While thinking, there was a creak and the wooden door was opened from the inside. Heisenmeier immediately rushed to the door and said to the child who opened the door in a normal and kind manner:
"Hey, Ruel, is Master taking a rest now? I brought a good thing to Master today, please let me go in first."
The person who opened the door was a little fat man with dark skin. He glanced at Hessenmeier, then at Ling Fei, and then said naively:
"Grandpa Hai, why are you here again? Hey, there is an extra visitor today."
Hearing the fat man's words, Heisenmeier froze and said immediately:
"Hey, Grandpa Hai, didn't you just come here to prepare this material for Master? How can you say so many words?"
The little fat man touched it until he giggled and said:
"Hey, Grandpa Hai, you know, I just have a lot of strength, can blacksmith, and can't speak. Don't be angry, but Master, I told you that I don't want to see guests today."
Having said this, the little fat man nodded apologetically to Ling Fei. It was obvious that he was going to see off the guests. However, the little fat man's eyes were suddenly attracted by the black iron giant sword behind Ling Fei.
.
Subconsciously, he walked up to Ling Fei and asked:
"Big brother, can you let me see your weapons?"
Ling Fei was a little confused. His sword was actually very ordinary, and its shape was not outstanding. There was nothing attractive at all. Others could judge his strength by recognizing the giant sword because of the weight of the weapon, but the look in the little fat man's eyes
Obviously with surprise.
Although he didn't know why, Ling Fei still didn't intend to refuse the other party. After all, it was the apprentice of the forging master, so he kindly reminded:
"My sword is very heavy. If you want to see it, I can put it on the ground."
The little fat man nodded and hummed, but Heisenmeier, who was standing next to him, seemed to have thought of something and froze in place as if he had been struck by lightning, and his face turned a little ugly.
The little fat man Luer circled around the black iron giant sword a few times. Suddenly he grabbed the hilt of the sword with both hands and shouted loudly.
What shocked Ling Fei a little was that the honest little fat man Luer actually raised the black iron giant sword. The young man's eyes lit up and he giggled.
After a moment, he reluctantly handed over the giant sword and said to Ling Fei:
"Brother, thank you. In fact, this sword was one of the conditions for the teacher to recruit students. I was selected by the teacher because I raised this sword."
Speaking of this, little fat Ruhr scratched his head strangely and said:
"But, it's strange. I remember that I never saw this sword again after I passed the selection. How did it end up in your hands today, big brother?"
Ling Fei glanced at Hessenmeier suspiciously. When he saw the old man's face as pale as paper, he immediately understood. He smiled at Ruhr and said:
"Oh, I found this in the warehouse of a certain store. It had a lot of dust at the time."
Ling Fei was not lying when he said this. Although he said he was covering up the past for Hessenmeier, he did get the sword like garbage at the store.
Besides, this black iron giant sword was so famous in the mercenary union. He didn't believe that the master was not aware of it. The only explanation was that people didn't take this sword seriously at all, so this evil man, no.
Just do it.
Taking the black iron giant sword, Ling Fei flicked his wrist, flipped his palm, and inserted the black iron giant sword into the scabbard behind his back with one hand. His movements were smooth and elegant, and Ruer's eyes couldn't help but light up.
Hansenmier also saw Ling Fei's movements in his eyes, and suddenly remembered the difficulty Ling Fei had shown in the underground store. It had only been a few days, and it was absolutely impossible to change so much. For such a simple reason, he
How could such a shrewd guy not understand? His hostility towards Ling Fei suddenly became less.
Rule clapped his hands and shouted:
"Brother, you are very capable. Brother, please wait a moment. I will go in and report to the teacher. Maybe the master will make an exception to see you."
Ling Fei smiled slightly, thanked him, then stood aside and stopped talking.
Hesenmir came over awkwardly and said to Ling Fei:
"I said, little brother, you...you are a real person and don't show your face. Old man, I made a mistake."
Ling Fei didn't take any airs, nodded and said:
"What happened last time was because of my sister's fault. Mr. Hansenmeier needs to be more careful."
The old man said awkwardly:
"Ahem, actually, my master threw this sword at the door. Seeing that no one wanted it, I found a few people to help me move it back. I didn't steal it."
Ling Fei said nonchalantly:
"Don't worry, Mr. Heisenmeier, I won't talk nonsense."
The old man felt relieved.
After a while, the little fat man Luer came out in a hurry, smiled and said to Ling Fei:
"Big brother, the teacher said he wants to see you."
Ruhr looked at Hessenmire next to Ling Fei again, and said hesitantly:
"Grandpa Hai, the teacher said, if you have anything, just give it to me. I won't see you today."
Heisenmeier was a little embarrassed. He handed the package in his hand to the little fat man, and then told his master to see it for himself, and then reluctantly disappeared into the buildings.
As soon as he entered the door, Ling Fei saw a shirtless, muscular man leaning back on a chair and resting with his eyes closed.
Ruer walked to the man's side holding the package and said carefully:
"Master, big brother, I brought it. This is the material Grandpa Hai brought for you."
The man then opened his eyes, sat up, hummed, and sent Ruel to pour some water, while he looked at Ling Fei with interest.
Ling Fei also stared at the man in front of him curiously. Well, to be precise, this should be a middle-aged man with a resolute face, as sharp as a knife and an ax, a tall nose, thick lips, and
He has a curly beard and a brown mane draped casually on his shoulders, making him look unrestrained and unrestrained.
This was completely different from the appearance of the forging master in Lingfei's imagination. Lingfei laughed to himself. He was still misled by the old man Hessenmeier's words about master. Who said that the forging master must be an old man?
"Sit down!"
The man pointed to the bench next to him, and his rich voice sounded very steady.
Ling Fei sat down as he was told, but he seemed a little embarrassed. He seemed to be unable to find a suitable topic for a while. It could bring the distance between them closer. He couldn't just say, Master, I want to build a weapon.
The big man with beard looked at Ling Fei and suddenly said:
"I heard that you want me to build a weapon?"
Ling Fei was stunned. He didn't expect this master to be so direct. He went straight to the topic without introducing each other's names.
