The atmosphere in the smithy became stifling. His bright eyes looked straight at Amic, but he felt that his thoughts were being seen through by Zhang Xing.
His heart turned cold, and an irritated feeling arose. Just as he was about to change the topic, he heard someone shouting behind him: "Master Amic, the president wants to see you!"
Looking back, it was the rank 2 blacksmith of the Blacksmith Guild, Loupes.
"How is Morte's condition?"
Amic asked anxiously with a worried face.
Amic and president Morte had been good friends for many years. This smithy was opened with Morte's help.
Last month, Morte suddenly fell ill. They invited the most famous rank 4 Pharmacist Audley from the Pharmacist Guild, but he didn't get better after half a month of treatment.
Suddenly sending someone here, could it be … …
A bad premonition appeared.
"I'm afraid president Morte is … … dying!"
Loupes replied with a heavy heart.
"Where's Pharmacist Audley?" Amic asked.
"He's also helpless!" Loupes shook his head.
The two fell into a short silence.
"May I ask what kind of illness president Morte is suffering from?"
Zhang Xing asked curiously.
Hearing the voice, Loupes was startled when he saw Zhang Xing's appearance.
"This is?"
"He … … he's a friend of mine."
Amic didn't dare to treat Zhang Xing as a shop assistant.
Nodding his head, Loupes said: "It's just that we can't find out what kind of illness it is, so we can't give him any medicine."
"Alright, let's go take a look. We don't know anything about medicine, so it's useless even if we break our heads thinking about it."
Amic waved his short but strong arms and took the lead to walk out.
Zhang Xing followed him. He wanted to take a look at the situation first. If he could cure it, he would help. The president of the Blacksmith Guild should know about the existence of the black market. He might even be a regular customer there.
The three of them walked for more than ten minutes and arrived at a small building that occupied a large area. This was the Blacksmith Guild.
Loupes led the two of them to the second floor. Once they entered, they saw a large hall. Dozens of old men were sitting on chairs and talking softly with serious expressions.
Seeing Amic, many of them nodded their heads in a friendly manner.
In the middle of the hall, the door of a room was ajar, and they could clearly hear heavy breathing coming from inside.
"Master Amic, you can go in alone."
Ropes opened the door and said softly.
Zhang Xing glanced inside and didn't say anything. He found an empty seat and sat down.
A few minutes later, Amic walked out with a pained expression and came before an old man.
"Sir Audley, is there really no cure for Morte?"
Shaking his head, Zhang Xuan replied, "I've already done my best."
Audley's reputation in the Ten Thousand Martial City could be said to be renowned. In terms of treating and saving people, he was an authority that no one could surpass.
What he said was the law, and no one doubted it.
Since he said that he had tried his best, it meant that Morte really couldn't do it.
One after another, they sighed and shook their heads. The loss of another peak Fourth Rank Master Forger was a loss to the Ten Thousand Martial City and the entire Blacksmith's Guild.
"Sir Audley, Morte doesn't have any children. I'm his only friend. Please think of another way. I beg you …"
Amic choked and couldn't continue. His eyes were red.
"Sigh!
President Morte won't live to see dawn. You guys should prepare for his funeral! "
Alchemist Audley didn't want to say this, but it was the truth. Even if he didn't say it, the result would be the same.
Now that the hall was silent, sadness filled the entire hall. After hearing the final verdict, the last trace of hope in many people's eyes disappeared.