In June, the hottest weather in Port Mousse, the furnace of the workshop was pushed to 1,600 degrees by Sammy, and the heat radiation of the high temperature made it unbearable for the extraordinary, sweating like rain, and the sweat evaporated without a trace.

Jacques's bare arms and back were condensed with a layer of crystal salt frost, which was a little dazzling in the sun.

The molten steel is put into the mold, condensed, forged, heated, and forged again!

Jacques and Sami have a clear division of labor, Jacques hammers, and the more experienced Sami constantly flips the steel block, like kneading dough, the more he kneads it, the harder it becomes, and pulls it into two slender steel bars.

The temperature of the furnace needs to be further increased, 2800 degrees, a temperature that Sami cannot do, and Twenty-Three reluctantly helps the two apprentices, receiving a small piece of Mithril from Jacques as a reward.

At this temperature, the sturdy Mithril finally turns into a liquid state and enters the abrasive, forming Mithril bars.

Two steel bars clamp the Mithril bar, which is repeatedly forged, tightened, and wrapped so that the two metals become one.

Return to the furnace again to calcinate and smelt, beat while hot, sparks splash, tinkling endlessly.

Get in shape!

Hitaki!

Quench!

Choke on the edge!

Polishing!

Under the flying grinding wheel, the slender blade in Jacques's hand gradually revealed a cold light, and the Mithril sword began to take shape.

The tendons of the sword are double-bodied, and the handle of the carved sword made of seal ivory made by the ivory carver is fixed to the eye, and the gauntlet and gilt are installed.

Inserting the matching seal's tooth scabbard, the hilt of the scabbard is white and embossed with intricate patterns, and finally Jacques carefully winds the upper handle rope, and a Mithril rapier is finally made.

This is not Jacques' first work, but it is by far his most satisfying masterpiece.

Three months ago, Jacques spent 200 points and exchanged twenty catties of Mithril in the guild.

The first piece was a scimitar-bladed knife, the blade was too short and wide, and the knife became a kitchen knife, which was given to old Renault for cooking and chopping.

The second piece is a broad-bladed dagger, which Fabian used for self-defense.

The third work is a small hammer, which is not very difficult to make, but it costs materials, and Sammy laughs.

The fourth piece is two small throwing axes that are full of Mithril, given to Alyssa and Natasha.

The fifth piece is the fine Mithril dagger, the same hilt and scabbard of the sealfangs, which are now worn by Emma's waist every day.

Today's production is the sixth piece, and Jacquemo is a little fond of holding the rappier.

Twenty-three couldn't help but remind Jacques: "Go take a shower and change your clothes, I'll pick you up when I get out of the car!"

"Oh, yes!" Jacques sped away.

Not long after, a handsome young man who was in good spirits appeared in the courtyard.

Elsa helped him straighten up his still messy hairstyle, pinned a flower-shaped mythril brooch inlaid with sapphires to the chest of the suit, and inserted a silk scarf into his breast pocket, folding the exposed part into a fan shape.

"Yes, strong, and handsome, the girls at the ball will fight to dance with you. Elsa said.

Jacques hurriedly complimented: "Thank you, Master! If you go to the ball, I don't know if the girls will fight or not, but the young men will definitely get together." ”

"Flim Flam!" Twenty-three dismantled the stage on the side.

"I learned from you!" Jacques countered.

The whistle sounded at the door, and the steam cart came.

Jacques picked up the rappier, hugged the fat orange, and hurried out.

Rush into the car and take a closer look, hey, it's you again, the bearded driver.

The bearded driver frightened Jacques all the way from the artisan district to the inner city, and stopped in front of the courtyard of the Naselli branch president, where Jacques got out of the car and left.

Fortunately, the road was safe! The bearded driver breathed a sigh of relief.

It was already evening when Jacques arrived at Naselli's house, the sun was still setting, the courtyard was already lit with gas lamps, a cold table full of food and drink was piled up in the open space, four or five children were trying to try all kinds of pastries and pastries, and richly dressed men and women were scattered throughout the courtyard, chatting in groups.

It didn't seem to be late, but Jacques was relieved and walked up the steps to the door.

"Hey, Jacques, we're here!" Alyssa beckoned Jacques to the cloister at the door, and Emma and Natasha were there.

Jacques approached, and the three girls immediately noticed the rapier that Jacques was holding in his hand. Although Alysia put on her skirt, she was still heroic, and she grabbed the sword and looked at it carefully.

The sword is out of the sheath, the cold light is shining, the widest part of the blade is only two fingers, and the sword spine has a very fine groove, so that the entire sword body has multiple refractive surfaces, shaking up a sword flower, reflecting a piece of sword light. The blade is narrow and thin, and the tip of the sword is extremely sharp, allowing it to easily pierce into ordinary die-cast breastplates. The addition of Mithril makes the whole sword not only sharp and strong, but also tough, avoiding the weakness of ordinary steel spapiers that are afraid of heavy weapons. What's even more convenient is that Mithril can carry source energy, and some source energy skills are attached to the sword, which can make the tactics more diverse.

"A birthday present for Master Lily?" asked Alyssia.

Jacques said proudly: "My new work, hehe!"

"You're getting better and better, and I can't believe that two weapons are made by the same person with Fabian's ugly dagger. Alyssa said as she handed the rapier to Emma to play with.

"That's definitely getting better and better, and I'm not allowed to improve!, by the way, where is Master Lily, the protagonist of the birthday ball?" Jacques asked.

"Just saw her enter the house, you can go in and look for it. I think Mentor Lily has something on her mind. Natasha replied.

After the three girls admired the sword and put it back into its sheath, Jacques took the sword and retired to find Lily.

Not on the dance floor in the hall, not in the dining room, not in the kitchen, no longer in the reading room.

There were dozens of rooms on the third floor of Naselli's house, and Jacques couldn't open the door one by one to find them, and when he saw that he was not on the first floor, he went to the corridor on the second floor to try his luck.

However, there was no one in the corridor on the second floor, and Jacques was on the third floor.

There was still no one, Jacques was about to go downstairs, but faintly heard a familiar sound of blowing his nose, after three years of being Lily's apprentice, Jacques was no stranger to Lily's voice, and the subsequent sobbing sound confirmed that Lily was in the room at the end of the corridor.

Jacques stepped forward and knocked softly on the door, the sobbing coming to an abrupt halt.

There was no response in the room, so Jacques had to whisper, "Master Lily, it's me, Jacques." Are you in there?"

After a few seconds, Lily responded, "I'm here, I want to take a break, you go downstairs and dance." ”

Lily's voice was trying to stay normal, but Jacques heard something strange and did not walk away, but continued: "Master Lily, if it is convenient, please open the door, I have brought you a birthday present, I want to give it to you personally, I made it myself." ”

Lily was silent for a moment and said, "Are you alone?"

"Hmm"

Bang, the deadbolt was pulled open, and the door opened.

Lily dragged Jacques into the room.

Phew, the door closed again.

Jacques was pressed against the wall.

"Wow......"

Lily suddenly threw herself into Jacques's arms, crying like a child.

Jacques froze for half a minute, his hands hanging in the air lower, and finally landed on Lily's shoulders and waist.