Feline was carefully dyeing my hair with a wooden comb, while Kelly was playing with two pieces of blue crystal. Jack and Geert were loading game into my suitcase.
"Boss, take this with you too." Jack put a money bag in.
"Didn't you save it for a long time?" I asked him.
"It's okay, I just saved it for use anyway..."
"Well, I'll just get enough for you. You can keep the rest."
"Don't talk, or I'll get it on your face..." Feilin will definitely be a good wife in the future, haha.
After explaining a lot of words, especially after asking everyone to practice hard, I was kicked out by two teachers. Pulling on the hood of the mage's robe, I embarked on the journey...
Along the way, I dressed up as a trainee magician who was traveling around to gain knowledge. I added crystals to hide my black eyes and dyed my hair, so I didn’t encounter any trouble. Except for my swollen legs and dented money bag,
Everything is normal.
Stepping on the green grass, with the annoying scorching sun above my head, and feeling the refreshing breeze brought by my beloved, I arrived at the place where the dwarves live.
This is a large valley close to a dark forest, with dwarf villages dotted in the valley. At noon, the rising smoke keeps irritating my stomach, reminding me that it’s time to eat something.
"Boss... boss?" Wadi's eyes widened and he swallowed hard, "How did you get here?"
"Come here." I took the food in front of him and sat down to devour it. "How are you doing?"
"It's okay." Wadi handed over a glass of water, "Are you alone? Why did you dye your hair?"
While I was eating, I told Wa what happened in the past year. Of course, there was also the purpose of my coming here.
"We dwarves have the best weapons!" Wadi patted his chest, "I will definitely find you a suitable weapon!"
"Don't be complacent yet." I drank a large glass of water, "The boss's request is very special. Burp!"
"Haha, the way you eat has not changed at all." Wadi laughed and patted my back with his hand, "I will take you to find the best casting master in our clan later!"
Wadi and I walked side by side by a lake deep in the valley. In front of us was a house built against the lake, where the swordsmith worked. Along the way, dwarves greeted Wadi cordially.
"By the way, Wadi." I asked him, "Are you dwarves all very bad-tempered?"
"This is a misunderstanding." Wadi looked at me. We haven't seen each other for a while. His body has become much stronger, but he has not grown taller. "We dwarves see things very directly. For us, right is right and wrong is right."
It’s just wrong, there is no third possibility. Everything is based on the manifestation of the thing itself, and we don’t pursue abstract things. Instead of arguing, it’s better to just have a fight and save time for other things.”
"Not bad, I've been back for a year," I said with a smile, "I've learned so many things."
Walking into the largest room in the middle, Wadi began to show me various weapons.
I was choosing from a dazzling array of weapons and was very disappointed.
"It's either too heavy and too long, or too short and too light..." I said to Wa with a wry smile, "Take me to see your casting master!"
"Okay, let's go from here."
As soon as he entered the door, a hot and humid smell hit his face. Amidst the clanging sound of knocking, Wadi shouted to a shirtless dwarf.
"Master." Wadi pointed at me, "This is my boss. He has something to do with you."
The hammer in the master's hand continued to strike repeatedly, and he didn't even look back at me.
"What's the matter? Tell me!"
I walked over and saw the sweat on his head flowing down his dark and spotted face, and around his strong muscles... He was indeed a very pure dwarf.
"I can think of a weapon," I said.
"There are many out there." He still didn't look at me, "You can choose whatever you want."
"I said." I raised my voice, "I want to get a weapon!"
"There's one outside!"
"Those shouldn't be called weapons, they should be called tools."
With a "dang" sound, the master dropped the hammer in his hand, raised his head and looked at me and said, "Let's go out and talk!"
As soon as I walked out of the door, the master suddenly turned around and punched me!
Although I also want to live in peace with him, the current situation does not allow me to do so. Just look at his muscles and you will know that being beaten is not very fun. And it seems that Wadi has no intention of stopping the master.
"That's enough!" This was the seventh time that the master was thrown to the ground by me. My height and weird martial arts to him gave me an advantage. "You won't win if you keep going!"
