The scorching flames dispelled the autumn chill, and the flames crackled and danced, reflecting on the walls in ever-changing shapes.

Jim and Adams watched nervously in the corner of the forge as the sturdy man struck the red-hot blade with hammer after hammer.

Removing the sledgehammer marked "Three" hanging on the wall, he handed it to Uncle Jill, and watched as he gradually hammered the outline of the sword into shape, and the two young men looked at each other speechlessly.

In the end, it was Adams who spoke first: "When are you leaving?"

"Probably...... Three days later. Jim said with his head down, somewhat uncertain. Then he looked up and looked at Adams with hope.

"Come with me, if you stay in the town and have no interest, let's go and be knights of the kingdom together. ”

Adams smiled, "You know that's impossible, I don't have the athletic skills of you, I don't have the so-called talent, you know, I can't even hold a sword." ”

He sighed, and then whispered helplessly: "What's more, I'm going to find my father, we've been separated for a long time, he, he must miss me very much." ”

Then Adams whispered, "At most, at most I'll send you." ”

Then the two fell silent again, and no longer spoke, and only the crackling of flames and the pounding of hammers could be heard in the forge room.

......

Sitting in the hay-stacked berk in the apprentice's room, Adams touched the leather armor that lay aside, and sighed faintly. It was made the day before yesterday, and the raw materials were the all-steel bust and the dried hard cowhide, and he made one for himself and Jim, which was considered to be a division of the loot he found.

Jim wanted to give him two gold lonnies, but he only wanted five silver ones, because he knew that learning swordsmanship was a costly project, and because in the chaos of the east, the unarmed man holding the gold was undoubtedly an invitation to loot like a mob.

So he took as a walking stick what he had brought with him that day, but which was much lighter than a stone stick, and accepted a small dagger that Gil had begged his old blacksmith father to make.

The dagger was also made of that rare metal, and old Jill called it Mithril, and the whole dagger was a beautiful over-the-top silver, and Adams couldn't put it down.

In order to make this dagger, old Jill scrapped two small hammers, knocked off a dozen centimeters from one end of the Mithril longsword to re-smelt them, and dismantled the most expensive gold silk wooden chair in the house to make it a beautiful hilt and scabbard, which was a precious dowry for Aunt Mary when she was young.

When he had done this, old Gil shouted at Adams in a rage that he would never pay him again, as if the sturdy man was not in a good mood, and was still dissatisfied with his son's departure from town to learn swordsmanship.

Although he had never paid Adams for his work, what could be better than the Admiral's kindness in rescuing himself from starvation and adoption, and patiently teaching him his craft?

What the hell should I do? Adams wondered what he was going to do.

He strapped the dagger to the inside of his leather armor, drank a sip of water, and fell on his back on the sleeper, playing with the crutches of which he couldn't tell what it was.

The crutches had a peculiar grayish-white color, the body of the cane was smooth, and a chill could be felt to the touch, and Adams held it in his arms, thinking about everything that had happened in the past few days.

Unlike what the two expected, Jim and the blacksmith's father did not quarrel fiercely, and Uncle Jill listened to his son's appeal in silence and did not say a word, not even asking him where he got the money and where he got the materials. This left Jim, who had made up a long clumsy story, a little at a loss.

In fact, the blacksmith only waved his hand and motioned for his son to leave and stop bothering him. On the contrary, Aunt Mary hugged Jim with tears in her eyes and cried for a long time, and then silently prepared a change of clothes and food for him.

In fact, as long as they think about it with a little thought, they can understand that it is impossible for the people in the town not to have been to the cemetery, and the town elder Ivy should have sent someone to investigate after discovering Adams' return, but after looking at the mess all over the ground, he did not be able to carefully observe and search before picking up this big bargain for the two.

But in fact, who but the blacksmiths could discover the hidden mystery of the material, and even Adams himself thought at first that it was nothing more than a pile of broken copper and iron.

None of this was the root of Adams' core troubles, he rolled over and buried his head in the haystack, like an ostrich with his head buried in the desert.

The ostrich buries his head in the sand in order to blend in with the surrounding scenery to escape danger, but Adams cannot easily get rid of the boredom in his heart, because annoyance and danger, unlike danger, it comes from the heart, it is everywhere and cannot be avoided.

For the past year and a half, Adams has been slow to return to the kingdom of Bartow in the east, when he could have tried to do so.

Thanks to the young man's excellent recovery ability, his body recovered after two months of recuperation, but he did not make the choice to join his father.

The reason is also very simple, he doesn't dare, he is just a child who has lived a good life since he was a child, and he is afraid of those vicious thugs.

As an apprentice blacksmith here, he has bread and milk, Jim by his side, and can happily gag each other every day, and this comfortable life makes him forget his past suffering.

But now, Jim is leaving.

Adams's heart was empty, and although he was no longer the timid and fearful aristocratic descendant of the past, the panicked feelings still bubbled up from an unknown place like a flood and swept his entire heart.

He burst out laughing, flipped his body back, covered his forehead with his hands, and stared blankly at the rough ceiling.

I'm really out of luck.

The soul component that belongs to another world in his heart said to himself, don't be afraid, we can.

Mr. Lu Xun said that true warriors dare to face the bleak life and dare to face the dripping blood. Maybe none of us were that warrior, but the times make heroes, if we can't be willing to be the escaped mouse, why not try to be that warrior.

Adams sat up straight helplessly and laughed at himself, what is this, is this the legendary method of spiritual victory?

Imagining a gritty glint in his eyes, Adams yelled into the empty room, "Come on, I'm the best." ”

However, the next moment, he could not be resolute.

For he heard a voice, and it came from the cane he was holding in his arms.

"Little one, you have a lot of play. ”

Mom, what the hell, scared my dad to death!

Adams shuddered and jumped out of his sleeper like a spring, almost hitting the ceiling.

He stretched out his right hand and slammed the cane into the doorway.

There was a buzz, and the collision of the cane and the wooden door panel made a terrible earth-shattering thud that shook Adams' eardrums.

Then a violent roar came from the crutch.

"Apprentice, you dare! Such rudeness!"

"You have blasphemed me, I am the great Supreme Bone Dragon Oslav, I am the unparalleled source of magic, I am the supreme treasure of the undead, I am the Pale Wand!"

"Apprentice, I want to punish you severely, I want you to know how good I am!