Master Gaspar stared at Given, waiting for his answer.

As the vice-president of the Kingdom Blacksmiths and Hedrons' Guild, Master Gaspar is over 800 years old, and the famous works he has completed in his hands are enough to fill an entire furnace of flames.

He knew better than anyone what cold iron was for. This rare and hard metal can only be used on crystal disks or magic items. Although the middle-aged man in front of him may have enough financial resources to buy cold iron, it is impossible for him to turn these cold iron into crystal disks or magic items.

No one buys cold iron for the sake of collecting, he either gives it to those who can process it, or he sells it to those who need it and dare not show it.

If he hadn't entrusted the cold iron to Master Niels, he would have to leave it to the craftsmen of the underground workshops.

Whether it is the underground black workshop that makes crystal disks, or those criminals who want to equip crystal disks privately, they are all objects of great interest to the sheriffs.

Although the copperbeard man saved Master Niels, he put himself in a dilemma.

More than one person around heard the meaning of the master's words. The sheriff from the Freddy family, with a few guards, squeezed behind the patriarch Theresia. He was ready to put the copperbearded gentleman in prison on the charge of colluding with criminals

Theresia looked at Master Gaspar with gratitude, and she finally realized that Master Gaspar was called a master and could obtain the position of vice president of the guild of trades not only because of his skill.

Knowing the pitfall in this question, Givens looked around and then at the old man in front of him, who was revered as Master Gaspar.

The eyes of the two men intertwined for an instant.

Although the old Master Gaspar had gray hair, a bloated body, and a look of invigoration, his gaze was not at all cloudy as that of old men, but as sharp as that of a young man.

In Given's eyes, that Master Gaspar was like a cunning old fox who had inadvertently prepared a trap for himself.

Now, he had to come up with a convincing reason for buying the cold iron.

Givens were a little glad, fortunately he had figured this out before he walked into this room, and he had prepared a reason to buy the cold iron, otherwise he would not have been able to fool the Gaspar master again.

Ji Wen smiled and said calmly: "That's right, just now I said that collecting cold iron was just a casual joke. ”

The hall of the Flame Forge fell silent for a moment, and everyone stared at Jivin, waiting for his next word.

"Actually, I wanted to make a souvenir for myself with cold iron. ”

As soon as Jiwen's words came out, it was like a pebble thrown into the quiet water. Immediately there was a whisper from the surrounding crowd. Everyone present thought that this guy must have gone crazy, and in the face of the master's questioning, he panicked and said such a thing without common sense.

The most excited was Master Gaspar, who unceremoniously retorted: "Ridiculous, it's just nonsense." ”

Cold iron is not the kind of metal that is easy to process, and crystal plate masters have to put a lot of effort and effort into bending those slender cold iron wires into a design shape and then making them into crystal plates. And it is simply impossible to directly create props with cold iron.

"This kind of lying guy should be caught, he must have something to do with the criminals in the city. ”

Theresia saw that Master Gaspar was also dissatisfied, and immediately took the opportunity to fan the flames. And the sheriff was on the move.

Jiwen looked at the expressions of the people around him, did not flinch, he met the eyes of those waiting to see the joke, cleared his throat, and responded loudly: "If you don't believe it, then I'll show you now!"

This crazy-sounding sentence shocked everyone around them, and the hall fell silent for a moment.

Master Gaspar snorted, although he didn't believe the middle-aged man's words, but since he wanted to make a fool of himself in public for the sake of face, he was also happy to see the joke.

And Master Niels looked at Givin worriedly, as a craftsman, he certainly knew the difficulty of processing cold iron. Performing in public to process cold iron and make it into a souvenir is simply beyond the scope of madness.

"Given, you're not kidding. In the psychic message, Adelia asked anxiously. Although she didn't know how difficult it was to process cold iron, she could guess from Master Niels' expression that it was a very difficult thing.

"It's okay, just wait and see. ”

Givens comforted Adella. In the last operation to modify his crystal disk, he had already dealt with Cold Iron once, and it was successful. Although he was not yet familiar with the properties of cold iron, he knew that he would be able to tame this special metal in front of the iron felt.

With a bamboo in his chest, Givens took two steps forward and made his request to Master Gaspar and Theresia.

"Please give me back my cold iron, and I'd like to borrow the workshop here. ”

Master Gaspar looked at Givin's calm appearance, waved his hand at Master Niels, and commanded, "Niels, meet him, I want to see what he can make out of cold iron." ”

Soon Jivin was in the furnace of the flame, ready to begin working on the cold iron.

In order to prevent the characteristics of his spirit body from being revealed, he used confidentiality and security concerns as an excuse to drive all the spectators who watched the processing of cold iron more than ten meters away. It wasn't until he made sure that there was no one around him that Givens picked up his tools and counted the materials he needed.

Master Gaspar stood aside, watching Given's movements from afar. The master realized that his judgment had been slightly wrong, and the posture and movement of Given's use of the tool showed that he was definitely not a layman. But even so, Master Gaspar didn't think he could do what he said he would.

After all, processing cold iron is not something that anyone can do alone.

After preparing everything, Givens glanced up at the audience opposite. Not many people were allowed to watch it up close, and everyone except Adelia looked at Givens with distrust, hoping that he would make a fool of himself in his performance or even cause an accident.

Ignoring the distractions, Govin buried himself on the workbench instead, placing the shards of cold iron on the furnace to heat and melt them, then causing the molten iron to form a new long shape.

Jiwen stared at the cold iron bar, which was still hot and not yet completely cooled, and carefully conceived the sequence of processing steps.

After looking at it for a full moment, Givens finally picked up the pliers and moved the cold iron bar to the iron felt, and then raised the hammer in his right hand high.

For Given's now, forging has become instinct. He doesn't need to think about the coordination and movement of his hands and body. With the memory that had melted into his body, he raised the hammer in his hand, cut a beautiful arc, and slammed it down.

"Dang!"

The hammer and the cold iron collided with each other with a loud noise, followed by a rhythmic thud in front of the felt.

Master Gaspar also heard the knocking sound, which caused the old man to clench his fists involuntarily, and his body began to tremble.

This powerful percussion sound came in waves, piercing through Master Gaspar's whole body from top to bottom.

"It's, it's too strong. ”

Master Gaspar muttered to himself, his expression slightly out of shape. As an old blacksmith who had spent hundreds of years on a blacksmith's hammer, he was impressed by the sound of Givan knocking.