Lin Yifei spent the entire afternoon hammering, but no weapons were produced, and the pig iron in the blacksmith shop was missing a large basket. Master Wang, on the other hand, did not hammer, and he kept practicing all afternoon.
Lin Yifei taught him the set of movements, and he wanted to figure out how to integrate these movements into blacksmithing.
Lin Yifei didn't point it out. After all, everyone has their own methods. If Master Wang does it this way, he might actually develop a blacksmithing technique.
"That's it for today, I'll come again tomorrow." Lin Yifei casually threw the piece of today's blacksmith's product, the fist-sized fourth-grade fine iron, into the basket, informed Master Wang, and left the blacksmith shop.
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Now that you can freely control your game time, the ten hours of main world time consumption can be adjusted accordingly. Five hours before the end of the first day, and another five hours at the beginning of the second day, which does not add up.
More or less, exactly ten hours.
In this case, he could still sleep for a while the next morning. After all, Lin Yifei was still a human being and he still needed a certain amount of sleep. When he got up around six o'clock, it would be considered a normal schedule.
Going to "go to bed" at seven o'clock in the evening seems a bit early. At this point, the nightlife is about to begin.
But tonight, there is no need for Lin Yifei to go to bed so early. After all, even if he goes to bed early, he will not be able to enter the DNF world because today's game time has been used up.
So after he returned to the Flaming Red Lips, he sat alone in a small corner, eating and drinking ale, and listening to the chatter and laughter of the drinkers, which was quite comfortable.
"This kind of life is actually pretty good."
As he spoke, Uncle Qian sat down opposite Lin Yifei, picked up the jug and poured himself a glass of ale.
"Uncle Qian." Lin Yifei greeted with a smile and pushed the plate of beef over.
Chamberlain waved his hand, picked up the wine glass and took a sip, indicating that he would just drink some ale.
"Your blacksmithing skills should be higher than those of Master Wang from the blacksmith shop." The two exchanged some pleasantries, and then Uncle Qian changed the topic to the main topic.
Lin Yifei shook his head, nodded again, and said: "In terms of blacksmithing moves alone, I am indeed better than Master Wang. After all, my master taught me the blast style. But when it comes to making weapons,
I can only make kitchen knives, so it’s obvious which one is better.”
Regarding Qian Bo, Lin Yifei did not hide the fact that he could only make kitchen knives. After all, he had promised to help the young lady, Shu Liya, resurrect the Aisinoth swords, so there was nothing wrong with hiding his forging skills.
significance.
"Chop knife?! You said you only know how to make kitchen knives?" Uncle Qian's expression that had never changed for thousands of years finally showed a hint of surprise. He had previously thought that Lin Yifei made that kitchen knife to tease Master Wang, but now it seems that he
It's a last resort.
Lin Yifei nodded helplessly. In fact, he also wanted to build other things, but Linus only taught him how to make kitchen knives. He also tried to make the iron embryo into what he wanted according to his own ideas, but it was
Unfortunately, he found that there was no way he could do this.
"Oh, your master is really weird. He taught you such a powerful blacksmithing skill, but he only taught you how to make kitchen knives..." Uncle Qian sighed with emotion, and then said: "Then what are your plans in the future?"
Lin Yifei naturally knew what Uncle Qian was referring to, so he replied: "I can only figure out how to make other things by myself. I have been studying this in the blacksmith shop for the past two days."
This explanation is naturally perfunctory. Lin Yifei had actually planned to go to Linus to ask about it, but he couldn't find the spinel. He was too embarrassed to go to Linus. In addition, Luo Lianna's episode,
This only took a day.
"By the way, Uncle Qian." Lin Yifei suddenly thought of something and said, "I heard Master Wang say before that you also have a weapon that needs repairing. Can you show it to me?"
When Uncle Qian heard this, he smiled bitterly, then slowly stood up and walked towards the backyard. The slowly walking back gave Lin Yifei a feeling of loneliness. It seemed that this weapon was actually very important to Uncle Qian.
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After a while, Uncle Qian came back with a sword box and carefully placed the sword box in front of Lin Yifei.
Upon seeing this, Lin Yifei slowly and solemnly opened the sword case. As expected, the sharp cold light did not come out as expected. When he looked closely, he saw that it was an ancient heavy sword.
A heavy sword has no edge, and a heavy sword has no skill.
However, this heavy sword does not feel heavy, but has a strong sense of vicissitudes. Although the sword body is very well maintained, it seems to be about to weather. But even so, anyone can
Everyone can also see that this sword is no small matter.
