It's noisy in restaurants, but it's normal, and it's the best time of the day to share what you've seen and heard, and of course, restaurants are one of the easiest places to gossip.

At this time, López and Narse were eating the food in front of them, and the two of them didn't care about eating at all, if they were a little slower, they would have to watch the food being snatched away by each other.

In the struggle, the two quickly swept all the food on the table into their stomachs, and there was nothing left, but the empty stomachs of the two people were not satisfied.

Lopez was able to eat more this time because he hadn't been able to eat normal meals for a few days, while Narse was able to eat more than humans because he ate so much.

After repeated expediency, Narse finally chose to beckon the waiter to ask for some food, of course, his mouth did not stop for a moment, and he kept saying that in order to take care of his apprentice, he was afraid that López would not have enough to eat.

By the way, the main reason for the "expediency" was that Nalse did not want to waste the attractive gold coins.

After the waiter leaves, the two of them start a boring waiting time, at this time, people's attention will naturally become distracted.

This also made the small talk at the side table fall into the ears of the two.

But it's basically a very unnutritious conversation, which doesn't interest people at all.

Shaking his head, López stretched out, then folded his arms on the table and held his face, silently thinking about when it would be better to return to Sivir.

And Narse was even more bored, he leaned back, found a relatively comfortable position, and was just about to squint for a while, but suddenly heard the news that interested him.

"Hey, you know what, the bounty for slaying the dragon has been taken again. ”

"Really? That mission that no one has ever been able to do alive?"

"Yes, that's it, I heard that there was only one person who picked it up this time. ”

"Ha, isn't this looking for death?"

"Who knows, it's probably crazy to think about money. ”

Narse vaguely felt that that person was Don Quixote, but there was no evidence, and Don Quixote had no chance of winning against the Demon King at all, so he shouldn't be stupid enough to be in this place.

While he was thinking, the waiter brought the dish again, and the two began a new round of scramble, and Narse instantly forgot the news just now.

When the food in front of them was only left, the two of them were finally full.

When checking out, Narse looked distressed again, which made López behind him cover his face with contempt for a while.

The two then returned to the blacksmith's shop.

As soon as I entered, I saw the old blacksmith sitting on a chair in front of the furnace, intently fiddling with the dagger inside.

Seeing this, Narse gently put the food he had brought back on the table, as if he didn't want to disturb the old blacksmith.

Then he sat with López and waited quietly.

I don't know how long it took, but both Narse and López leaned together and began to fall asleep, and the old blacksmith in front of the furnace finally moved.

He quickly closed the small iron door outside the furnace, then got up and kept looking around for something, and stumbled upon the food on the table, and his stomach felt hungry at the right time.

However, the slight sound of the old blacksmith's movement woke up the sleeping Nelsei, but López was still asleep, and it seemed that the past two days had not been easy.

"How's it going?" Scratching his head, Nalse asked in a whisper, looking up.

"No, this dagger is indeed a bit old, but the material is very peculiar, and it is a good thing in general, with some processing, maybe it can restore the previous edge of this weapon. Narse heard only the hoarse voice of the old blacksmith coming from the house, and it seemed that he had returned to the house inside the shop to get wine.

He, like Narse, was an alcoholic, and he didn't drink or have fun.

After a while, the old blacksmith came out again, raised his hand and put the wine on the table, opened the meal, and prepared to eat it.

However, Nalse came over again shamelessly, and he could bear anything else, but he really didn't have any resistance to the aroma of this wine.

Pouring himself a glass, Narse raised his head and drank it down, it tasted really sweet.

"It's rare to see such a serious job for so long, Master. Narse yawned and asked casually.

The old blacksmith took a bite of food and replied a little vaguely: "This dagger is indeed a good thing, but it is too rotten, and if it is handled properly, it must be good, and I can't let such a good thing be destroyed in my hands." ”

"Is it hard to deal with?" asked Nalse, handing over the bottle.

The old blacksmith glared at him, but the topic of Narse raised his interest: "It is indeed difficult to deal with, not only the material of this dagger is very strange, but even the impurities attached to its surface are very strange, and I have only been grinding a small layer in the afternoon. ”

"There aren't many things that can give you a headache. With that, Narse took another sip of his glass.

The old blacksmith smiled helplessly: "Don't pat yourself, I feel that this should be a relic of the era of the gods, but there is no actual historical evidence, I just think so." ”

"According to what you say, won't you make a lot of money this time? With that, Narse laughed.

"It's not so easy, the slightest mistake can make the whole dagger scrap, and the impurities on the surface alone are already quite difficult to deal with, and it may not be good after that. The old blacksmith poured a basin of cold water directly on Narse's head.

But that doesn't dampen Nalse: "If you fail, you fail, it's nothing, but if you succeed, then you will make a lot of money, I believe in your skills, Master." ”

"Of course I know my strength, but if you give me a little face, why is there so much wine left. The old blacksmith struck his fist directly on Narse's head.

"You can blame me, it's not that you're slow drinking, old thing. Having taken the last sip, Narse smiled and looked at the old blacksmith.

Judging by the old blacksmith's expression, if Narse hadn't brought him food today, the wine bottle in his hand would have been thrown out without hesitation.

After a while, the old blacksmith had finished eating the food on the table, and he rubbed his stomach, rested for a while, and then walked again to the furnace and opened the iron door, and looked at the dagger inside with a serious face.

However, unlike before, Nalse behind him also came over, and at this time, the two daggers were red, and they couldn't see anything, so they could only ask helplessly: "How is it, Master." ”

After hearing this, the old blacksmith pulled out the daggers and threw them directly into the water.

There was a sound of evaporation, and the old man picked up the pliers and clipped the dagger in front of his eyes and looked at it again: "It seems that this time the effect is good, and the impurities on the periphery have been stripped off another layer." ”