It had been seven days since Zhang Xing and Winklow arrived at the Wanwu Kingdom's capital, the Wanwu City. Winklow arranged for Zhang Xing to rest in a more luxurious room.
Zhang Xing did not feel tired along the way, but Winklow could not take it anymore. He hurriedly took his leave and went back to rest.
There was still an afternoon before the night, so he went out for a walk.
However, he could not go out with this appearance. No one would pay attention to a child, let alone talk to him.
It would be too obvious if he brought Black Treasure with him. The assassin group must know that he was here by now.
Perhaps there were many pairs of eyes watching this room.
After thinking for a while, he used his Dragon Qi to change his appearance.
He cast a magic mirror and looked at himself. What appeared in the mirror was … a skinny dwarf about forty years old.
This was another race that he saw in the city, the Dwarf Race. It was based on their appearance, but it was rare to see such a thin dwarf.
They did not live in the bustling city. They only did some business here, selling some unique items of the Dwarf Race, forging some weapons for people, and so on.
Most of the blacksmiths in the Blacksmith's Guild in the city were from the Dwarf Race. They were born with divine strength and had an innate perception of various metal structures.
Therefore, when smithing was mentioned on the Holy Dragon Continent, the Dwarf Race was the first thing that came to mind.
He swaggered out of the main door and scanned the surroundings with his divine sense. As expected, there were many spies staring at this place. He ignored them and walked toward the bustling street.
Zhang Xing was still wearing a black robe. He could have changed his height and weight, but he felt that it was unnecessary. He just went out to take a look.
These disguise techniques were found among the spoils of war of those Rulers. However, they had been modified to be of a higher level and more casual.
Zhang Xing walked on the street and was constantly despised by the noble ladies. They all avoided him.
The Dwarf Race was born ugly and formed a group of their own. They were neither part of the noble class nor could they be classified as poor people.
They were born with eloquence and were good at doing business. They also had smithing skills, so they always wrapped themselves in coarse cloth and did not care about their appearance.
They were very rich and stingy. They often quarreled with others over a gold coin.
Although the nobles were disgusted with them, they did not dare to provoke them easily because the Blacksmith's Guild behind them was quite powerful and had a wide network of connections.
Moreover, they were born warriors. They always had two huge hammers hanging behind their butts. Whenever they were drunk, they would use the hammers to hit people.
If something were to happen, the Blacksmith's Association would step in to protect him. They would compensate him and apologize to him. After that, everything would go on as usual.
After a long time, these dwarves developed arrogance and felt that no one dared to touch them.
Of course, they weren't fools. They were also acting according to the situation.
Zhang Xing wandered around aimlessly on the street. As he walked, he arrived in front of a blacksmith shop.
A dwarven blacksmith in his twenties was sweating profusely as he forged a broadsword.
Ding ding dang dang!
A piece of red-hot rectangular steel was quickly forged into the shape of a broadsword under his huge hammer.
Zhang Xing found it quite interesting and stopped to watch.
Needless to say, the young dwarf was very focused when he was working. No matter who was next to him, he would ignore them.
After an hour, the broadsword was forged. At this time, an old dwarf with a big beard came out.
"Ian, I've told you 800 times. When you're smithing, don't be too stiff with your wrist. You must be flexible. Do you understand flexibility?"