Dusk is the moment when the sunset pulls down the night, and for some reason, it always seems to give people a feeling of loneliness.

Perhaps, behind the dusk, people can always hear the footsteps of the night gradually approaching, even if it is melancholy, but it will add a touch of splendor to all kinds of people.

The sunset at this moment is neither dazzling nor scorching, and the temperature is just right.

The evening breeze caresses the land, gentle and delicate.

The old blacksmith looked at the dimness of the sky, and seemed to be a little bored, but it was only a matter of moments.

Coming back to his senses, he raised his hand to pick up the wine on the table, and then poured it into his mouth lightly, looking at the expression, it seemed that he was quite enjoying.

I don't know if it was the wine, or the magic of dusk, which made the old man a little drowsy.

His eyelids drooped slowly, and then he fell asleep.

Time is always passing quietly.

The old blacksmith was waking up, and the dusk had passed, and the night had long since fallen.

He turned his head to check the surroundings, only to find that the fire in the stove was dying and seemed to be extinguished at any moment.

Seeing this, he hurriedly filled it with some firewood.

Because of the perennial internal combustion, the temperature of the iron furnace was always very high, and soon the fire was raging again.

The old blacksmith breathed a sigh of relief, and then, he picked up the wine glass on the table and took a sip of wine, then lowered himself again and opened the small iron door outside the furnace, and after a little observation, he picked up the pliers, and prepared to clamp out the two daggers in the iron furnace to cool down.

Speaking of which, these two daggers have been in the iron furnace for almost half a month, in other words, those two daggers have been scorched by the flames for more than ten days.

If this were an ordinary dagger, it is estimated that he would be able to wash his stinky feet with that molten iron by now.

But the pair of daggers only dropped a circle of peripheral impurities.

Truth be told, the old blacksmith had never seen such a strange dagger after all these years of making weapons, but it also made him quite happy that he had finally found a somewhat fun job.

Thinking so, the old blacksmith casually threw the two daggers into the bucket not far away.

The sound of "whoosh" continued to sound, and the red-hot dagger raised the temperature of the cold water, which quickly vaporized, producing a large amount of white gas.

Fortunately, after a while, the somewhat noisy voice stopped.

The old man, who was drinking beside him, as if instructed to do so, turned around and picked up the two daggers, which were like abandoned stones in the wilderness.

Then he gently placed the daggers on the stone where the iron was being smelted, and observed.

"It looks like it's no different from breaking rock. Muttering, the old blacksmith picked up his hammer and slammed it into one of the daggers.

"Boom", the sound sounded rather muddy.

Immediately afterwards, the old blacksmith pinched his chin, carefully observed up and down, and then stretched out his fingers and repeatedly tapped the surface of the dagger: "Well, this layer of impurities on the outside is not thin." ”

Having come to his conclusion, the old blacksmith threw the pair of daggers into the iron furnace again.

Just as he was about to continue to enjoy the mellow wine, Narse pushed open the door and walked in: "I smell the wine from afar, so you stinky old man, take advantage of me to go out to drink a single wine." ”

Looking at Narse, who was hurrying towards his wine, the old blacksmith grinned and gave him a head: "I see that you are itching again, and I am really an old man who can only strike iron." ”

"It's not interesting to just drink, don't drink yet, wait for me for a while, and I'll be back soon." So saying, Narse took the bottle and closed the lid on it, and ran out again.

The inexplicable action made the old blacksmith man helplessly look at the back of Narse's departure, and he suddenly remembered that he hadn't smoked Narse for a long time, which was also a regret in life.

Thinking about it, he took the glass again and drank it.

By the time Nalse returned with a pile of meat, the glass of wine had already been drunk by the old blacksmith.

"You're too shameless, stinky old man, don't give me anything left. Narse looked at the empty glass and grumbled angrily.

However, this made the old blacksmith realize that the opportunity to fill in his regrets had come.

However, regret is always endless, and as soon as he removed his ass from the chair, he saw that Narse had put the meat directly on the ground, and quickly distanced himself from him.

Of course, the old blacksmith man would not give up easily, and he also raised his legs, chasing Nar and running around the house, but after all, he was old, and of course his speed would be much slower.

Back then, Narse didn't even have a chance to run.

"Little rabbit, you have the ability, don't run. Looking at the figure of Narse not far away, the old blacksmith shouted helplessly.

"You're stupid to me, stinky old man, you're chasing me, if I let you catch up today, I won't call me Narse. Narse replied loudly in the spirit of running if he couldn't beat it.

After a while, the old blacksmith gave up this damn thought, and panted back in his chair, after all, he was already in his sixties, and he had to admit that he was really old.

After confirming that the old blacksmith had no intention of beating him, Nalse sneaked to the old man's precious cellar, took a few bottles of wine, and then cautiously placed them on the table.

Immediately afterwards, he squatted down again and took out the iron net that the old blacksmith had used to divide the area in the iron furnace, and of course, did not forget to clean it up briefly.

When he was done, Narse went to the iron stove, took four pieces of firewood from the old blacksmith's fire, and spread them out into a square that resembled the bottom of a campfire.

Later, Nalse used tweezers to pinch out a lot of charcoal from the iron furnace, and spread all of them to the center of the four firewoods, and when everything was ready, Nalse spread an iron net on it, and then returned the meat directly.

"It seems that you can still enjoy a wonderful life once in a while. Smiling, Nalse turned to look at the old blacksmith.

"You only need a lesson in your life, and besides, what are you doing with the White Knights today?" the old blacksmith asked suspiciously, looking at the wine in front of him, and then at Nalse.

Listening, Narse picked up a piece of meat that had not been cooked at all and stuffed it into his mouth, and couldn't help but sigh: "Well, it tastes good." ”

After chewing, he continued: "The head of the White Knights changed a week ago, and besides, Don Quixote is missing. ”

Narse is a wolf after all, and although cooked meat is indeed much better than raw meat, he still wants to return to his nature once in a while.

"That doesn't sound like good news, but hopefully the new guy will fix his equipment and make me a fortune. Expressing his attitude, the old blacksmith said jokingly again.

"Don't pull it up if you're too busy, of course, if you pay for it, that's another story. As he uttered the joking words, Narse got up and went into the old blacksmith's humble kitchen, took some salt, and sprinkled it evenly over the meat.

"That side hasn't been put on yet. As he spoke, the old blacksmith raised his hand and gave Nalse a head on it.

"You are interested in this, why don't you look for me when you are drinking. After complaining, Narse honestly turned the meat over and sprinkled salt on that side as well.