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Farkur, who had always lived in the middle of a fight except for time to eat and sleep, indeed returned to Espo City after a long time.

This is because the giant axe, which was his favorite, was seriously damaged.

The photojournalist Parcour recalled the scene of a fierce battle the day before yesterday.

The monster Hydra, the biggest crisis of his life.

After three days and nights of struggle, he realized that he had succeeded in cutting off nine of his neck, but his axe had lost its function due to the acid solution he had spouted.

Just in case, I visited my colleague, Dwerf, who I knew well, but even then, I heard that it was impossible to repair.

'In the end, I have no choice but to go to Espo City.’

The blacksmith's shop in Espo City is run by "Percus," the god of blacksmiths.

He returned to the city with the idea that if his skill transcends human beings, he might return his beloved.

But,·····.

"What? You closed the door?"

"Yes, Puckus, the brother of the great Mumnus and the god of blacksmiths, has been out of business for five years."

"Huh, ·· 무슨 무슨 무슨 무슨 무슨. Can you tell why?"

"Because you didn't say the exact words, there seems to be a problem in the world you care for. You're not at Act 2, you're at the Summer."

Parcour asked back with a puzzled look.

"No, you went down to the summer at all?"

"You haven't been to Espo City in a long time, have you?"

"For about 20 years, ····· 그래서 그래서, so, when did you say you were coming?"

Doze, who heard Parcur, said with an expression of sorry.

"He said he'd be away for at least 10 years."

"Oh, no, no, no, no."

Parcur looked at the apprentice with a stunned look on his face.

I showed you an axe just in case the apprentices in the blacksmith could repair it, but everyone shook their heads.

Parkour ended up leaving the blacksmith's shop without any income.

A deep sigh came from his mouth.

"Whoo."

He opened the space-expansion backpack and took out the extra axes.

There was nothing I liked.

If I fought with these guys with a monster like Hydra, I thought I'd have to fight with my bare hands before I cut my fourth neck.

A craftsman doesn't care about tools? Bullshit.'

The use of good weapons did not mean a sharp improvement in ability.

However, there were many cases where they were not able to show their skills and headed for Hwangcheon-gil after using ambiguous weapons.

Therefore, a good weapon for photojournalists like Parcourt was life.

He trudged along and headed for the auction house.

I didn't go where the vendors were.

It's like the weapons they sell there, because it's almost like his spare axe.

'Hmm, but I don't think there's anything I want in the auction house.’

It is natural that the more precious the weapon, the less the supply.

If the level of weapons he wanted was always full, he wouldn't have had to worry like this.

As Parcour opened the auction house, he prayed to the Lord Powell.

'Please, I hope there is a decent level of axe!'

Did he respond to such a parcour?

A red-glazed axe that came into your sight as soon as you turned your head.

Parcour walked before him like a possessed man.

'That's good. Not bad.’

I had a feeling as soon as I saw it.

A sharp blade, heavy weight.

a ferocious energy that is likely to tear anything apart

This was an axe made for a photo warrior like himself.

Parcour's gaze went down quickly.

The intention was to check the appraisal documents to find out more accurate specifications of the weapon.

[Emotional Item: Red Executioner]

Supposed to be an excellent weapon made from the hands of a world-famous blacksmith, beyond the level of a famous craftsman.

Appraisal results in a lighter body, enabling faster, continuous attacks. The more blood you have, the more powerful it is.

Comprehensive Evaluation: B

*Increases point users to a state of excitement. If you feel you are lacking in skill, you are advised not to use it. (It is highly likely that you will not be able to draw all of the weapons' abilities)

'Grade B, better than the axe I used!'

The axe he used before was rated C+ based on this standard.

It's a very low grade, but it's only because it's God, not human. It was a pretty good weapon among humans.

By the way, you got a grade B through that strict standard?

'And it's completely custom-made add-on for me!'

Parcur quickly identified the closing date of the auction and the amount of the bid.

It was as expected. A fairly high bid was written on the axe of a long-time superior.

'But I'm gonna take this axe.’

Parcour wrote down the bid in a dignified gesture.

The amount is twice as high as the amount written in man-majamic.

He invested all the money he had accumulated for nothing.

But I didn't think it was a waste at all.

The thought of taking that ax and cutting down the monsters already made my blood circulate fast.

There was a buzz in the ears of Parcur, who was so full of imagination.

Turning his head, there were countless people inside the auction house.

'What is it? Is there a lot of other things to use besides this?’

Curious Parcur passed through the crowd.

When I checked a few more items, I thought it was worth attracting a lot of people.

'I can't believe there are more B-rated items besides this.'

There have been times like this.

A famous blacksmith is inspired to make a lot of weapons in an instant and then put them up for sale at an auction.

Because it was not a frequent occurrence, many people would come to see it after hearing rumors when several luxury goods were registered in this way.

Faroukr, too, appreciated the rest of the items as onlookers did.

It has always been a pleasure to see good materials, a demented spirit, and weapons born through the touch of a master, so he went around the auction house with pleasure.

And the last bow I saw.

I've already been looking forward to it, with far more people gathered than anywhere else.

His eyes quickly turned toward the appraisal.

