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There had never been such a young Forge Grandmaster in the Demon Empire for many years. Did he master all-fields? That meant any demon warrior could use the help of this Forge Grandmaster.

Any Forge Grandmaster in the Blacksmith Union in the demon territory were all elders, even if they only mastered one field.

"Such a young Forge Grandmaster that mastered all-fields. Just like Zence’s..."

"Qian Jin!" Box Hort’s eyes suddenly opened. "That is right! Lucifer Lucy Her Highness found someone who could potentially rival that Qian Mad-Dog?" he thought.

"If that is the case." Box Hort rolled his eyes quickly as numerous thoughts appeared in his head. "If the Tenth Princess has enough power to fight for the throne... Her strength and power will grow even more... If that is the case, I better establish a good relationship.

"This... Your Highness. Are you serious?" Box Hort asked as he looked at Lucifer Lucy earnestly, "You said that he is a Forge Grandmaster of all-fields? He can forge Soul Weapons and make potions?"

Lucifer Lucy quickly covered her mouth as a regretful expression appeared on her face. She looked like she was thinking hard.

Box Hort swallowed his drools after he saw that reaction. "Looks like it is true, and this princess doesn’t want to tell anyone about it."

"That is right" Saber Philip also nodded as he thought, "If I found such a retinue, I won’t want to tell anyone either! Otherwise, other princes might come and fight for this demon! If this demon had other bloodlines, he might have some loyalty. Too bad he had Mamen Bloodline and Lucifer Bloodline. He had the arrogance of Lucifers and the greed of Mamens."

The powerful forces weren’t afraid of greed, they were afraid of someone who had integrity.

Saber Philip was sure that Lucifer Lucy told the truth and she only said that when she got too mad. From the look on Lucifer Lucy’s face, Saber Philip felt like she was nervous and hesitating about confirming what she said.

"Your Highness, I believe you." Box Hort put down the teacup, straightened his back, and said earnestly, "Since that is the case, we need to renegotiate."

Saber Philip looked gloomy. He knew that he couldn’t avenge his son and grandson anymore. It wasn’t because he didn’t want to, it was because the elders from the Mamen Clan won’t allow him to.

"If this is the case... then I need to kill this mixed-blood now!" Saber Philip bit his lips. He was a supporter of the Crown Prince. "Since this princess got such a retinue, she would become an obstacle in the Crown Prince’s way! But to help the Crown Prince His Highness to recruit this demon?" Saber Philip shook his head with a cold grin on his face. That would be possible if only his son died. Now with both his son and grandson died, there would be no direct descendants of his since he had lost his reproductive abilities due to age.

The reason for his greed was to accumulate as many resources as he could for his descendants and to make his branch of the family more powerful. There was still some hope for the throne of the empire if his descendants were bright and hardworking.

Now with no descendants, there was no reason at all! "Kill!" Saber Philip tried his best to hide his murderous intent from everyone. "I need to kill that mixed-blood myself!" he thought.

"What I said isn’t true..." Lucifer Lucy smiled as she explained. But after she saw the meaningful expression on Box Hort’s face, she added, "To be honest, what I said was true. You guys understand why I have to save him now?"

"Damn!"

Box Hort shouted in his mind. "So lucky! Saber Nisfur’s death is worth it! Even if the entire Saber Family died, it is still worth it!" he thought.

"The last bit of hope in Saber Philip’s mind must have died now." A rejoiceful smile appeared on Box Hort’s face. "Thank god we didn’t do anything last night to offend that mix-blood demon. Otherwise, we would be in trouble." He thought.

"En... Your Highness... It is not that I don’t trust you, but..." A nervous expression appeared on Box Hort’s face as he said, "Can I see him for myself? If I don’t..."

"Of course." A trouble expression appeared on Lucifer Lucy’s face, "But you guys can’t allow this news to get out..."

"Of course." Box Hort laughed. "I don’t want other forces to know about such a talented demon."

