke to deal with his attendants, when Kembo opened his mouth before him: "Take your stinky hands away, you want to take advantage of my daughter!" ”

The old woman's trembling voice, Nuosen couldn't help but look at him, just one glance, almost drooled with laughter.

I saw that Kembo was wearing a light pink lace-trimmed over-the-knee pleated skirt, which was clearly a girl's outfit, but he had a white curly hair hood on his head and a pair of reading glasses in front of him. What's even more ridiculous is that Kembo still twists his face, with a few wrinkles on his face, and pretentiously imitates the old woman's demeanor.

Only then did Northen realize that in a panic, the two had confused their clothes with their hoods.

The attendant looked at the nondescript two with strange eyes, and from his eyes, Nuo Sen had guessed that the other party had already recognized him, but for some reason, he didn't seem to have any intention of calling his companion over, just watched quietly, with a slightly frightened and confused expression on his face, which was intriguing.

After a few moments, he hurried out of the area, and in a short time the other attendants had finished their search, gathered together to report the results to the leader, and then left.

When the crisis was resolved, Northon used both hands and feet to rip off the dress that was imprisoned on his body, and Kembo also joked that women's clothes were comfortable to wear, and for the attendant's abnormal performance, the two wanted to break their heads, but they didn't come up with a reason.

Look at the owner of the two sets of women's clothes, a greasy rough man in his forties, dressed in a simple gray dress, ordinary can no longer be ordinary, his true identity, Nuo Sen and Kembo are also like monks who are two feet and sisters are confused.

After that, the two talked about Philip Baker, the Duchy of Andal, and the Royal Academy, and more than ten hours had passed since the airship took off, and the sunset was setting, and the golden sunlight was shining on their faces through the narrow windows of the airship, making the passengers in the cabin tired and sleeping crookedly.

Kembo was also tired, and after a few words with Northson, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

But Northen's heart thought of his relatives for a while, and then of his enemies, tossing and turning, and it was difficult to sleep.

The most important thing is to improve your strength as soon as possible! He thought to himself, and felt the secret ring in his pocket.

It doesn't take a look at Northon to know that there are two Dire Wolf Cores, a Buckru's Gun Core, a new Prestige Stone, and the normal quality revolver he received from Leah when he first crossed over.

Holding the mid-level dire wolf demon core in his hand, he didn't stay in the Secret Ring for too long before coming out of it, and the airship had to fly for another day and night before it could reach its destination, Andal City, and it was a good time to devour.

He closed his eyes and pressed the core to his chest, trying to feel its resentment.

With a gentle "poof" sound, the demon core drilled into his chest, just like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, his muscles began to tense, and the blue tendons on his forehead were exposed.

Suddenly, he opened a pair of blood pupils, his eyes were as sharp as a knife, and he was as dull as a demonic beast's low roar, which came out of his mouth vaguely, and said hoarsely, word by word: "I...... Be...... Wolf ......"