In the faceless and completely open blacksmith shop, men, from young to middle-aged, and even old, or rather, strong men, were either agitating bellows, or picking up hammers and smashing them hard one at a time. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Most of them are not wearing shirts, and their eyes are determined and focused.

Sweat continued to drip from their faces, orange and red from the firelight, and flowed down the muscles that were either thick and large, or tightly arranged.

Every time they move, they have to mobilize the strength of the whole body to pour it to complete, and the muscles hanging the sweat droplets expand, stretch, expand, and contract with each all-out action, and in the noisy and regular metal sound, the man's unique strength, beauty, and overflowing male tension are perfectly displayed.

The whole street is a world of power, metal, sweat, muscle, and a world of men.

However, in the midst of these muscular and strong men, at the end of the street, in the largest blacksmith shop, a woman wielded a giant hammer twice as large as an ordinary iron hammer, no less than the tall bodies of the surrounding men, only wrapped in thigh-short black leather pants and a golden chest strap, the bronzed skin was illuminated by the firelight, and the sweat was like the honey flowing from the hot and fragrant cooked meat, which accumulated in the towering and deep groove of the chest, and every time the arm rose and fell, it brought two rounds and shook slightly, causing a few drops of honey to slide and fall.

The slightly messy long blond hair was tied up in a spike-like ponytail, looking like a cluster of sharp and slender gold leaves swaying slightly.

Compared with the mature and attractive body, the woman's face is delicate and delicate, with bangs across the right side of the face, thick lips, a straight nose, slender eyebrows, two golden eye shadows, and the firmness and concentration in the golden pupils, which will never lose to any muscular man in this street.

This is such a wonderful woman, I'm afraid everyone will think this way when they see her, whether the viewer is old or young, male or female.

The three of them in the shock quickly understood why the young man at the hotel said that he would come to see her, and it must be right.

Even if you don't achieve your goal, it's already a blessing to see such a beautiful and powerful existence.

Because of those determined eyes and proud towering, Arthur thought of his mother.

"What an interesting woman, I don't know why, I get hungry when I see her, and I really want to eat meat."

The two companions did not know how to respond to Arthur's words.

Arthur swallowed and stepped forward with a smile.

"Hey, hello, are you the strongest blacksmith? My name is Arthur, and I want to ask you to repair your sword. ”

The woman slowly raised her eyes, and after seeing the person clearly, she first laughed, then put down the sledgehammer and put the red iron sword in her hand into the cold water to cool.

The sound of hot iron tumbling cold water, and the rapid rise of white smoke, made Arthur feel more hungry, and wanted to get closer, even to the woman in front of him.

"My prices are higher than the average blacksmith."

A low, languid, magnetic voice came.

Arthur felt that the metallic sound of the woman and the blacksmith in front of him matched the scorching temperature and sweaty scene.

Before he knew it, Arthur's throat moved slightly, and he made another swallowing motion.

"No problem, as long as you can repair the sword, the price is yours!" Arthur spoke boldly, even a little proudly, for the first time he felt what a pleasure it was to be rich.

Looking at the boy and the two companions behind him, the woman stretched out her hand and said, "Let me see first." ”

"Hmm!" Arthur nodded happily and hurriedly handed over the sword that his mother had given him.

"The sword is good." With just one glance, the woman could see that it was a good sword.

After she drew her sword from its sheath and looked closely, her expression began to change to surprise, even shock.

The sharp golden pupils were finally fixed on the ruby at the hilt of the sword.

The woman looked at it repeatedly, and after a long time, she put the sword back into its scabbard, looked up and said to Arthur, "I can't repair this sword." ”

Arthur's smile disappeared suddenly: "You said you can't fix it, what's the matter?" ”

The woman still looks indifferent.

In the complete opposite of wielding a huge hammer, when she looked at a weapon that was gradually taking shape in her hand, her eyes were full of enthusiasm, like blazing flames, like shining stars, in harmony with the dancing body flowing with honey sweat.

But when her gaze shifted from her weapons and her work to look at others, especially humans, those eyes seemed to lose color in an instant, lifeless, and even her powerful body slackened, slumping down lazily, no longer showing any strength or vitality.

"Let me ask you a question first, is this sword originally yours?"

"Huh? What do you mean? ”

"That is, are you the first owner of this sword?"

Arthur shook his head slightly: "No, I don't know how many owners this sword had before me, I only know that it has always been my mother's saber, and she later transferred it to me." ”

"Mother...... "Mommy," the woman murmured, something seemed to flash in her eyes, fleeting, "if it's your mother's saber, it makes sense." Let me ask you again, are you using this sword well? ”

Arthur immediately replied: "Of course, although I mostly used ordinary iron swords when I practiced swords since I was a child, I still occasionally use this sword to do some extra practice." I've been using this sword since I started my trip, and I've never felt uncomfortable. ”

The woman continued: "This sword is indeed a good sword, no, it should be said, this sword is already the best of the best. However, for you, this sword can only be second-rate. ”

"Why do you say that?" Arthur frowned, he didn't want to hear anything bad about Yulenda, not even her saber.

"Because it's a women's sword designed for someone."

"Female sword?"

"It should be made for your mother, although it is a female sword, it is heavier than ordinary female swords, and the sword body is wider, so it is easy to be confused with a male sword. If it is an inexperienced blacksmith, it is estimated that you will not be able to see the difference. ”

Arthur looked down at the sword and suddenly realized that he didn't seem to know anything about this sword that he had been using for a long time.

"But I don't think there's anything wrong with it."

"You're still young, and the fit between your size and sword is still within an acceptable range, and when you're older, you'll feel different."

Seeing the suspicious eyes of Arthur and his two companions, the woman looked at Arthur's whole body, then focused on his arm, then turned and walked to the shelf, took one of the several swords for sale, and walked back.

"Try this sword and feel the difference. Just wave it. ”

"Oh......" Perhaps because of the resemblance to his mother, Arthur had a natural desire to follow the words of the strongest blacksmith, and handed Yulenda's sword into Nain's hand, Arthur took the sword and took a few steps back, and Nayin and Werther also stepped back to make room.