High-profile?

  Yes, Raven is very high-profile. He can't even explain to anyone where such a huge sum of money comes from.

  But he doesn't need to explain it to anyone.

  If Raven acts like a real evil, maybe some shortsighted noble will come out and accuse Raven of colluding with the devil or demons, and confiscate his mysterious property.

  Lei Wen is surprisingly close with Zheng Yi and San Ji You.

  At first glance, many people even think Raven should be in the camp of good and evil.

  More importantly, Raven's inexplicably good relationship network with the gods made many potential enemies hesitant to take action. The gods in this world are mostly extremely protective of their own, and once you provoke a small one, it often triggers the god behind them, making things not fun at all.

  Look, all the gods who are in a hostile relationship with Raven have no good things: Xiriek was expelled from the divine realm, and half of the followers in the mortal world were cleared; The kingdom of Misk was demolished and had its legs broken; Ladug rolled back with a gray face and lost a chosen one; The worst is Gaggs, who fell directly, and even the old nest equivalent to the earthly kingdom was looted.

  Nowadays, as long as one is a pastor, they can clearly see the dazzling blessing of the three goddesses on Raven's body when facing each other. The chaotic camp is not easy to say, and the gods of other camps have to weigh carefully before moving Raven.

  Only Moradin, this refined fellow, instantly saw where Raven's money came from. However, Moradin smiled and instructed the priest below to collect the money that should be collected.

  The family heads took the lead, and each of their dwarves naturally put away their own share. The materials and auxiliary materials needed to forge a semi-divine artifact are exorbitantly expensive, but in reality, these materials aren't that easy to come by because they're too high-end. Many legendary-grade equipment can't even use them.

  Levin's generosity actually allowed many dwarf high-ranking blacksmiths and dwarf forging masters to earn a fortune.

  Levin's reputation for generosity began to spread among the dwarves.

  This time, the semi-divine artifact forging also shocked the Dwarf King of Ironforge. He dispatched as many as 300 Royal Chamber Guards to defend Furnace No. 1. In addition, there were two dwarf legendary warriors and a high-ranking dwarf priestess named Kavra, a total of three legends assisting in the defense.

  It can be said that they have managed this place with an iron fist.

  These days, Raven didn't go anywhere and just stayed in the workshop of No. 1 Furnace in Cast Iron Fortress to assist Darak with the preliminary preparation work for forging a semi-divine artifact.

  "This day, Dalak suddenly found Raven: 'Now there's a small problem, this sword embryo unexpectedly has a pretty high chance of being forged into a semi-divine artifact. But forging it into your exclusive one is a bit troublesome.'"

  "What?"

  "The divinity of the Moon Goddess doesn't quite match with yours, after all, the Moon Goddess is from the benevolent camp..."

  "What about adding my divinity?" Laila's sudden appearance startled both of them.

  "Hello. Honorable Lady Mist." Darak bowed naturally.

  "Hello, Master Darak'Thul. I have something to discuss with Raven."

  "Alright, Miss Fog. You may go." Darak nodded and left.

  With a light wave of her hand, a faint mist instantly enveloped the entire room. Leila revealed her true form.

  Hmm, I don't know if it's just a delusion of mine, but I feel like Laila Xiao Luoli seems to have grown up a bit again. Now she feels like she's almost thirteen years old, probably around twelve and a half.

  Sensing Raven's thoughts, Laila suddenly let out a soft laugh and pounced on him, embracing him: "Hey, want to confirm my development status?"

  Today, Leila transformed into a white circular small fur hat on her head, wearing a white lace-trimmed princess dress. From afar, it looks very good-looking, but up close, it's a bit provocative, with a large exposed back. The opening reaches the waist muscle, and there is a small heart-shaped opening at the front placket that can be clearly seen, which has already started to show signs of aging.

  In fact, from the side view, that arc is already quite obvious.

  It's okay if the bottom is a princess skirt, but why are there white silk suspenders and stockings again!

  That faintly visible, alluring curve on those long legs is very enticing and makes one want to explore the absolute domain ah ah ah!

  Twelve and a half! Before crossing, this was just the age of elementary school graduation. But Western girls develop quickly... Unbeknownst to him, Levin felt himself taking another step closer to the path of no return to crime.

  "Get out!" Raven waved his hand to push away Laila, and immediately muttered three times the calming spell in his heart: I am not a lolicon! I am not a lolicon! I am a lolicon!

  "Huh? I think I read something wrong. Never mind."

  It seems like she found something interesting, Leila suddenly laughed like a little fox, and in an instant, she leaned against Raven's back: "Roll? Do you want me to roll around on your back or on your chest?"

  That warm and gentle touch almost made Raven fall into it.

  No way!

  It's going to become a beast!

  Levin flashed lightning and hit a violent slap on Laila's head.

  "Ah!" She covered her forehead. Leila slumped down.

  "Where did you learn this?" Raven's face was stern, like a strict teacher.

  "I originally wanted to go and observe how the maid works, who knew that even the maids of those noble families like Paisley are like this towards their young masters."

  “……”

  That's too much! It's simply a dereliction of duty!

  "Others see you doing dangerous things all day and want to come comfort you!"

  Levin's head was full of black lines, just as he was about to say something, Laila slowly opened her arms. She gently wrapped herself around Levin, and a pretty face rubbed against his cheek.

