Hearing Honor's apology, Tamara was a little embarrassed. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"You, you don't need to apologize, you gave us everything here. ”

Tamara said to Honoror, and the elves who were waiting nodded their heads.

Honoror scratched his head in embarrassment, and when Tamara saw this, he hurriedly said, "As you have commanded, I have gathered all the people in the village who can sew and make them. ”

"Well, although I came back a little late, I did bring back a lot of good things this time. ”

Honoror looked around, although it was only a day, but the damage to the square yesterday had been repaired, and now a dozen or so elves were gathered here by Tamara, and everyone looked at Honoror as if looking up to a god.

After all, being admired by everyone, Honore couldn't help but straighten his back.

He stretched out his right hand, and Aryfia climbed from one shoulder to the other, and Honor's other hand hurriedly held Aryfia down, for fear that the child would not be able to bear it later, and rush up to eat what he had collected so hard.

Then Honor's palm was opened, and above his palm, a huge cube space enchantment appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

I saw that in the midst of the barrier, countless pyroxene stones were piled together, emitting a shining light, almost illuminating the entire square.

The elves, who had been sleeping peacefully, felt the powerful light coming from the square, and they were also attracted and gathered to check on the situation.

"It's ...... Pyroxene?"

Tamara stammered, completely unable to believe what she was seeing.

It was a super-large pyroxene, like a meteorite falling from the sky, floating in the hands of Honor, making it impossible to look at it directly.

Of course, it wasn't a giant pyroxene, it was just that Ornor had brought the pyroxene together.

"Hey, here's the material. ”

As soon as Honor's hand was released, the huge pyroxene suddenly fell to the ground with a "bang".

Only then did everyone see that there was a flash of electricity around the pyroxene, and it turned out that it was an enchantment that gathered countless tiny pyroxene together.

"So, is there anyone here who will do the blacksmithing?"

Honoror looked at the crowd in front of him, and then an elven uncle in the crowd raised his hand.

"Lord Honoror, I will forge. ”

The uncle seemed to have come out in a hurry, and the leather apron on his body had not yet had time to take off, which was protective equipment to prevent burning when striking iron.

"I was in charge of crafting weapons in the village, so I have more experience. ”

The uncle seemed to feel that this was a bit of a boastful suspicion, and touched his beard embarrassedly.

"What's your name?"

Honore asked.

"My name is Balkan. ”

"Besides the Balkans, is there anyone else in the village who can forge?"

Honoror nodded, and continued to ask the others.

"I still have a little apprentice, but she's just come here to learn and hasn't learned much yet. ”

"Well, except for your little apprentice?" Honoror seemed dissatisfied, and he looked at the crowd, but no one around answered.

"Lord Onor, there is only one blacksmith in the village of the Elves of Light, Uncle Balkan. ”

Tamara leaned in and whispered to Honor.

"Even his little apprentice is an artificial elf that he received not long ago. ”

"Isn't it, there's no blacksmith or anything on the dark elves?"

Honoror continued to ask Tamara.

But it seems that he is really loud, and he is heard by the elves around him.

At this time, an elven woman stood up: "Lord Onor, we didn't learn the art of forging when we were dark elves before, and the weapons at that time were brought to us by the princess. ”

"Well, that means the man behind it is secretly providing you with weapons. Honoror quickly understood what the other man meant.

"Well, it's nerve-wracking. "Honore didn't expect to get into trouble as soon as he came.

"That...... Mr. Honor, do I know how to do carpentry? Just help with some door frames and furniture and stuff. Seeing that Honor's troubles were annoying, a young and somewhat jerky young elf in the crowd slowly raised his hand.

"What's your name?"

Honoror looked up.

"I—My name is Alan. The boy stammered in reply, and he seemed a little afraid of Honor.

"When it comes to carpentry, it feels like two different types of work. "Honore is a bit nerve-wracking, even if this can barely be counted as a head, this amount is far from enough.

"Lord Honoror, what are you going to do?"

Seeing that Honoror was so distressed, Balkan, the only blacksmith, couldn't help but wonder.

"Please also tell us about your troubles, so that perhaps we can find a solution. ”

"Hey, okay. Onor sighed.

"Actually, I'm going to use these pyroxenes to craft equipment and weapons. ”

"All...... All of them?"

"yes, what's wrong? You seem to think it's weird. ”

Honoror tilted his head to look at the Balkans.

"Yes, because pyroxene is an ore with great power, and it is generally used to make magic items, and ordinary weapons are made of pyroxene, which is too luxurious. ”

"Ah, this. Honor's expression was reassuring.

"You don't have to worry about this, there are still a lot of mazes and forests that can't be used up. ”

"Labyrinth...... Have you just come back from the labyrinth of the Abyss?" Alan seemed to understand something.

"Yes, it's a bit far, so I came back a little late. ”

Honore said as a matter of course, but soon the crowd around him was in a hurry.

"The labyrinth, it's the abyssal labyrinth. ”

"No, it's worthy of Lord Honoror, who can ...... from that place alive"

"I've heard that all the pyroxenes there are of high quality. ”

"Can we use weapons made of pyroxene?"

Just as the elves were rejoicing, another voice came from behind.

"Ahem, that ...... Mr. Honoror, may I interrupt a moment?"

Onorm followed the voice and turned around, it turned out to be Elder Nikon of the Elven Clan.

"Elder, why are you here?"

"After all, you've made such a commotion, haven't you noticed that almost all the elves here are attracted to you?" the elder glanced at Honor, "you really don't have any eye-catching self-awareness. ”

"No, no, no, I definitely didn't mean to. Honore hurriedly argued.

"It's too late to say anything. The elder shook his head and sighed, all the elves were gathered, and it was already a fact here.

"But if you want to forge equipment, why don't you talk to me?" the elder looked at Honoror with some dissatisfaction.

"Huh, Elder, do you have any idea?"

"Of course. Elder Nikon stroked his beard and shook his head, as if it was finally his turn to show his strength.

"Speaking of the art of forging, it is one of the secret techniques of our elven race. ”