447: C447 The President of the Blacksmith's Guild Molt

C447 The President of the Blacksmith's Guild Molt

Article 447. The Blacksmith's Association Guild Master, Mo Erte

The atmosphere of the smithy became tense. His bright eyes were staring at Amish, but he felt that Zhang Xing could see all the thoughts in his mind clearly.

His heart turned cold, and an agitated feeling arose spontaneously. Just as he was about to change the topic, he heard someone shout from behind, "Master Amish, President wants to see you!"

He turned around to look at the person who had come. It was the Second Level Forge Master from the Blacksmith's Association, Luo Pusi.

"How is Mo Erte's situation?"

Amish asked anxiously with a worried look on his face.

Amish and President Morte had been good friends for many years. This smithy was opened with the help of Mo Erte.

Last month, Mo Erte suddenly fell ill. The most famous Fourth Grade alchemist, Ao Deli, who had been invited to the Pharmacist Association, had not recovered even after half a month.

He suddenly sent someone over, could it be...

An ominous premonition appeared.

"I'm afraid President Morte... can't do it anymore!"

Luo Pusi replied with a heavy tone.

"Where is Ao Deli?" Amish asked.

"He can't do anything about it either!" Luo Pusi shook his head.

The two of them fell into a short silence.

"May I ask what illness President Morte has?"

Zhang Xing asked curiously.

When Luo Pusi heard the sound, he was also stunned when he saw Zhang Xing's appearance.

"This is?"

"He... He is me, Friends."

Amish did not dare to treat Zhang Xing as Clerk.

Luo Pusi nodded and said, "We just can't find out what illness it is, so we can't drug him."

"Alright, let's go and take a look. We don't know medicine, so it's useless even if we want to crack the cephalo-."

Amish waved his short and strong arm and took the lead to walk out.

Zhang Xing followed. He wanted to take a look at the situation first. If he could cure it, he would help. The leader of the Blacksmith's Association should know about the existence of the black market. Perhaps he was also a frequent customer.

The three of them walked for more than ten minutes before arriving at a small building that covered a wide area. This was the Blacksmith's Association.

Luo Pusi led the two of them up to the second floor. As soon as they entered, they entered a large hall. Dozens of Old Man sat on a chair with a solemn expression as he spoke softly.

When they saw Amish, many people nodded their heads in a friendly manner.

The door of the room in the middle of the hall was closed. They could clearly hear heavy breathing coming from inside.

"Master Amish, you can go in alone."

Luo Pusi leaned to the side and opened the door.

Zhang Xing looked inside and did not make a sound. He found an empty seat and sat down.

A few minutes later, amish walked out with a painful expression and came in front of an Old Man.

"Sir Ao Deli, is Mo Erte really incurable?"

He shook his head. "I have tried my best."

Ao Deli's reputation in Wan Wu City could be said to be very famous. He was an authority in treating illnesses and saving people. No one could be better than him.

What he said was the law. No one doubted it.

Since he said that he would try his best, it meant that Mo Erte really couldn't do it.

They all sighed and shook their heads. Another peak Fourth Grade Great Blacksmith was missing. It was the loss of the Wan Wu City, as well as the loss of the entire Blacksmith's Association.

"Sir Ao Deli, Mo Erte didn't. I am the only Friends in my life. Please think of a way, I beg you..."

Amish choked and could not continue. His eyes were red.

"Hey! President Morte will not live until dawn. Get ready for the funeral!"

Ao Deli did not want to say this, but it was the truth. This was the result even if he did not say it.

Now that it had quieted down, sadness filled the entire hall. When they heard the final verdict, the last trace of hope in many people's eyes disappeared.

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