'What a great bow it is that there are so many people.'

After confirming the grade of the bow, the parcur lost his words and stopped in place.

A grade.

Grade A, which can never be made at the human level, is rarely produced by those with the best talents among the Dwerfs.

Even the blacksmith's new focus was recognized from A-rated items, so there was no doubt how good the performance would be.

"It's been a long time since I've seen an A-class bow."

"Right, this is so. I'd like to buy it if I had money."

"The one who has no money. Let's just be satisfied with what we saw."

"But you said all these items were brought by one person?"

"He said yes. You seem to have come on an errand for your teacher, ····."."."."

"Ha. Mr. Perkus was absent and the equipment was too low. Will he be able to breathe in the future, ."··.".".".".""

Whatever the people around him said or not, Parcour could not take his eyes off the figure of the antique bow. Some of the high-elves around it, too, were busy appreciating the bow, as was the case with Parcourt.

Four master-class items and one legendary item registered at the auction house by Vulcan to earn information.

The impact of these items was greater than the Vulcan thought.

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a bulkan leaving the auction house for the winning bid

He counted the amount of money he earned with a puzzled look on his face.

643,000 hours.

It was a large sum of money far beyond the expectations of the Vulcan.

'You don't have to worry about the information fee, ···· 근데 근데 근데, but were the master and legendary items so precious?’

The Vulcan wondered, but it was only natural.

Bulkan, which was supported by items that Jake had not used for hundreds of years and had only worn the best equipment due to system and quest compensation.

For Vulcan, who had lived his entire life without knowing that he lacked equipment, it was nothing but a virtuoso, legend, or luck, but not for others.

Literally a master, a legend.

It couldn't be seen as common.

With this opportunity, Vulcan realized once again that his system skills had tremendous merit.

'And in Act 2, I'm the only player on my own, so it's not a job to be rich here if you decide.’

Of course, Vulcan had no intention of doing so.

It would be nice to have a lot of money, but his goal is to break Act 2 quickly and stably.

Spending time on item farming and business was a specification.

But there were a few who didn't let such blanks stand still.

"Excuse me, ····, but are you the one who sold this axe at the auction house?"

It's over three meters tall.

A muscular man, who seemed to kick an elephant like a soccer ball, approached Vulcan.

[Giant's Blooded Photographer Parkour]

[721Lv]

"That's right, but what's the matter?"

"I heard that all the equipment you uploaded this time was made by your teacher."

"Oh, yes."

I couldn't stop lying on the way.

Parcur, who heard the words of Vulcan, said in a polite manner.

"If this is not the case, may I ask your name and your whereabouts? What a great skill! I really want to make a connection. Also, please repair the axe."

"Well, I'm sorry. Please understand that you don't like to hang out with people."

Vulcan, who was a teacher and a blacksmith in the first place, was roughly surrounded again this time.

Though worried that he might be forced to ask for his location, Parcur simply withdrew.

"Yes, ··· 알겠습니다 알겠습니다 알겠습니다 알겠습니다 알겠습니다. Tell your teacher you'll think of this ax as my alter ego.”

"Yes, sir."

'I don't have a teacher.’

The Vulcan that sent Parcour back.

But it wasn't the end.

In addition to Parcourt, several more people came to ask questions about Vulcan's teacher.

"Hey, are you going to keep coming to the auction house?"

"Is the teacher Dwerf? Or High Elf?"

"Please, let me know when you're coming again. I'll make sure to save money the next time I come!"

"어······ 정확히 정해진 것은 없어서. I'll leave you alone."

The Vulcan hurried out of his seat.

If he stayed there, he would have to make up his teacher's personal details, his activities, and his residence, and even make regular business promises.

Phew. Next time I come to the auction house, I'll cover my face.’

In a quiet alley, there was a blister to reflect on what had just happened.

And another one to talk to him like that.

'I didn't expect anyone to follow me here.

Vulcan said with a wry look.

"I'm sorry, but I can't tell you anything about you."

"Oh, I'm sorry. You must have suffered a lot."

"Then I'll say, 이만 이만·····."

"Wait, please take this before you go."

Vulcan accepted the man's offer.

It was a leaflet-like piece of paper the size of a palm, with an explanation and location of a grocery store run by Espoo City.

"What is this?"

"It's a general store run by my teacher. If you're interested in a great weapon and you're interested in selling A-class equipment next time, can you stop by here first? I'll pay you enough."

"Oh, I see you're the one who bought the legendary bow bought.’

I thought it was strange to buy a 750-level limited item despite the low level, but it seemed to be a teacher's errand.

'Well, one day Fielder's potion will fall off. Shall we take it for now?’

Vulcan, who had finished his thought, said to the man.

"I'll think about it. By the way, what's the name of the general store?"

"Thank you. You can see it on the paper. Here, over here."

Vulcan looked at the paper again.

The name of the grocery store, which was not visible, caught my eye.

'포와르······ 포와르 잡화점······ 뭔가 익숙한 이름인데······.'

"Ah!"

The Vulcan made a sound by voice.

It seemed, somehow, that a person he knew ran a grocery store.

'제이크 씨의 스승 이름이······ 포와르 아니었나?’

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