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Chapter 97: Maybe what bankrupted the organizer was just ten blows of a certain dwarf’s blacksmith’s hammer (two updates!)(2/2)

The other party immediately waved his hand, indicating that Yi Xia could go to the next judge.

In the end, Yi Xia ended the competition (buffet) trip with a B-level evaluation.

And just when Yi Xia was about to leave.

The second judge suddenly ran over:

"Your path is not suitable for making these delicate things."

"Not even canned food."

"I'm giving you this. I hope you can reach the finals directly next time."

"The magic materials there are at least epic."

The second judge gave Yi Xia a scroll, then grinned.

Yi Xia:?

He took the scroll and looked at it, somewhat confused about the other party's intention.

So, the other party came over:

"I lost 140 network disaster coins that time, and when I returned home, my father beat me ten times with a blacksmith hammer!"

"I always remember it!"

Yes, this judge is a dwarf.

Ordinary races cannot withstand the "mountain of fatherly love" hammered by a blacksmith.

Yi Xia nodded and said nothing more.

The two looked at each other and smiled, seeming to have remembered something happy.

"The Crucible Shovel - Valdas Karloff."

"Yi Xia."

The two exchanged names and shook hands.

And a certain rabbit whose expression finally softened again was busy with the next round of competition.
Chapter completed!
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