In the blink of an eye, four moons had passed since the end of the Great Hunt. Winter turned to spring, and the ice and snow covering all parts of the royal capital melted one after another. The soft spring light is sprinkled and swayed, sending vitality to this land favored by the eagle. The civilians of the royal capital began to spontaneously gather around the Colossus of the Condor, thanking the Wind Feather Condor for their protection of the land and the people on it. The Cult of the One God also began to organize various sacrifices and prayers to show the world the kindness and fraternity of the One God, Anmeng.

Many famous bards and dancers from all over the continent followed the song and dance troupe to the royal capital, singing and dancing in the three theaters in the upper city, in the squares throughout the royal capital, and even in the open spaces of the streets and alleys, immersing this ancient city built on the mountains into a sea of lively joy.

However, all of this has nothing to do with Luo Ning, who is stuffed in the forging room. Learn the magic pattern, build equipment, engrave the magic pattern, eat and sleep. Every day of Ronin is so monotonous and fulfilling. Starting from the third pattern, he learned the pattern faster and faster, from the first ten days to five days, and from five days to three days. In the past few days, he has been able to learn a magic pattern that is far more cumbersome than a compound magic pattern every day.

Raphael saw this progress in his eyes, and couldn't help nodding secretly, feeling a lot more steady.

Early this morning, Ronin had tried the power of the equipment engraved with the magic pattern the night before, and waited early for Raphael to teach him the last magic pattern, the star casting.

However, Raphael did not immediately start writing, but handed over the dark red hammer that had shined in the Valley of the Wind Serpent: "Although the content of this star-casting pattern is not complicated, it requires extremely high strength of the blacksmith, and you can't meet the requirements for learning it. Well, let's try to see if you can handle the hammer. As long as you can hold it, I'll give it to you!"

Luo Ning saw that the appearance of this small hammer was no different from that of an ordinary iron hammer, at best it was the size of a fist, so he didn't care much. When Fanya saw him stretching out her hand, she grabbed him, stepped forward and grabbed his arm and said, "Master, have you forgotten, in the Valley of the Wind Snake, I was injured by this thing!"

Russell, who had been lying on the ground for many days, suddenly came to life: "Huh, the smell of divine power, hold that hammer quickly!"

Luo Ning was happy, and his heart said that one let me stop, and the other let me catch it, who should I listen to?

"Why, knowing that you are weak, are you afraid to run away?" Raphael deliberately provoked Ronin.

"Scared, hmph, I'm afraid that you'll pick on the door and play tricks, and your words won't count!" Luo Ning grabbed the small hammer in his heart. Seeing this, Raphael let go of his hand, Ronin exclaimed, and the arm holding the hammer fell straight down, and his body almost lost his balance. But Luo Ning was born with a stubborn temper, and after Raphael said those words, he refused to give up, and insisted on running his fighting spirit, stabilizing his body before the hammer was about to hit the ground.

"What a heavy hammer!—what the hell is this made of!" Ronin grumbled as he struggled to raise his arms before he gradually straightened up.

Raphael saw that although his face was painful, his hands were immovable and steady, and nodded in praise: "Good boy, you really didn't teach me to be disappointed!" After that, Raphael took the small hammer from Luo Ning's hand, and the spell in his mouth did not stop, and after a while, the phalaenopsis emblem at the bottom of the hammer handle suddenly shone brightly, and disappeared with a "boom".

"Take it, I taught you the spell I just recited a long time ago, you use it to carve your own emblem!"

Luo Ning took the dark red hammer and did so, and engraved the "Luo" emblem in the same position. As a result, as soon as the emblem appeared, he felt a sudden lightness in his hand, and the weight of the small hammer instantly decreased by a hundred times, becoming similar to an ordinary iron hammer. At the same time, a warm cloud of strange energy suddenly appeared in Luo Ning's chest. This energy is like a fighting spirit, but it is far milder than it, and like magic, it is far more complicated than it. It was not stable as soon as it appeared, but after Luo Ning's chest walked around, Huo Ran split and penetrated into every blood vessel and every inch of nerve in his body, and became nowhere to be found.

"What's going on, Raphael, what's your little hammer all about?"

Raphael's expression was extremely relaxed, as if this scene just now had lifted a heavy burden from his shoulders: "It's nothing, just a small gift before parting! ”

"Parting gifts, hey, this joke is not funny at all! You, where are you going, and how long will it take to be back?" Ronin was a little anxious, because Raphael, although he usually had a hippie smile, he never laughed at such a big thing.

Raphael didn't answer, walked to the bed and took out a pocket and threw it in front of Luo Ning: "This is part of the materials needed to build the White Night Sword, I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't help with this matter!" but, ......" He looked down at the dark red hammer, "Your talent is already amazing, and now with the help of this hammer, your forging ability will surpass me sooner or later!"

"Knock knock!" was the moment there was a knock on the door of the forge room. Seeing Luo Ning's solemn expression, Fanya silently went to open the door, but saw a middle-aged woman in her early forties standing outside the door, who looked still charming. Behind the woman, a majestic bald lion stood quietly under a tree, grooming its feathers with its head under its wings.

The woman was stunned for a moment when she saw that it was a beautiful woman who opened the door, and when she saw the mark on Fania's forehead, she was relieved and asked with a smile, "Does Mr. Raphael live here?"

Raphael heard the voice, laughed, pulled out a package from under the bed and carried it, looked excited, and rubbed his palms eagerly: "Leah's little baby, your little wolf dog is here!"

"That's enough!" Luo Ning suddenly shouted in a deep voice, his eyes slightly red, but he stubbornly held back that emotion.

He grabbed the old blacksmith's wrist and looked directly at the latter with both eyes, until he rarely took the initiative to look away: "Raphael, I have been learning skills from you for more than half a year, and you can deceive Fanya, but you can't deceive me!

A mist rose from the corner of Raphael's eyes, he took a deep breath, his eyes turned left and right, and he shook his head slightly: "Luo Ning, although I didn't officially accept you as an apprentice, I have always treated you as a closed disciple, so I taught you all the skills at the bottom of the box!"

Luo Ning: "Yes, I also regard you as a mentor! But in that case, why did you leave? Did I do something wrong and make you unhappy?"

Raphael shook his head and chuckled, "Haha, what a little fool! If I were angry with you, how could I hand over that dark red hammer to you." It's really me ......" His mouth opened, and he stopped talking several times, and finally sighed, his face became extremely cold: "All in all, the master-apprentice relationship between you and me has been exhausted, and from today on, there is no relationship between Ronin Campbell and me Raphael!"

When Luo Ning heard this, his brain "buzzed", and he couldn't think about it anymore. The human heart is made of flesh. Although Raphael never said it directly on weekdays, Ronin always remembered the old blacksmith's care for him. At this time, when I suddenly heard such resolute words, I suddenly felt helpless and aggrieved that I was abandoned by my family. He let go of his palms in a daze, and sat down on the floor, oblivious to the tears that had fallen to the floor as Raphael turned to leave.

(End of chapter)