López snorted as the morning sun shone through the window, and he slowly sat up, feeling a pain in his head and a feeling of exhaustion coming from his body.

He raised a hand to cover his forehead, black hair passed through his fingers, and he sat quietly for a while, his mental and physical fatigue relieved slightly, and he could not take care to look around.

The environment was unfamiliar, he could be sure that he had never been here, there was a bit of noise outside, and the long sword he had with him was gone, leaving only a silver sword.

Frowning, López lifted the thin cup on his body and was about to get out of bed.

Only to find someone walking in from outside, López looked closely, only to realize that it was Narse.

"You're pretty good at sleeping, and the sun is saying good morning to you. With that, Narce placed the food he was holding on the table next to López's bed.

"Master, where am I?" López watched Narse's movements stunned, his head still not turning.

"Where else could it be, of course it's a blacksmith shop, are you sleeping for your brain to sleep? Stop talking nonsense, get up and work after eating." With an impatient bow, Narse turned and walked out.

This is the first time López has come to the room in the blacksmith's shop, and it is understandable that he can't figure out the situation for a while, and the fatigue of his body has not disappeared, and it seems that the wear and tear of Amelia's trip to the snow a few days ago is really not small.

Stretching a little, he got up and ate some food, and it occurred to him that the food that Narse had brought back tasted surprisingly good, and of course, perhaps it was just that López was hungry.

Fortunately, this time he was full.

The furnishings in the house looked as dilapidated as the outside, and there were iron-striking tools piled up everywhere, but the most of the things in the house were wine, almost half of the room was piled up, which was a staggering amount of storage.

Of course, there are some sharp-looking weapons in the room, such as bows and arrows, swords, daggers, darts, sledgehammers, and even staffs.

The cold light of the weapon contrasted sharply with the shabby furnishings, but it was of little use, except for the fact that López was a little dizzy to look at.

After cleaning up, López got up and walked out the door.

As soon as I went out, I saw the busy figure of Narse and the old blacksmith.

There was an endless stream of people outside the blacksmith shop, and it seemed that they were all looking for the old blacksmith to fight with swords, why didn't they find out that his business was so hot before?

But before López could speak, Nelsey yelled at López to help.

Complaining softly, López could only walk forward helplessly.

When he got closer, he asked the old blacksmith what he needed to do.

The old blacksmith thought for a moment, and thought that López could not do anything in this aspect of ironsmithing, so he arranged for him to be a rather easy errand.

Let López sit in front of the furnace and help him watch the fire, and call him as soon as the iron inside turns red.

Although this job has no technical content, it is quite energy-consuming and time-consuming, after all, if this step goes wrong, the whole weapon will be declared a failure.

After López took over, the old blacksmith was finally free to do something else.

Scratching the back of his head, he didn't mind doing this job, although it was boring, but it was a good opportunity to rest.

And Narse was selling ready-made weapons in front of him, and there were a lot of people, and he was a little busy, but he could barely get over.

Speaking of which, the reason why he came to the blacksmith old man's help was that Don Quixote had disappeared in the past few days, and there was nothing to do in the barracks, so it was too boring.

The three of them were in this state, busy until the evening, and they didn't even have time to eat at noon.

It had been dark for a long time before the enthusiasm slowly dispersed.

Nalse rubbed his neck and complained dissatisfiedly: "Damn old guy, why is your business so hot, you are really not afraid of exhaustion." ”

"I also don't understand that there are suddenly more people today, and there were not even a third of them in a day. The old blacksmith man was also a little helpless about this, fortunately his apprentice and his apprentice grandson were here today, otherwise he would definitely not be busy.

The easiest part of the job is López, which is equivalent to sitting for a day, but you still have to be hungry.

"Master, I think we should go and soothe our stomachs. López sat in his chair and groaned weakly.

For some reason, his appetite has been growing lately.

"Old man, do you want to go. Narse smiled and glanced at López, then turned to the blacksmith.

"I'm not going, I'm still busy studying the pair of daggers, just bring me some back. With that, the old blacksmith rubbed his eyes and sat back down in front of the furnace.

As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to remember something again, and hurriedly continued: "Oh, by the way, López, your long sword is with me, and the power of the gem has been exhausted?"

"Well, grandpa blacksmith, that gem shattered when it was in the snow in Amelia. López said with some embarrassment, after all, it's still a little embarrassing not to cherish the weapons that others have built with their hearts.

But the old blacksmith didn't show anger, but nodded at him: "This is much more durable than I expected, don't worry, I can give you a transformation, but it will be heavier, with your current strength, you should be able to handle it." ”

"Thank you, Grandpa Blacksmith. After listening, López quickly expressed his gratitude.

This made the old blacksmith laugh for a while: "Don't be so restrained, there are some things, you will slowly become clear." ”

Lopez was in a fog when he heard the old man's words, and before he could ask, he was dragged out directly by Narse, and the old man was left alone in the huge blacksmith shop.

In an instant, there was silence.

The old blacksmith opened the iron door of the furnace and took out the pair of daggers, which had been lying in the furnace for a day, but had no intention of melting.

The entire dagger turned red, which was the only proof that it had been roasted, and if it were ordinary pig iron, it would have turned into molten iron a long time ago.

The old blacksmith picked up the pliers and pinched out both daggers, and then quickly threw them into the water, and the piercing sound of evaporation sounded.

After calming down, the old blacksmith took the tongs and pinched the dagger directly out of the water, and then sent it to his eyes to keep observing.

Yesterday he tried a lot of methods, and found that the impurities that were removed by those methods were not baked by fire at all, and it seemed that the fire could bake those impurities, but it was really strange, could it be that those impurities were just not resistant to fire?

This is contrary to common sense, and the impurities that can be removed by fire should be faster by other methods.

"Forget it, just roast it with fire, I can be more relaxed, old man. With that, the old blacksmith picked up the daggers one by one and threw them into the furnace.

Then you don't have to worry about it anymore and let it dissolve on its own.

Then the old blacksmith stood up and took out the long sword that stood quietly beside his left hand, and now he had to think about how to modify it.