Lucifer Lucy didn’t say anything back, but she looked pleased with Box Hort’s response. Then she turned around and walked toward the exit of the hall. She said, "Come with me, he should be making a Warrior Weapon for me right now. I need a shield that is portable, stiff, and won’t block my vision in battle."

Saber Philip followed as he thought, "Should l instantly kill that Jiliu Feijing after I meet him? Wait, I can’t! If I do that, I would be punished by the Elder Council for sure! I can try to kill him in private! If that doesn’t work, I will just pass out the news. Other than forces that want to recruit him, I’m sure there are demons out there who would want to kill him too!"

Although Box Taylor was following them as well, he was very confused. "Forging in my mansion? Why don’t I know about it? I have a few blacksmiths here in my mansion, and they should report to me if someone wants to use their shops." He thought.

Tink!... Tink... Tink...

Forging noises sounded in the blacksmith shop. It wasn’t fast, but it did have a strange rhythm to it. Box Taylor felt like he had never heard such a rhythm before.

He walked up and pushed open the gate to the shop and he realized that all the blacksmiths he had in his place had circled around Jiliu Feijing.

"Uh?..." Although he didn’t know anything about forging, he did understand the expressions on the faces of these blacksmiths. The blacksmiths who didn’t even see him as a superior had admiration and tears in their eyes. It could be said that they were worshipping this demon named Jiliu Feijing.

Box Taylor felt like he was hallucinating when he saw two blacksmiths crying.

"What is going on? What is this?" Box Taylor asked one blacksmith quietly, but he only got an angry and annoyed response, "Don’t talk!"

"Don’t talk?" Box Taylor didn’t even get mad. He and the other demons behind him watched this Jiliu Feijing as he switched to two hammers instead of one, and the two hammers were forging one piece of hot metal. Like a butterfly in a trap, the metal couldn’t escape from the two hammers at all.

"No wonder he is using hammers as weapons." Box Taylor nodded subconsciously, "His method is just too beautiful."

Saber Philip squeezed his magic wand as he looked at Qian Jin, but he felt like his wrist was grabbed by a hand. He looked up and saw the sly smile on Box Hort’s face.

"Don’t think that I don’t know what you are thinking about." Box Hort’s cold voice sounded in Saber Philip’s ear. "We are all Mamen Demons, and I know you too well. This kid’s forging ability is beyond our expectations and I won’t allow you to do whatever you want."

Saber Philip started at Box Hort viciously, but he couldn’t do anything. Although he was a Legendary Mage who had Night Elf Bloodline, the person beside him was a Thunder Eagle Bloodline Warrior.

Powerful mages weren’t scared of close-range combats, but they weren’t willing to fight a powerful Bloodline Warrior up close.

However, Saber Philip had to agree with what Box Hort said. This young demon in front of him was much more talented than he initially thought.

Even a Forge Grandmaster needed time to forge Warrior Weapons. The higher the level, the longer it took.

A level 10 Warrior Weapon would also take a Forge Grandmaster a long time.

However, the young demon in front of them was redefining their understanding. Although the shield wasn’t finished, they knew that it was already on the level of Warrior Weapon. The only drawback was that it wasn’t a high-level Warrior Weapon.

"How long has this mixed-blood demon been forging? He was sleeping all night and he only woke not too long ago. He was able to turn a piece of metal into a Warrior Weapon-level shield, and it looked like he was still trying to increase its level." They thought, "Even the blacksmiths in the Central Union in the Fallen City couldn’t do this. At least he could be considered as the most time-efficient blacksmith in the Demon Empire."

"Maybe..." Saber Philip frowned, "Even the No.1 Blacksmith, that old dwarf, couldn’t make a Warrior Weapon in this short amount of time."

Box Taylor was just swallowing his drool. "Too fast... I’m glad I didn’t offend him yesterday. The Elder Council must be willing to sacrifice a lot of things in order to get close to this mixed-blood... they even ..."

Box Taylor felt like the Elder Council of the Mamen Clan won’t do anything to this mixed-blood even if he and Saber Nisfur were killed yesterday by him.