Rhaegar silently wielded the hammer, striking the red-burned iron bars on the cutting board with a peculiar rhythm, a dozen kilograms of hammer in his hand was not much heavier than a piece of firewood, and on his arm, the bulging muscles rose and fell like waves with the movement.

After half a year as a blacksmith, Rhaegar's physical potential was fully realized, his heart and lungs were exercised to the maximum, his muscles began to become explosive, and his movements became agile and coordinated. Even he himself was amazed at the body he obtained, which was not at all like the body of a mage who spent his days meditating or experimenting in his room, but more like a well-trained warrior - even among warriors it was difficult to find someone with such strength, he could not even easily lift six or seven hundred kilograms without the help of soul power, this geist was highly suspicious that his body might have the blood of a dragon.

After repeated forging, the rough iron bar gradually took shape, and a two-handed greatsword gradually appeared in front of people's eyes, a weapon custom-made by an adventurer - the unlucky guy lost his beloved blade in a battle.

"Well done," Old York appeared behind Rhaegar at some point, "at least from a starter's point of view, it took those slackers at least three years to go from apprenticeship to building weapons on their own, and you only took half a year. ”

"But I'm still going to say," he suddenly raised his voice, "you're building a pile of garbage!, if it weren't for the fact that guy only gave out twenty silver coins, and that money wasn't worth my hands, I'd kick you out into the street and show you how I did it!"

"He likes you," said Old York, as he walked away, and Hann, who had pulled the bellows, the boy who had taken care of Rhaeggar, whispered, "When he started targeting someone all the time, it meant that he had a liking for that person." ”

Rhaegar still silently tapped the rough blank of the greatsword in his hand, and for half a year, the geist dressed himself up as a taciturn person, but that didn't mean he was indifferent to everything, and the undead's cautious nature allowed him to observe everything around him.

He knew that it was old York who had saved his body, and that the latter's fiery heart was hidden beneath a rude exterior, and that there was hardly anyone in this small town who had not been helped by him, and that he knew that, despite not liking to talk much, and having little interaction with other fellows, these people who lived at the bottom of society showed great kindness to themselves, and when they first joined the place, they always consciously or unconsciously offered some convenience or help to themselves, and when one of them was in trouble, these people would also extend their hand selflessly- According to the knowledge in memory, these behaviors of these people are governed by an emotion called "conscience".

But he couldn't understand it all.

As an undead, the creed of survival first, self first was almost engraved in the deepest part of his soul, and he did not understand why some people would help others for no reason, and even let themselves suffer losses because of it, and he did not understand why, in many cases, those who gave help appeared to be happier than those who received it.

So he could only be silent.

Several men in leather armor walked into the blacksmith shop at this moment, and judging by their attire, it was clear that they were adventurers again. At this time of year, when the snow melts in the mountains, a large number of adventurers pass through here and enter the mountains of Tara to search for ancient ruins in search of treasures, some will stay there forever, some will return empty-handed, and others will get great gains, and those priceless treasures will make them rich overnight, which in turn stimulates more people to come here. This is usually the best time for blacksmith business – the Tara Hills are not a holiday destination, where people have to be prepared for all kinds of dangers.

"I need some digging gear, six daggers and fifty throwing knives, and some bows and arrows. One of the burly adventurers said to Old York, "Can you do it the day after tomorrow?"

"Hey, slacker, use some strength!" Old York shouted to one of the guys who was pulling the bellows, "or I'll shove your head into the bellows!"

"Five gold coins. After scolding the already hard-working fellow, the owner of the blacksmith shop turned back to the guest and said, "If I add another gold coin, I can deliver the goods to you to-morrow night." ”

"It's a robbery!" another adventurer shouted, "Craft these things in another shop for up to three gold coins!"

"Listen!" shouted Old York, in a voice louder than the other, "no one invited you here, there is more than one blacksmith shop in this city!"

"Six gold coins," the adventurer at the head stopped his companion's impulse, "and we'll pick it up tomorrow night." ”

"Alright, lazy people, stop what you do!" "After the adventurers had gone, Old York, who had been silent for several minutes, suddenly cried out, "I will give you a holiday today, and everyone will go back to your kennels, rest assured, I will not deduct your wages." Rhaegar and Hann, you two wild boys who live with me, I know you have saved a lot of money, take it and be merry, I don't want to see any of you until dawn tomorrow. ”

"What's wrong?" asked a bear-like fellow, "what's the trouble? My brother is in the city defense team, he can mobilize a small team, and I can call a dozen more people." ”

"If you don't talk too much, I'm going to kick your ass all the way out of the way!" Old York yelled angrily, "I'm talking! I'm not in any trouble, I just want to relax and have some fun on my own!"

A group of people laughed knowingly, and some began to whisper to each other, only a few words could be heard even by Rhaeggar's ears, the most frequent of which was "Aunt Nelly", a middle-aged widow who lived next door to the blacksmith's shop, and almost everyone could tell that she had a different attitude towards Old York

Being exposed made old Yorkie even more embarrassed, and this short-tempered man actually blushed for the first time.

"Get out of here!" he yelled at the people, "or I'll throw you all out into the street." ”