The undercover agent sent by the imperial court

Ling Xuan didn't feel that there was anything wrong with pulling a sweaty BMW to carry daily necessities. He passed a potbellied businessman as if nothing had happened, and turned around to carefully select charcoal fire.

"Bamboo charcoal is better, it has less smoke, but it seems that the temperature is not as high as refined carbon." Ling Xuan touched his chin and thought, "But the temperature is not high enough for heating, so bamboo charcoal is enough."

Ling Xuan turned his head and asked the clerk, "By the way, is there any place to buy seasoning here?"

"This, I really don't have it. The restaurant should have it, but I won't buy this one." The clerk of the anti-sack wiped his sweat and said.

"I didn't buy any." Ling Xuan sighed, "That's right, you have to buy this kind of thing and dry it and go back and grind it yourself." Forget it, anyway, at my own level, I can't catch prey.

"Young Master, you are going to attend the Treasure Hunting Conference?" the boss asked with a smile as he handed over the packed bamboo charcoal.

"This, of course." Ling Xuan nodded without hesitation.

"Don't you bring a weapon, sir?" The boss looked at Ling Xuan's light clothes and said, "There is a good casting workshop here, why don't you go and have a look?"

Ling Xuan silently remembered that before he left, he had unceremoniously thrown back the set of resplendent and royal short knives prepared by the emperor's brother, "Alright, then take me to have a look."

The casting workshop looks good. Apart from weapons, it also makes some agricultural tools. Ling Xuan went to inspect these weapons carefully, "It's made of fine steel, I didn't expect it."

The boss also showed a proud smile, "The carbon here is all provided by me, which can increase the temperature of the flame to temper more refined steel."

"It's really powerful." Ling Xuan took off the sword and said with emotion, "Can it be customized here? I happen to be short of weapons."

"What will you use?" An uncle came out with dirty clothes and his upper body was naked, his muscles visibly looked around Ling Xuan.

Ling Xuan put down the sword in his hand and smiled, "I know ten out of eighteen weapons, but I'm better at light work."

"Darts?" Uncle said, waving his hammer, "Dagger?"

"Both." Ling Xuan said seriously, "The lighter the dart, the better. The dagger should be thin, but not brittle."

The boss's eyelids twitched, "If you want to be thin but not brittle, isn't that embarrassing you?"

Ling Xuan smiled again, "I've always used this kind of dagger, if it doesn't work, forget it, just ten darts."

The uncle tossed the hammer, "No problem, how many daggers are there?"

"Two." Ling Xuan said, gesticulating, "It's about this big, one on the leggings and one on the hand, and the thickness is no more than four sheets of paper."

"Four pieces of paper!" The boss who bought the charcoal gasped, but saw the uncle nodded in agreement, "Old man, forget it, I don't care!"

After saying that, he waved his hands and left to go back to his shop. Ling Xuan watched the other party leave, and touched the back of his head, "Uncle, you are called Lao Tie."

"I'm a cast iron one. Does it matter what it's called?" Lao Tie changed a hammer, "When are you leaving?"

Ling Xuan counted with his fingers, "If you keep on going, you will leave in ten days at the latest."

"Seven days is enough, let's have more fun on the road!" Lao Tie hit a piece of scrap iron with a hammer, "It's time to start working!"

Ling Xuan's eyelids twitched in fright at the angry shout, "Uncle Tie is so confident!"