After Transmigrating, I Became a God by Plundering --- Chapter 11: Combat Skills (6)

"Understood. Then, Teacher, I'll make a rough draft first." I didn't expect my casual excuse to hit the mark, but... I never said I was only making one weapon. "Brother, what's going on? Take a look for me, what's my situation?" As I was carving the shape of the weapon I needed with a small knife, Di Pi ran up to me, his face full of despair. "What situation?" "I don't feel anything with any weapon I hold, but when I moved a wooden board just now, I felt so close to it, like we were connected by blood. Brother, should I privately ask my parents if someone had an affair with a wooden board?" Pfft! What the heck! With a wooden board? Are you sure your parents won't come to the academy and ask you to delete your account if you ask them that? "Why don't you try adding a handle to the back of the wooden board?" I suddenly thought of a possibility. This item wasn't among the weapon samples, and strictly speaking, a shield isn't a conventional weapon. Following my suggestion, Di Pi went to bother Wen Yue and was then sent back to me to do it himself, feast or famine. "Brother, you've made quite a few!" I glanced at Di Pi, who was holding a hammer and nailing it to fix the handle onto the wooden board. "Many? It's alright." I lied, looking at the dozens of knives, big and small, in my hands. "Don't just talk about me. Your wooden board is almost a flattened mace. Can you tell me what's different about it, other than its shape, from a mace?"