"This sword is called 'Destiny'. It has been with me for more than forty years and has killed countless enemies. During the last battle between humans and demons, it unfortunately fell into dust and will never regain its former glory." Qian Bo explained quietly.
, his tone was full of helplessness.
Lin Yifei had an intuitive impression of this [Destiny] in his heart. He stretched out his hand to rub the blade of [Destiny], and had an understanding of the communication between man and sword.
Uncle Qian didn't bother Lin Yifei and just sat quietly, waiting for Lin Yifei's conclusion.
After a long time, Lin Yifei slowly put [Destiny] back into the sword box, gently closed the lid, and said firmly: "Uncle Qian, I will do my best with this sword."
"Take your time, don't be in a hurry. After so many years, don't be in a hurry for just a few days." As Uncle Qian said this, a fire of hope ignited in his heart. He could see that Lin Yifei was very interested in repairing it.
His confidence in this sword is much greater than his confidence in repairing the swords of Azzinoth before.
In fact, this is just a misunderstanding. When Lin Yifei said that he wanted to repair Azzinoth, he had not yet seen the majestic and domineering appearance of Jisard, so he was still a little unsure about whether he could repair the artifact-level weapon.
.But now that I have seen the terrifying strength of Gisard, from here to there, the blacksmith Linus's forging skills will naturally not be much worse. Isn't it just to repair an artifact, or to make a new one?
It's not impossible.
"I believe that this day will not be too far away." Lin Yifei thought and made a promise.
Uncle Qian also squinted his eyes and said, "I also hope that day will not be too far away."
Then the two of them had nothing to talk about. They both sat there quietly drinking ale, watching more and more people in the tavern, and listening to what they were talking about.
Suddenly, a rough voice sounded: "Lady boss, I heard that you gave away three glasses of flaming red lips recently?"
The word "send" was particularly emphasized in the words. It was obvious that the visitor was dissatisfied with the act of sending wine.
Uncle Qian frowned, but had no other reaction. He still sat there quietly drinking.
Lin Yifei looked over curiously and saw a strong man at the bar, wielding a large golden-backed machete, questioning Shu Liya loudly.
When such a situation happened, the drinkers in the tavern seemed to be unaware of it and continued to eat their own food and discuss the previous topics. Only if you look closely can you find that the attention of these drinkers was still secretly
Put it over there at the bar.
But such a normal behavior is so abnormal at this time. When Lin Yifei and the others were given drinks by their boss, everyone gathered around them.
Seemingly seeing Lin Yifei's doubts, Qian Bo explained calmly: "That person is Solka, the eldest prince of the Kingdom of Soraza. He has always wanted to ask for a cup of Flaming Red Lips, but the lady has never given it to him.
That’s all.”
"oh."
Lin Yifei nodded as if he understood. The Kingdom of Sauraza is located in the north of the Principality of Enzes, just across the Forest of Death. Over the years, someone has opened a relatively safe passage between the two countries.
, so it is completely normal for Solka to appear here.
Lin Yifei, who knew Shu Liya's identity, would naturally not worry about Shu Liya's safety.
You know, the demon hunting family is one of the largest families in the entire Arad continent, and Shu Liya is the daughter of the current head of the demon hunting family. Even in terms of status alone, she will not lose to Soraza.
Sorka, the prince of the kingdom.
What's more, even if Shu Liya's strength is still at the level of the war between humans and demons a few years ago, she has already reached the eighth level of terrifying cultivation, so she is naturally not afraid of Solka.
But just because Shu Liya didn't look down on Solka, it didn't mean that the drinkers weren't afraid either. So even though they knew that the landlady's origin was mysterious and that there was a Qian Bo with unfathomable cultivation, they still didn't choose to join in the fun at this time.
, after all, the identity gap between them and Solka is still a huge gap.
So everyone unanimously prayed for Solka secretly in their hearts, hoping that he would not be repaired too badly later.
"Who I give wine to is my own pleasure, do you care?" Shu Liya looked at Solka with disdain, said a few words, turned around and took a bottle of wine, walked out of the bar Yingying, handed it to
Got the guy who asked for a drink earlier.
"Of course I don't mind who you give your flaming red lips to, but you broke your own rules and I won't accept it." Solka said angrily: "People who always want to drink, not only want to win yours."
Yes, you still have to pay a large sum of money, but this time, you actually gave it to someone else, and you gave it three cups!"
When Shu Liya heard this, she laughed so hard that her branches trembled, as if she had heard the most ridiculous joke in the world.
"Why are you laughing?!" Solka asked: "If you don't explain clearly, or give me a drink, then I will never be done with you!"
