Good stuff?

Adams looked at the battered sword in Jim's hand with some suspicion. The hideous breaches, the exaggerated bends, anyone can see that it is already scrapped, let alone associate it with good things.

However, Jim, the son of a blacksmith, is never unpurposeful, and a year and a half of apprenticeship has made Adams extremely cautious about such things.

He took the sword from the smiling Jim and looked at it suspiciously.

It can be seen that this used to be a straight sword about 70 centimeters long and 5 centimeters wide, the sword body is a rare bright silver, there is a thin blood groove in the middle, and the sword body is painted with a lion with teeth and claws on one side, and a string of letters on the other side, which seems to be someone's name, but unfortunately it is now seriously damaged, and the surname can barely be recognized as "Charst".

Tapping his fingers lightly on different parts of the blade, feeling the vibrations that were coming, Adams took a light breath, good fellow, probably a little harder than refined steel.

The gauntlet was in the most ordinary cross-shape, with nothing to praise about it, and the hilt was about fifteen centimeters long, apparently designed with dual wielding in mind, and was not ornamented, wrapped in some kind of leather, though it was now cracked, revealing the wood wrapped inside.

Different from the heaviness of imagination, this sword is not as clumsy as it seems, with Adams's current thin body, he can barely hold it with one hand, he was stunned, tried to swing it twice, although it was very difficult, but finally did not let go, and then tried to double wield, well, barely a little look, but if it is used to use this sluggish swordsmanship against the enemy, it is obviously ridiculous.

"How's it going, isn't it a good thing?" Jim, who was on the side, took back the long sword like a baby, and wiped it with his sleeve lovingly, "As long as you go back and refine it again, it will be a good fellow again." ”

I have to say that although Jim is not interested in the work of a blacksmith, he is also quite eye-catching from a young age. Adams vaguely remembered seeing the sword himself that night, but he didn't bother to pick it up for it.

But it is true that there is nothing unique and superb in the manufacture of the sword, and there is only one result, that is, its material is incomparable, and in terms of the material that Adams saw and touched in the blacksmith's shop, there is no one that can be so hard and at the same time so light. Only those precious metals that were seen in the list of materials of my father's chamber of commerce have such excellent properties.

Thinking of his father, who now did not know where he was, Adams sighed softly, a little sad.

After the death of his wife, he became more reticent, and a gloomy look often appeared on his handsome face, and it was only when he faced young Adams that he rarely smiled, and he gave all his love to his only child.

Now my father must be thinking about himself, shaking his head slightly, dispelling the faint pain. Adams said to himself firmly in his heart, I will go back to him, I am no longer the cowardly guy, but for now, I have to become better first.

Thinking of what was in front of him, Adamston was also a little interested, because he remembered that there seemed to be a few other objects there, a half-body armor, a cloak, and it must not be too bad.

Adams walked with Jim, wondering if he would take the time to learn his so-called superb swordsmanship with his friends, although it was just Jim's words, but for a weak chicken like himself, something is better than nothing.

Jim in front of him stopped abruptly, which made Adams, who was looking down and calculating, almost hit the former's back, and he raised his head a little dissatisfied and glanced forward, and sure enough, he saw the old fellows who he had once dismissed as rags.

Jim whistled loudly, snorted at the half-armor, and motioned for the apprentice to go and inspect it, and walked towards the brown cloak.

It was a light suit of armor, without a cloak, painted with golden paint, with scratches on the surface of the armor, revealing the metal underneath the paint, it was slightly sunken in the soft soil, the arm guard of the right hand had a slight twist, and the chest guard had been knocked out of a hideous hole, showing how terrible the battle had been.

Adams tried to drag it, but to no avail. Compared to the lightness of the sword, this half-body armor is extremely heavy, and it is hard to imagine what kind of strength the person who can wear it has so much power that it does not affect his own movements.

Adams carefully looked at the metal under the lacquer, trying to find another rare metal, but this time he was a little disappointed, it was just ordinary steel, although steel is not an easy mineral, but it is not rare, several of Uncle Jill's proud works are forged from refined steel.

But he was immediately relieved, if such a heavy piece of armor is forged from rare metals, then its cost is too high, this is already very good, to be honest, a pure metal bust is already worth a lot, generally speaking, it is normal to connect a small piece of metal to protect the vital point behind the leather.

No wonder this thing weighs so much.

"Rich, we're rich" Jim shouted excitedly and with a little fanaticism not far away, "Look what I've found!"

Adams looked up in displeasure and glared at his friend, who was screaming at every turn, but then his expression changed and he became equally excited.

In the bright midday sun, Jim's face seemed to be plated with a layer of glittering gold, and his face was filled with an eerie look, both a kind of ecstatic pleasure and a hint of wanting to cry.

In his left hand he carried a small open purse, and in his right hand a dozen or so small round coins, some dull yellow, some silver, and a few shining with the golden sheen that dragons loved.

Oh my God, that's gold, Lonnie.

Adams instantly understood why Jim was looking like this, and he was genuinely happy for his good friend.

With this money, Jim can go to the city to learn the swordsmanship he has his heart and soul, and he can safely chase the unattainable dream of becoming a knight of the kingdom, which can make both Uncle Jill and Aunt Mary proud.

It can be said that Jim has a new hope in his life.

Perhaps, he is about to say goodbye to himself and go in a different direction.

What about myself? Can I encounter any opportunity in my own life? The riots in the east are still going on, people are dying every day, how can I break through the obstacles and find my father? How can I return to the original world?

Adams was a little gloomy, but he looked up and smiled brightly at Jim.

"Jim, well done. We've got a lot of gains, let's go, let's go home, let's celebrate!"