  "Riven, I heard Sion's prayer... In my original fate, I was supposed to fall, dying early at the hands of Shyvana and Maokai's combined assault. Right?"

  After a long silence, Raven nodded.

  Leila suddenly laughed: "I don't know why, but I'm so happy all of a sudden. When I decided to surrender to you, I was really wise. This time with Shrek, and that time with Gaggs, I thought I was dead for sure. Who would have thought..." Leila's smile was truly beautiful, and the pure and innocent feeling it conveyed could melt any cold and cruel heart.

  "Huh?"

  "Raven, I think..." Laila trailed off, a tantalizing blush beginning to spread rapidly across her face.

  Unconsciously, the two faced each other, their faces extremely close.

  "Thud! Thud! Thud!" Both of them could hear each other's violent heartbeat.

  It's near! Getting closer and closer!

  Just as their four lips were about to touch...

  "Raven! I felt the aura of Laila, the Upper God... Uh!" Suddenly bursting in, Sains saw the scene before her eyes and was completely stunned. Fortunately, she wasn't too foolish, so she swiftly transformed her body into a fleeting shadow and slipped away: "Nothing's wrong. You guys continue!"

  Go on?! Go on with your nonsense!

  Levin was shocked! The rhythm just now almost made him a beast! If this continues, it will be a joyful and pleasant event in no time. The terrifying incident of the decline of social morality.

  What a close call! What a close call!

  Huh? How does little Loli Leila have a killing aura? Anyway, it's not directed at me, never mind!

  Each of them quickly tidied up their clothes and exchanged an awkward glance.

  After a long time, Leila was the first to throw out an elemental crystal to Raven: "Here, I heard you want to forge your own exclusive weapon. As your... number one general! This is all I can help you with." After finishing speaking, Leila's face turned red and her figure suddenly disappeared.

  Where is mom? Where is mom?

  Although Raven wanted to spit it out, after receiving it, he felt that the thing in his hand was heavy.

  Two points of illusory spirituality.

  The accumulation of divine power is always a long process, even if it's recently rumored that Laila has gained many more followers, Raven dares to guarantee that this must be the result of Xiao Luoli's hard work.

  However, Leila's gift also solved a major problem, that is the soul binding of the demigod artifact. With Leila's full support, Darak said that as long as the demigod artifact can be completed, the compatibility between this weapon and Raven will be unprecedentedly high.

  It finally arrived on August 15th, 1314 of the O'Creat calendar, the day of the opening of the furnace.

  It's called opening the furnace, but it has nothing to do with the fire. Because of the characteristics of Black Moon Blade, the forging of this sword embryo does not require the existence of flames.

  It's called smelting, but it looks more like a mysterious magical ritual.

  The moon is overhead.

  The bright moonlight passes through a nearly two-thousand-meter-long straight passage from the top of the mountain all the way down to the iron felt of No. 1 blast furnace.

  The moonlight's glow was small, only able to envelop the cutting edge of the half-moon blade. The rest of the area remained shrouded in darkness.

  Dwarven master craftsman Dalaran held in his hand the warhammer borrowed from Moradin, the dwarven All-Father.

  This hammer is identical in shape to Moradin's Soulhammer.

  The only difference is that the Soul Hammer has smashed countless gods, demons and monsters' heads over millions of years, and the hammer can still feel the resentment of numerous powerful existences lingering on it. However, this iron hammer does not have any blood aura. Instead, it contains a hint of the power of the earth's laws, which should be a kind of divine quality that was quietly imparted to it after being used by Moradin for countless years.

  Torre's luck, Darak can borrow this hammer. If this forging is successful, it will definitely allow his forging skills to reach a higher level.

  It's worth noting that Darak is less than 300 years old, and after entering the sacred domain, the lifespan of any living thing will be greatly extended. Although dwarves generally only live for over 200 years, if nothing unexpected happens, Darak can easily live to be 500 years old.

  In this way, it is possible that another master craftsman will appear among the dwarves.

  Mo Ladeng is so generous, and there's also this consideration inside.

  Darak slowly raised his hammer and tapped it gently on the Black Moon Blade.

  "Ding——" A crisp sound similar to shattering glass echoed throughout the scene.

  The Black Moon's Blade began to melt.

  Like encountering high-temperature chocolate, the black metal liquid instantly melted.

  One hammer, two hammers, three hammers.

  With just three strikes, the entire Black Moon Blade vanished, transforming from a liquid into a massive half-ethereal entity that was somewhere between smoke and shadow.

  Stop your hands and let this strange half-illusory body churn and stir itself in mid-air.

  After waiting for three minutes, the dwarf master's eyes flashed with a hint of sharpness, it was time, he muttered some unknown ancient dwarven language in his mouth, and raised the hammer high.

  A faint brown-black glow emanated from the hammer, growing increasingly intense as it attracted the semi-ethereal form of Black Moon Blade to begin coalescing once more, wrapping itself around the hammerhead.

  The hammer fell, striking the anvil with a loud clang.

  It can be seen that the moon and the dark breath are actually solidified by the hammer, and the substantial hammer can actually knock the virtual body-like breath into reality.

  After a while, Dalak finished forging the new sword and handed it over to Raven.

  "Insert it into yourself. It requires your blood and soul as a seal."

  "Where?"

  "Anywhere!"

  Leiwen took over the sword embryo and inserted it into his own heart with a flip of his hand...

  P.S: Still in the midst of crying and running wildly with an even greater debt.