Chapter 3738 — The Invitation
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He paused, and Scrap King drew a deep breath, fixing Wei Zhao with a burning stare. "The forepaws and whip-tail of a Nine-Tailed Cloudpiercer are rare finds that can't be sought, only stumbled upon. If you trust me, Brother Lin Er, come find me at the Azure Cloud Pavilion anytime. I'm willing to forge a weapon for you, free of charge."
So that was it! Only then did Wei Zhao understand the purpose of his visit. He did not answer at once, but asked instead, "Might I ask where you learned your craft, Brother Wang? Does the Threefold Pavilion have a place that specifically trains artificers?"
Scrap King was taken aback for a moment, then answered, "Not at all. Artificing is a very obscure profession. As far as I know, there aren't many proper artificers here on North Island—though there are quite a few over on Middle Island. As for my own training, I just happened to study for a few days under a master artificer named Sun Jichuan, and everything else I picked up on my own from manuals and trial and error. But rest assured, I won't boast about other things—my skill at artificing is absolutely solid!"
And that was what he called not boasting? Wei Zhao could not help but laugh. "But just now, Chen Blackbeard and the others said you've never once succeeded at a forging, Brother Wang?"
"Uh..." Scrap King was instantly rendered speechless. However much he considered himself an artificing genius, this was a bloody, undeniable fact—and it was precisely for this reason that people called him Scrap King.
"I believe you'll succeed. If the chance comes in the future, I'll come find you at the Azure Cloud Pavilion!" Wei Zhao gave him a faint smile.
His impression of Scrap King was actually rather good—it was plain to see the man had genuine substance. It was just that, even with the shoddiest of materials, he always insisted on forging top-grade divine weapons and treasures. Clinging to such a bizarre creed, if the fellow could actually succeed, that would be a true wonder to behold!
Still, the forepaws and whip-tail of the Nine-Tailed Cloudpiercer were useless just sitting in his hands. When he had time later, he might as well seek the fellow out and study the craft together—perhaps they really could forge something decent!
"You really are willing to trust me?" Scrap King was overjoyed beyond expectation. He had not held out much hope for this at all; he simply did not want to see such excellent artificing materials wasted and ruined. Yet unexpectedly, Wei Zhao had actually agreed.
One had to understand: though this peculiar profession of artificer had always been sought after, those truly worthy of the name could be counted on one's fingers.
An artificer like Scrap King, who had never once succeeded in forging a decent weapon, was in others' eyes an utter laughingstock. No one would take his words seriously, much less hand him rare materials to work with—not even if Scrap King volunteered to forge for free.
Because once materials were used in a forging, there were only two outcomes: success, becoming part of a divine weapon or treasure, or failure, reduced forever after to a pile of scrap with no value whatsoever.
And given Scrap King's embarrassing record, could the fellow possibly succeed? Only a ghost would believe it! Oh, no—not even a ghost would believe it!
It was no exaggeration to say that out of ten thousand people, nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine would not trust Scrap King's ability. But today his luck was good: he had met the last one, the one person willing to believe in him.
To him, this was very likely his last straw. If he could not seize this chance to redeem his name properly, then for the rest of his life he might truly have nothing to keep him company but that awkward title of Scrap King.