A thing, because it has been in your hands all the year round, is regarded as a private property by you, but one day, the owner of the thing comes, and you think it belongs to you, to make a deal with you, what are your feelings?

I can't understand it, but the Elven Empress must be able to understand it, and now her face is stiff, as if she is contemplative, and the slender hands on her lap are trembling slightly, and she is constantly clenching, loosening, and clenching again.

This is only a manifestation when a person is in an extremely bad mood and is emotionally unstable.

Emily, who sat beside me, did not see anything about His Majesty, her left hand was lightly placed on my right handguard, and her right hand was lightly buckled on the hilt of the sword, although she knew that there was no danger here, and she did not need to draw her sword, but the action of stroking the sword had long been deeply rooted in her bones, and had become a habit that could not be erased for the rest of her life.

I can't help but admire: what a full-time adventurer, what a dutiful personal guard.

With a light sigh, I withdrew my gaze again and turned back to the Empress.

The scene is still dreary, as if you are at the bottom of the sea, which makes people feel slightly suffocated.

Ahem!

I cleared my throat, and in an instant, six eyes and three pairs of sharp eyes pierced my whole body.

Subconsciously lowering my gaze to avoid the dazzling gaze, I said, "I'm sorry to disturb you guys, but when is the time to eat, I'm a little hungry." ”

As soon as these words came out, the three pairs of sharp eyes instantly eased down, and the first to speak was Master Hall, who touched his sparse beard and nodded: "Xiao Yi said this, I'm also a little hungry, what about you?" ”

Master Dewey exhaled lightly and said, "Yes, I'm hungry too." ”

As he spoke, he took out his pocket watch from his bosom, glanced at it a lot, and said, "It's not too early, why don't you have lunch first, and then discuss things, I don't know what Her Majesty thinks?" ”

The Elven Empress pondered for a moment and said, "...... Good. ”

When I opened the door of the submarine, I was choked by the smell of wet earth.

Emily, who was right behind me, bowed her head slightly, and put her little face close to my collar, which was kind of a disaster.

Rubbing my nose, I muttered, "The air in this submarine is even better than outside." ”

"Of course it's better than the air outside," Master Dewey laughed as he stepped out of the hatch, "The air inside is pure oxygen that has been purified over and over again." ”

"Oh?" I couldn't help but wonder, "Is there still a purification device?" ”

Master Dewey smiled but said nothing.

It was instantly clear to me that it was not a purification device at all, but the power of ancient words.

Palace Restaurant.

In the huge space, there are a few giant dining tables, and the other open spaces are either sculptures and plants for setting off the atmosphere, or finely carved gemstone rockeries.

Castle Vechie is rich in ores, known in the mainland, but some precious ores such as diamond, aquamarine, blooddropstone, purple agate, and obsidian are used as enchantments to decorate rockery ponds, and it is always considered overkill, or even extravagant and wasteful.

The Elven Empress looked around with surprised eyes, frowned slightly, and said, "Vicky Castle is worthy of being the number one ore-rich country on the mainland, and even the rockery pond that dots the restaurant is full of enchanted gems. ”

Master Dewey waved his hand and said indifferently: "Enchanted gems can only be used when enchanted, and other times, they are just good-looking gems." ”

The Elven Empress frowned again and said in a deep voice, "Didn't Master Dewey ever think of forging a few more enchanted weapons, even if they weren't sold, they could be used as rewards and given to courtiers. ”

Master Dewey shook his head and said: "What to give to a courtier, I am a courtier, where is the qualification to give things to others, besides, I am not an expert in the forging industry, even if I can forge, it is just some second-rate goods, thrown to the market, I am afraid that I will not even be able to earn back." ”

"In this case, why don't you ask the master craftsman to cast a few more, it's better than using them to build mountains and fill ponds."

Master Dewey smiled and said, "I'm not afraid of your jokes, there are very few masters in my Vicky Castle who can forge enchanted weapons." ”

"Isn't there a master who can forge magical weapons?" The Elven Empress was puzzled, "Could it be that the master is too old to wield a hammer?" ”

"Master Claude, you say?" Master Dewey shook his head and smiled bitterly: "He disappeared a few years ago, and no one has found any trace of his old man's home." ”

I glanced at Master Dewey's lost expression and wondered, "Who is Master Claude?" ”

Master Dewey stretched out his hand and slapped me, and said angrily: "Tell you to read more, don't you even know that I, Master Claude, the greatest forging master in Vechburg!" ”

I was quite aggrieved at the time: "What does this have to do with studying, besides, do you look at me as if I used to have money to study in the academy?" ”

Master Dewey didn't continue to scold me, he poured himself a glass of wine, and said slowly: "Master Claude, that is the most legendary master of my Vicky Castle......"

Master Claude was not a natural forger, he dreamed of becoming an adventurer in his childhood and youth, but his purpose in becoming an adventurer was not to upgrade and become stronger, to protect his family and country, but to become famous and rich, to be surrounded by beautiful women, and to enjoy a comfortable life.

There's nothing wrong with his idea, but the point is that he wants to be famous, and he doesn't want to work hard to farm monsters and upgrade, and he is idle all day long, either bullying adventurers who are not as strong as him, or using rhetoric to hook up with some little girls who don't know the world.

Coincidentally, one time, he was blocking a slender and handsome girl, thinking of inviting her to drink tea and talk about life together, and then secretly rubbing oil, but he didn't think that the girl's male partner was also nearby, so he hooked up with the girl instead of a tragic fight.

Although both of them are dwarves, Claude is idle all day long, and he is not the opponent of the dwarf who fights all day long.

The man walked away with the beauty, and all the spectators dispersed, and no one cared about this guy who did nothing on weekdays and only looked for trouble.

It didn't take long for it to be evening, and it was late autumn, and the ground was so cold that people could freeze to death.

Master Claude was covered in bruises, and he didn't even have the strength to get up, let alone find a place to escape the cold......

"What about Master Claude's parents?" I interrupted Master Dewey with a remark, puzzled.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, Master Claude's parents died early, and he was the only one in the family, but fortunately his parents had some industry, so they were saved from falling into the streets."

I nodded and continued to listen quietly.

At that time, Master Claude was cold and hungry, and his injuries were so severe that he could not crawl at all, so he could only lie on the ground like a dead dog and wait for death.

At this time, a middle-aged dwarf slowly walked up to him, untied his coat, wrapped Master Claude, and sighed earnestly, and said: "Some people, only the eyelids can move, but his mind can travel the world, some people are strong, but not enterprising, his mind will only be paralyzed in a wheelchair, the former will be remembered forever, and the latter, even if the name is carved into the stone, will eventually decay, if you have the heart, think about it, this night has not frozen to death, come to me, my family, It's in the innermost part of that alley. ”

The middle-aged dwarf pointed the way, dropped another bag of liquor to the ground, and strode away.

Some people, even if they don't have their names carved into stone, will still be remembered, such as Stephen Hawking.

(End of chapter)