Probably thinking of this result, the master did not pounce on me again.
"Say! Say!" The master began to breathe heavily, "How can those be tools!"
"So this is what you are talking about!" I found a place to sit down, "I thought it was your special way of entertaining guests."
"Speak clearly to me!"
"Okay, no problem." I said to him, "What is a weapon? A weapon is something that should maximize the user's ability."
“Just the ones outside are fine!”
"It's okay for others, but not for me. For me, those outside you can only increase my lethality to a certain level, which is far from the maximum level."
"What do you want?"
"I would like to ask you to build a weapon suitable for me! Of course, it may not be a rare style for you."
"As long as you can think of it, I can do it!" the master said bitterly, "but if you want to use those messy things to scare me, you have found the wrong person!"
"How could it be?" I leaned down, picked up a branch and started drawing on the ground...
"The hilt of the sword is long, so it should be held with both hands... But the blade is only two inches wide... Look at the head of your sword... Hmm? With a sword head like yours... I wonder if this is a single-edged sword?
"The master's eyes followed the movement of the branches, and he expressed his opinions in his mouth.
"That's it!" I pointed to the sketch on the ground and said, "It's indeed a single forward!"
"Such a weapon? Tell me something!"
"If it's a single striker, we can thicken it on the other side. It can be used to cut with a two-handed epee without any problem. And it's very light, so it can be faster and more flexible regardless of cutting, stabbing or blocking! I can also use less strength.
.”
"What is this line?"
"Blood tank!"
"what is that?"
"Because the blade of this weapon is not very wide, the wound after piercing the enemy's body is not large. Therefore, such a blood tank is needed to speed up the enemy's blood loss. Also because of this blood tank, the user can be more
Effortlessly pull the sword out of the enemy's body..."
"What material will it be cast from?"
"It's best to use a metal with good toughness."
"Metal with good toughness?" Judging from the master's serious attitude, he has accepted my design, "I still have some black iron here, but it's not enough!"
"How many are there?" Wadi asked, "Can we add ordinary metal?"
"Come on!" the master yelled at Wadi angrily, "It's black iron! You want to tell me how to mix it into other metals!"
"Why can't they be mixed together?" Wadi was unconvinced.
"I told you that you were an idiot. The properties of the two metals are different, and the temperatures required for melting and condensation are also different. Even if they condense, the volume will change! You add it!"
"You are an expert on this." I stretched out my hand to stop Wadi and said to the master, "Can you tell me where you collected it?"
"Boss, you don't want to collect it yourself!" Watt said, "It's very difficult!"
"Stop talking nonsense and take me there!"
"That's it." Wadi knocked on a big white stone. "The black iron ore is in this kind of stone."
When I saw the dwarves working with tools around me, my heart dropped... The white stone was so hard that even if I hammered it with all my strength, I would leave a thin white dot on it.
"If this continues like this," Wadi sat down dejectedly, "I wonder if we can collect enough raw materials to make a sword in that year and month!"
A dwarf finally cracked a white stone, and several small black ores fell out.
"Is this black iron ore?" I picked up a piece and asked Wadi.
"Yes." Wadi answered me, "You still have to smelt it to get black iron!"
I walked to the white stone and looked at its cracks carefully. Suddenly, I thought of a very simple method!
"Wadi, I have a solution. I have a solution!"
Seeing the dwarves working hard to dig big pits and fill them with water, Wadi said to me, "Boss, are you sure your method will work?"
"Don't worry! It will definitely work!"
I directed the dwarves to place a big white stone on the ground, and lit a raging fire on all sides... When the white stone was almost turned red after being roasted, I asked the dwarves to push the stone down the pit. A burst of white mist-like water
The Qi rises, and the white stone breaks in response!
"Hahahaha!" Wadi looked at the pieces of black iron ore and smiled exaggeratedly, "Boss, you are really amazing!"
"Is this considered great?" I hit him on the head. "Do you still have any loftier ideals? Work quickly! As soon as the ore is enough, we will find the master!" (To be continued)