Romon, Fafer and Nick had agreed to take risks together in three days, but because Nick had not expected it, he kept delaying it.

Since you want to take risks, you must prepare weapons. The next day, Romon went to the blacksmith. In fact, the town is actually very small. It took him five minutes to walk to

When he arrived at the blacksmith's door, Romon had not entered yet, but he glanced at a young man.

"Rollek!" he waved.

Luolaik, who had a bruised nose and swollen eyes, hesitated for a moment and slowly came over: "Romon, you look good."

Although he tried hard to calm down, his tone and eyes showed unsuppressed jealousy.

Romon smiled and said nothing. In my memory, Rolek was originally a friend of Romon in the town. The two looked very similar, and this similarity refers to expressions and treatment.

Roleck was fifteen years old and the son of Old Weir, the blacksmith in the town. He looked thin and weak, with a pretty face, a little pale, and his eyes were dark and deep. If he was wearing better clothes, he would not look like a nobleman, but like a man who grew up in the city.

The thin and thin Rolek is obviously not suitable for the profession of blacksmith.

Romon didn’t think that before, but now Romon can clearly understand many things once he analyzes his memory.

Old Weir could have hated this son. Not only did Rolek be a burden in the family, but he was also strong, rude and illiterate. Therefore, Rolek's handsomeness, gentleness and a natural elegance that arises from his bones are particularly intolerable in his eyes, and he can't tolerate Rolek's love for secretly learning to read and reading.

This is actually a kind of naked jealousy and hatred, and the oppression he received in life is unconsciously vented from this son.

The former Romon also had the same characteristics, and the two were bullied by people of about age in the town, and the teenagers worked hard to bully these two aliens.

Now, Romon has become a druid apprentice. Even if he is a friend, Rolek cannot help but be jealous and depressed!

Romon smiled and said, "Rolake, I have seen several books about magic in the temple. If I can go in to work in the future, I will lend it for you. Do you want to read it?"

Luolaik was stunned for a moment, hesitated for a while before saying, "You want it!"

Luolaik has a very rare memory. He can recite it as long as he reads the book once. This kind of intellectual talent is outstanding even among mages.

Extraordinary talent brings specialness, and this specialness in an inappropriate soil will only bring pain and blows.

Luolaike has read several books, and one day he also thinks that he dreams of becoming a nobleman, and those beautiful and noble noble daughters are all rushing to favor him.

But this dream is only more painful than reality. No matter how great the talent is, if you don’t get the opportunity, it will be buried in the grass and even wither faster than ordinary flowers and plants.

"Well, then, I'll bring it to you when I go back." Romon smiled: "I want to see your father and let him create a sword. This is what I used to learn from Captain Richard."

Some of Druids are also learning martial arts, although it is a secondary homework.

Luolaik agreed and led the way in front of him. He didn't have much time to arrive in front of a shop.

Inside, the loud noises of noisy jingles were connected into a circle.

"Rolak, you're out to play again." As soon as he arrived at the door, he slapped him. Suddenly, Luolaik, who had already had bruised nose and swollen eyes, had five more handprints: "You useless guy, it would be great if you had half of your brother."

The person who took action was Lao Weier, who was working hard in the blacksmith shop. He was busy and hard. When he saw the youngest son come back, he burst into an unknown fire and slapped him with a slap.

Romon saw keenly that he was also working hard, and the stout eldest son Misone Truffle, who was almost the same model as Old Weir, showed a satisfied smile.

After waiting for a while, the old blacksmith saw Romon and immediately smiled again: "Ah, it's little Romon, come in and sit down."

Romon touched his head and immediately found the impression that the old blacksmith slapped his body in the face in his previous memory.

But now, the old blacksmith is full of enthusiasm and even a hint of flattery.

"Uncle Vir, I want to learn some martial arts from Captain Richard, and I want to play an iron sword. Well, this is the model size. He said, if I want to learn sword from him, I must build one. The ones in the Temple Army are not suitable for me." Romon said with a smile.

It is indeed not suitable for Druid to use metal armor, because metal armor can weaken Druid's sense of nature, but weapons, gods, things that are not metal but are comparable to metal or even harder are rare magic items. Not many ordinary Druids can possess. If Druid cannot hold metal weapons, it is better to hang them directly.

Take a wooden stick to the battlefield?

There is no such joke in the world, and fortunately, Druid in this world is not like this.

"Ah, it's Captain Richard's meaning? Don't worry, I, Old Will, will definitely fight with my heart. I wonder how many days you will take?"

"Uncle Vir, how many days do you think it will take?"

"Well, this is a thin sword, it's not long, let me take a look first."

Romon nodded and gave the drawings to the old blacksmith. In fact, this is the long sword of the original world, memory. He once collected famous swords in his previous life, so he is very familiar with size and manufacturing. After a little modification, compared with the long sword sword in this world, it naturally looks very much like a thin sword. Then, I walked around to observe the blacksmith shop.

