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Zhang Rui gently pushed open the door, his heart filled with anticipation and uncertainty for the upcoming challenges. He turned around, wanting to express his gratitude to Master Liu once again, but was surprised to find that Master Liu, who had been sitting in the chair earlier, had disappeared without a trace. The room was now empty, with only him left, and the air still carried the lingering presence of Master Liu, but the man was gone.
Zhang Rui furrowed his brow slightly, feeling amazed and curious about Master Liu's elusive abilities. At that moment, he also remembered the Four-eyed old man who had led him here, only to find that the old man had also vanished. The silence around him made Zhang Rui feel a hint of loneliness and unease.
He stood in front of the door, lost in thought. The empty room, devoid of any other person, formed a stark contrast to the intense conversation just now. This sudden solitude brought a hint of confusion to Zhang Rui's heart. He took a deep breath, trying to dispel his doubts and unease. Even though he was in a different world, facing unknown challenges and dangers, Zhang Rui decided to firm up his steps and bravely confront the unknown ahead.
He turned around and walked out of the room with determination, silently telling himself that no matter what challenges he would face next, he would give it his all. At this moment, his goal was to head to the medical kiosk and prepare fully for the upcoming mission.
Zhang Rui carefully walked up and down the winding stairs of the Taoist temple, his curiosity and caution intertwining in his mind about this unfamiliar world. He had no clues about the location of the Medical kiosk, so he had to rely on his intuition and the surrounding environment to search for it.
As he continued to walk step by step, a muffled heat and the sound of metal collision gradually became clear. It was a typical sound of blacksmithing, seemingly coming from an arsenal on his floor. Zhang Rui followed the sound, making his way towards the source of the striking noise.
Zhang Rui cautiously followed the sound of the hot and metallic collision, winding through the corridor, and arrived at a heavy wooden door. Hanging on the door was an ancient plaque with the words "Divine Machine Camp" engraved on it, in an ancient and profound script. He gently pushed open the door, and was hit by a wave of heat and the smell of metal.
Entering the arsenal, Zhang Rui was surprised to find that there was only a rugged dwarf focusing on forging iron. The dwarf was dressed in heavy leather armor, with red hair tied behind his head, and his muscles were as powerful as forged steel, exuding a sense of strength. The firelight reflected on his sweaty face, emitting an indomitable spirit.
The dwarf completely did not notice Zhang Rui's entrance. He was completely focused on hammering the iron block in his hand. Every strike was precise and powerful, sending sparks flying. The entire arsenal was filled with the heat of the furnace and the rhythmic sound of metal striking, creating an atmosphere of progress in this small space.
Zhang Rui stood to the side, watching every move of the dwarf craftsman. He couldn't help but admire the professional spirit of this rugged craftsman. He couldn't help but wonder, how many such craftsmen are there in the Shadow Realm? How does their craftsmanship support the entire armed forces of the Shadow League?
Zhang Rui looked at the dwarf who was focused on his work and decided to raise his voice to ask. He took a deep breath and then asked loudly, "Excuse me, where is the Medical kiosk?" However, the sound of the dwarf's hammer and the roar of the furnace seemed to overpower everything, making Zhang Rui's words almost inaudible in the noisy environment.
Zhang Rui stood there, watching the dwarf still immersed in his craft, completely unaware. The dwarf's hands rose and fell, with a strong and steady rhythm, shaping the metal bit by bit. Sparks and hot air billowed in the air, baking the entire space.
Zhang Rui felt somewhat helpless, realizing that in such noise, his voice was almost powerless. He looked around, hoping to find other people who could help him, but the arsenal seemed to have only this dwarf who was completely focused.
Zhang Rui asked the dwarf loudly again, "Excuse me, where is the Medical kiosk?" This time, the dwarf seemed to finally hear Zhang Rui's voice. He lifted his head from the anvil, slightly moved his goggles, revealing a sweaty, coal-dusted face. His eyes showed concentration and a hint of curiosity.
"Oh, a newcomer?" The dwarf's hoarse voice carried a hint of surprise, as well as an appreciation for the new face. "Quick, help me stoke the furnace, I'm in the middle of something here! It's a crucial moment!" With that, he put on his goggles again and refocused on his work, the rhythm of his hammer unchanged as the fire danced beneath it.
Zhang Rui stood there, feeling somewhat helpless. He was unfamiliar with the facilities here, let alone how to operate such an ancient furnace. However, he didn't want to be rude to the dwarf who might offer assistance, so he approached the furnace and tried to adjust the fire based on his intuition. He pulled some levers, hoping to increase the heat appropriately.
The burning sound of the furnace intensified, and the fire glowed brightly and fiercely. Zhang Rui felt a wave of heat coming, but he remained focused on observing the furnace's reaction, hoping that he was doing the right thing. The dwarf occasionally looked up, seeming somewhat satisfied with Zhang Rui's actions.
Zhang Rui took the opportunity to ask again, "Excuse me, where is the Medical kiosk?" This time his tone was gentler, hoping to get an answer during the dwarf's breaks from work. "Yes, that's it, add more firepower!" the dwarf shouted to Zhang Rui, his voice revealing a rugged excitement. He seemed completely oblivious to Zhang Rui's confusion, focusing only on the dagger in front of him.
Zhang Rui stood by the furnace, helplessly watching the dwarf focus on his work. The dwarf held a piece of metal being crafted, and sparks flew under his iron hammer. The metal gradually took shape, resembling a delicate dagger. The dwarf's movements were precise and powerful, each hammer strike showcasing his superb skill. Zhang Rui felt that the conversation between him and the dwarf was like taking place in two different worlds. He didn't know how to operate the furnace and could only judge his actions based on the dwarf's reactions. He tried to pull some levers, increasing the firepower to make the fire in the furnace burn more vigorously.
The dwarf seemed somewhat satisfied with Zhang Rui's operation, and he continued to focus on crafting the dagger, murmuring to himself, "This dagger, I will forge it into the perfect weapon." Zhang Rui stood aside, feeling somewhat out of place, but he didn't want to leave at this critical moment and disrupt the dwarf's work. So he obediently continued to observe the furnace, occasionally adjusting the firepower, waiting for the dwarf to complete his masterpiece.
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