Mrs. and Mr. Smith
Chapter 2012

Chapter 2012: Chapter 2012: Crafting the Saint Weapon_1 Chapter 2012: Chapter 2012: Crafting the Saint Weapon_1 Their purpose for coming here was quite similar to Ethan Smith's, as they were also looking for a magical artifact that could conceal their aura.

As long as the aura is hidden, they can take away Dharma Treasures from the Chaos Grave without any worries.

It was precisely because of this reason that the price of aurconcealing magical artifacts skyrocketed recently.

Ethan Smith didn't care about the elegantly dressed young man, and led the Boss Lady to the side with slight caution, then whispered, “Boss Lady, in Divine Fortuity City, who should I look for if I want to forge a Saint Weapon?”

Hearing Ethan's words, the Boss Lady said in surprise, “The conditions for forging a Saint Weapon are very stringent. Are you sure you want to forge one?”

Ethan Smith quickly changed his words, “I'm just asking casually.”

It seemed that the Boss Lady had figured out Ethan Smith's thoughts, she laughed and said, “All I can tell you is that the power of a Saint Weapon comes from the Holy Power, otherwise it's just an empty title.”

After leaving this sentence, Boss Lady walked toward the side.

Ethan Smith quickly understood the meaning of Boss Lady's words.

In her opinion, Ethan Smith did not understand the true meaning of a Saint Weapon.

Of course, she didn't know that Ethan Smith had a lot of Saint's Bones in his hands, which contained Holy Power.

So, Ethan Smith went to the Boss Lady again and said, “So, there's no one in Divine Fortuity City who can forge it?”

“There is. You can go to the middle section of Heavenly Star Street and find someone named Finley Doyle. He might be able to help you,” Boss Lady said casually.

Ethan Smith slightly bowed, saying, “Thank you.”

After leaving this sentence, Ethan Smith paid another three million magic coins and walked out.

After Ethan Smith left, the elegantly dressed young man looked at Ethan Smith and asked casually, “Was that kid here to seek a magical artifact too?”

Boss Lady just smiled and said, “I can't say that carelessly, otherwise how can I do business?”

The elegantly dressed young man snorted slightly and then asked about the price.

When he learned that this magical artifact required ten billion magic coins, the elegantly dressed young man's face instantly turned a bit ugly.

“The price is so expensive now…” The elegantly dressed young man clenched his teeth.

With half-joking and half-serious tone, the Boss Lady said, “From your attire, you don't look like you need this ten billion.”

Upon hearing this, the elegantly dressed man immediately snorted coldly, “Of course, I don't lack this money, I just need a large number of magical artifacts.”

Boss Lady just laughed, but she snorted coldly inside.

“Follow that kid just now and see if he has any Dharma Treasure on him,” as if he had thought of something, the elegantly dressed man ordered the two elders beside him to chase after Ethan Smith.

“Yes, Mr. Tenny.”

The two elders bowed and then quickly walked out.

On the other side, Ethan Smith came to the middle section of the Heavenly Star Street according to Boss Lady's guidance.

There was a small shop on one side with the word “Doyle” written on it, which should be the Finley Doyle mentioned by Boss Lady.

So, Ethan Smith pushed the door and entered this shop.

After entering, he found that the shop was small and there were no magical artifacts on display, and it was extremely simple.

But deep in the shop, there seemed to be a courtyard that was blocked by magical artifacts and inaccessible to outsiders.

“May I know which one of you is Finley Doyle?” Ethan Smith cleared his throat and shouted loudly.

After about two or three minutes, there was a dragging noise from inside.

Then, a sloppy man walked out slowly.

He was holding a wine pot in his hand, and his big beard almost covered his entire face.

This man didn't look very old, but he was too sloppy, which made him look very vicissitudinous.

Finley Doyle took a swig of wine and then leaned on the recliner.

“What's the matter?” Finley Doyle said drunkenly.

Ethan Smith couldn't help but feel skeptical.

Could such a person really have the ability to forge Saint Weapons? Were they even better than the people in Divine Artifact City?

“I want you to forge a Saint Weapon for me.” Since he had come, Ethan Smith still stated his purpose.

Finley Doyle laughed and said, “Do you think Saint Weapons are cabbages on the street? Do you know what it takes to forge a Saint Weapon?”

“I know, I have all the materials prepared. As long as you have the ability to forge a Saint Weapon, it will definitely succeed.” Ethan Smith said.

Only then did Finley Doyle look at Ethan Smith seriously, he stretched lazily and said, “Alright, I want three holy bones as payment.”

“Fine.” Ethan Smith agreed without hesitation.

Seeing this, Finley Doyle couldn't help but sneer, “You're quite confident in what you're saying. Alright, as long as you can bring out the materials and three holy bones, I'll agree to it.”

Ethan Smith didn't say a word and immediately took out eight holy bones and the unsold ore.

“Should be enough,” Ethan Smith said.

Finley Doyle sniffed his nose and suddenly sat up from the recliner, then he grabbed the holy bones in front of Ethan Smith and began to scrutinize them carefully.

“They really are holy bones,” Finley Doyle frowned.

He looked up at Ethan Smith and said, “Where did you get these?”

“What does it have to do with you?” Ethan Smith said.

Finley Doyle didn't ask further, he put the three holy bones from the table into his bag, then said, “To forge a decent Saint Weapon, you need at least eight holy bones. Hand over another three bones and I will forge it for you.”

“Fine.” Ethan Smith simply took out another eight without hesitation.

“Since it's going to be forged anyway, let it be a better Saint Weapon,” Ethan Smith said.

Finley Doyle rubbed his eyes, frowned, and said, “Where did you get so many holy bones from? Are you from an aristocratic family?”

Before Ethan Smith could answer, Finley Doyle denied his own assumption, “That can't be possible. If you are really from an aristocratic family, you wouldn't need me.”

“Can you forge it or not?” Ethan Smith frowned.

Finley Doyle scraped the holy bones on the table and said, “I can't guarantee it, I can only try.”

“What do you mean?” Ethan Smith was a bit unhappy.

This Finley Doyle looked too unreliable, as if he was just playing with people.

Finley Doyle glanced at Ethan Smith and said, “What's the rush? If you want to forge a Saint Weapon, you must first awaken these holy bones to obtain the Holy Power contained in them. Without Holy Power, the Saint Weapon will naturally not be made.”

“At the same time, forging a Saint Weapon also requires a large amount of materials as catalysts. Depending on the situation, it might require different materials. Did you think it would be that simple?”

Ethan Smith was silent for a moment and then said, “Alright, how long will it take?”

“Come back in three days,” Finley Doyle took the bones and lay down again.

“Please hurry up; I need it urgently,” Ethan Smith urged.

Finley Doyle waved his hand casually, then stopped paying attention to Ethan Smith.