Although I have seen it countless times before, it is the first time I have looked at it from a mature and customer perspective. After a few minutes, although I am not magical about weapons and creation, I have appreciated and collected many famous swords and swords. I have to admit that neither agricultural tools nor weapons are just flashy, but practical weapons.

Not to mention the farm tools, with appreciation, we can also know that the sword placed in the store is definitely not a decoration. The tough and elastic sword body and the sharp and chilled blade all prove that it is indeed a killing weapon.

Of course, Romon also knew very well that this long sword would not be a high-quality product, nor would it be a magic weapon. However, for him, a weapon of this level is already very good now.

After reading the drawings, the old blacksmith said in surprise: "This sword is very good. Could it be that Captain Richard drew it for you?"

This time Romon just smiled, and he didn't say anything more.

But this attitude immediately made the old blacksmith even more suspicious. He didn't know Romon's current status, so he became more careful and attentive: "No problem, three days, Uncle Vir will help you out in three days."

"What's the price?"

Hearing this, Old Weir thought for a moment, hesitated, and said with a smile: "It's nothing, just give thirty silver coins."

This is indeed a discount price, almost a little profitable at the cost price. Romon smiled and agreed immediately, but when the money was received, Old Weir had no objection to this point. He knew that Romon had become a druid and had no money now!

He didn't go out immediately, and a large stove was placed in the middle of the house. He thought for a while and said, "I need a knife to deal with prey and use it as a rough processing such as skinning."

Romon said, looking around and asked again, "Does Uncle Vir need firewood?"

After a moment of pause, he corrected the wording: "I mean, uncle, do you need to buy the wood you need to make a fire?"

"Well, how about this knife? I'll give you 3 silver coins." Blacksmithville heard this, took out a few finished products, took out a recommendation and said.

"As for firewood, my son usually picks it up." He said: "However, picking it up is not enough, and it is also collected from the outside world. 10 bundles of firewood and 1 silver coin!"

Romon looked at the knife, which was iron and sharp. He paid the money and accepted the knife.

The price of firewood made him frown, and there seemed to be no profit. Romon felt that he could gain something if he used space to transport firewood from the woods. After all, ordinary people's physical strength was ultimately limited, and using space could make the transportation of firewood into a bulk transaction. Even if the profit was meager, it would be good to accumulate.

But when I thought about it, I felt that it was meaningless. This would make people with discerning eyes suddenly notice his strangeness, which would cause a series of trouble. What's more, Romon didn't know whether using plants like this would bring some adverse consequences. After all, he still wanted to be a qualified druid.

The cost of cutting and transporting timber is low and the benefits are low, but because of Romon's special circumstances, the risk of his employment is too high for him.

Now that Romon is in the town, he is free. As he walks, he silently thinks: "The most important thing now is to get a piece of land first, build a wooden house and open a medicinal field. Although I heard that according to the habit, the lord will reward some things, but most of them have to pay for it themselves. The most important thing now is to get a batch of money."

When they arrived at the temple, the two masters of the temple, O, were the servants of God, and Pastor Tenes and Miss Aline were waiting for him inside, and Romon hurriedly bowed to them.

"Oh, Romon, you did a good job. I am very happy to hear that you were promoted to a druid apprentice." Miss Alini said happily, "I will tell my father and let my father reward you."

"Miss Alinie, this is my honor," said Romon.

"Yes, Romon, then do you have any plans?" Pastor Tenes looked at it and said.

"Yes, Lord Tenness." Romon replied respectfully: "I want to learn the knowledge of herbs from Anson Pharmacist."

"Well, it will be very hard to manage herbs..." Pastor Tenness said hesitantly.

Although the Medicine Garden is within the scope of the temple, it does not belong to the temple. It is divided into two parts with Ansen. Now there is one more, of course he doesn't want to.

Romon bowed and said, "Pastor Tenness, I am not afraid of hard work, and, I just want to learn from Mr. Anson, and I will live outside in the future. Of course, if necessary, I am very willing to serve the goddess and the church."

"Then, from tomorrow, you can come to the temple, learn from Anson, and have the right to read the temple's library." Since it was not a share, feeling Miss Alini's gaze, Pastor Tenness hesitated for a moment and finally said this.

"Yes, Lord Pastor, thank you very much." Romon said with joy in his heart and bowed, "Then I will take my leave."

"Wait, Romon, you have become a druid. You must need money. This is what I give you." Miss Alini took out a small bag and threw it to him.

Romon bowed deeply again, took the pouch and retreated.

When he got outside, he opened his small bag and saw that there were twenty silver coins inside. Now, the money for buying a sword was more than enough. I remembered that it took Romon two years to accumulate a silver coin, and now he had such a lot of money at once. This made him sigh at the different results of his different identity and strength.
Chapter completed!