This set of anvils and tools are made with dwarf craftsmanship and have extremely practical functions and high cost performance. Therefore, the two matching seal carving knives naturally have outstanding performance.
After looking at it carefully for a while, Art discovered that these two seal-cutting knives could be used at both ends. One end was a flat and short blade like a utility knife on Earth, and the tip of the knife was wrapped with a layer of black material.
The other end looks like a sharpened pencil. I thought it was covered with a pen cap so I didn't see it. It also has a layer of black.
Well, although it looks more like a pencil, it does have an extremely sharp and pointed blade, and it can carve very easily on the red sword blade.
Art planned to carve a beautiful rose with complex patterns on the blade. It would be best to open up both sides to create an effect similar to window grilles. In this case, once the dagger penetrates the body, the rose pattern as a bloodletting groove will be
Dyeing it red, it transformed from a dignified handicraft into a coquettish murder weapon in an instant!
Of course, this is just Art's imagination. After all, when every craftsman makes a work that he loves, he will always think of the most gorgeous highlight moment, so as to advance his sense of accomplishment.
, and further embody his imagination and imprint it on his own works.
So intoxicated in his imagination, Art relied on the protection of the shield and started carving directly. Originally, he should have drawn the pattern on the drawing paper, outlined a reasonable shape, and then copied it onto the sword.
, which can not only ensure rationality, but also increase accuracy.
But the excited Art had enough confidence to rely on his memory and imagination to directly engrave the pattern in his mind on the blade.
With a rush of energy, it didn't take long, and even before the red temperature on the blade faded away, Art successfully carved out the pattern of roses, and even added many shallow, thorny vine-like textures, starting from the blade.
The rose has spread to the guard and the hilt of the knife.
As soon as he finished carving the last details, Art didn't care what the limit of the shield was, he picked up the blade and put it into the water jug prepared at the side.
"Ah! So hot!"
And as a sound like shattering glass was heard, along with the crackling sound of a crock pot exploding, Art suddenly felt his hands burning, and he instinctively let go and screamed!
"What?! What happened?!" Ravens, who was dozing in a daze at the side, was also startled by Art's scream. He looked around, but only saw hot water scattered on the floor and broken tiles.
jar, and Art who sat on the ground.
"Nothing, nothing." It was also because of this stimulation that Art finally broke out of the immersion state. Although he remembered what happened, he still looked at everything in front of him blankly, as the person before him was not him.
This situation often happened when Art was still on Earth. As long as he needed to concentrate on something he was interested in, he would fall into such a semi-crazy state. All his thoughts would only be related to the purpose, especially
At the end of the day, it is very likely that you will not consider the process and just do it as quickly as possible.
But...at that time, he was not as brainless as he is now, and he could be said to be completely crazy! In two days, he only ate two pieces of bread, and he did not sleep until he was completely exhausted.
I started working immediately, and I still had to concentrate on what I was doing, which was quite energy-consuming!
This is not a sudden death, maybe this is the super power I gained after traveling through time.
And when Art was thinking this, his body lost strength again. He slapped himself, turned his back to the sky, and instantly lost consciousness...
And when Art woke up again, it happened to be the time when the sun was shining directly on the roof. In this place, this kind of thing only happens in the morning.
When Art opened his eyes, apart from the dazzling light, he saw a familiar white half of his face.
"Are you awake?" Ravens was sitting on the edge of Art's bed, looking at him with interest, and said: "It seems that you only act like a child when you are sleeping, haha, and you can also say
Talking in sleep, although I can’t understand what is being said.”
"..."
Art stood up speechlessly and found that there was a plate of white bread and a small bowl of stew on the bed on the other side of him. Seeing these, Art's stomach rumbled in response.
"Eat when you are hungry, it was originally prepared for you." Ravens showed that he had the same plate of food next to him, but the bread and stew were almost gone.
"Thank you." Art was a little ashamed. He obviously wanted to compensate Ravens by forging a long dagger for him, but he didn't expect that he would owe him another favor in the end.
But the long dagger...
"By the way Ravens, where's my long dagger?" Art looked around the room and found that the traces of that time had been cleaned up long ago, and the anvil and tools were closed and put together, telling himself that all this was not the case.
It's not a dream, it's the pile of broken rubble at the door.
"Long dagger? It turns out that this kind of sword is called a long dagger. It's a strange name." After sighing, Ravens took something wrapped in cloth from the table nearby and handed it to Art.
"It's quite sharp. Although it's not as good as the blue steel dagger I gave you before, it's much better than ordinary iron." Ravens seemed to have done some testing on this long dagger and said: "And,
Where did you learn your forging skills?"
As he said this, Art happened to open the fabric bag in front of him.
An extremely exquisite milk-white dagger carved with transparent rose patterns was exposed in the sunlight, and the dagger was coated with a layer of gold.
"It's so beautiful." Art himself couldn't help but sigh. Although it was made by his own hands, whenever he recalled that memory, he always had a strange feeling and it didn't seem very real.
"It's impossible. Are you really a... um... halfling with dwarven blood?" Ravens thought about it for a while and finally named a race that was not too insulting.
"Give it to you." Art didn't want to answer the question, so he simply threw the dagger to Ravens and said, "This is a gift in return. It's up to you whether you want to keep it or sell it."
"Send it to me?" Ravens seemed a little surprised. He caught the dagger thrown by Art, glanced at Art strangely, and then started to look at the dagger again. Suddenly he felt that the weight of this light dagger was suddenly heavy.
Got up.
"Okay, I will make good use of it." Ravens shook his head and said, "Maybe I will also find a chance to try to enchant it."
"It's up to you." Art stretched and started breakfast in a comfortable mood.