There is a father and there is a daughter.

The Orc King is bold, uninhibited, and domineering, and so is his daughter Cagalli.

Looking at the attitude of Mavro's father and daughter, it is simply the same.

They all have an inexplicable sense of self-confidence, especially when dealing with strangers like me.

Daphne's father just glanced at me lightly, and then he was busy with something, and just muttered, "Daphne, take care of your guests." ”

Daphne answered, poured a cup of tea for me and Boss Rennes, and a cup of tea for herself and my father, and then sat down across from me with the teacup in her hand, and looked at me quietly.

The pale green pupils hidden behind the depth lenses are as calm as a pool of unwavering stagnant water, but this stagnant water still has a faint glow and is full of life.

I was a little furious by her calm eyes, and I couldn't help but pick up the cup, cover my face, and lower my eyelids, deliberately not looking at her.

Daphne must have seen what I meant, but she still went her own way, not taking her eyes off for a moment.

"Daphne," said Mr. Mavre, to his daughter, "come and help." ”

"It's coming," Daphne's voice was as weak as a mosquito, "What's the matter?" ”

"Mr. Sherlock will come and go for a while, I can't keep busy right now, you can help take out the materials and stack them."

"Oh," Daphne replied, glancing at me again, bowing her head and silently picking it up.

Boss Ren and I, who were left aside by Mavre's father and daughter, looked a little embarrassed.

Boss Wren didn't say anything, still holding the teacup and drinking tea, but I couldn't sit still, sat up from the chair, and said, "Uncle, since you are very busy, then we will retire first." ”

However, as soon as I said this, I regretted it a little.

The title of 'uncle' is a bit too intimate for the elders we met for the first time, especially when this elder misunderstood that I had an ambiguous relationship with his daughter.

Sure enough, as soon as I became worried, Mr. Mavreau said: "You are the first friend of the opposite sex brought back by Daphne, presumably the relationship between the two of you is very good, since you are already a family, you don't have to be too angry." ”

It's still a misunderstanding.

I squirmed my lips and did not retort, but sat down honestly again.

After a while, there was a knock at the door, and Mr. Mavreaux said, "It must be Mr. Sherlock, Daphne, go and meet you." ”

Daphne answered and walked over quickly, and after a while, a slightly hoarse voice came: "Little Daphne, how are all the things I want?" ”

"It's all right, Mr. Sherlock," Daphne said calmly, "just sort them out." ”

"Okay," the hoarse man said, "Then I'll wait a bit." ”

Soon, a thin, familiar figure appeared in front of my eyes.

I took a quick look, and I was amazed: Hey, it's him!

Speaking of which, I really had a few encounters with the skinny old man in front of me.

At that time, I was a wandering adventurer with no savings, and the money I earned every day was either used for food and drink, or for the maintenance of weapons.

In fact, now that I think about it, there was really no need to repair the weapon at that time - it was a piece of iron, and even the blade was not opened.

Sherlock nodded at Daphne, then touched a chair with ease, sat down, and picked up the teapot and teacup, which was pouring tea here, and found a person sitting in front of him, and looked at himself with a complicated gaze, and frowned, and was about to speak, but his eyes were also fixed on my face, and he was stunned, and the teapot in his hand was forgotten to take it, and the tea slowly filled the teacup, and then flowed down the edge of the cup, not only wetting his cuffs, but also soaking his crotch.

It took a long time for Sherlock to come to his senses, and he threw the teapot and cup on the table, screamed, jumped up from his chair, and slapped the water stains on his body repeatedly.

However, there were too many water stains, and they happened to gather in his crotch, making it seem as if he was incontinent.

He frowned, glared at the crotch of his pants, then raised his head, his eyes were as round as glass balls, and he lost his voice: "You...... It's you! ”

"Long time no see, old sir," I stood up with a smile, stretched out my hand, and said politely, "How have you been?" ”

Sherlock reluctantly shook my hand, and Mr. and Mrs. Mavreo were surprised to see this, and Mr. Mavreo walked down the ladder to the two of us, and asked, "Do you know each other?" ”

I smiled and nodded, "Yes, he helped me mend the knife." ”

"Oh," Mr. Mavreaux nodded, "Mr. Sherlock did work as a knife maker for a while, but then changed careers. ”

Hearing the words 'change careers', Sherlock's face turned blue.

Mr. Mavreaux looked at Sherlock's face quietly, and pondered the way Sherlock looked at me, and suddenly seemed to understand something, and said in surprise: "Could it be that Mr. Sherlock gave up the knife repair business because...... Little girl's boyfriend? ”

Little girl's boyfriend?

After hearing this title, my whole person is not good.

Sherlock nodded with an ugly face, and at the end, he looked at me and said slowly, "After that, how long did you use that iron bar?" ”

I smiled, gave a thumbs up, and said, "It's all about the master's skills, and I've been using it for more than a year and almost two years, but unfortunately I'm still overwhelmed and broken in the end." ”

After hearing my words, Sherlock's face softened slightly, and he exhaled and said, "You are the first to be able to use iron bars as knives, but thanks to you, I understand the hardships of the world." ”

Before he could finish speaking, Mr. Mavreaux said, "The current Mr. Sherlock is already a master foundry, and the weapons he created are praised and snapped up. ”

Sherlock listened to Mavre's praise of him, and his face became much more relaxed.

"A master is a master," I bowed politely and said, "I just don't know how the master's methods compare to those of dwarves and goblin forging masters?" ”

As soon as he heard that he was compared to the dwarf and the goblin forging master by me, Sherlock's face instantly calmed down, and his color disappeared, and after a little contemplation, he twisted his beard and said: "If you compare it with ordinary masters, my skills can be a teacher, but if you compare it with Master Claude, it is far behind." ”

"The Master has met Master Claude?" I was surprised.

"I've had a few encounters."

I asked urgently, "Then dare to ask the master, can you still contact Master Claude now?" ”

Sherlock squinted at me, his eyes filled with doubt.

I suddenly felt that my tone and attitude were not appropriate, and I immediately bowed down and changed my words: "That's the case, my stepfather has been looking for Master Claude's whereabouts, hoping to take his old man back to his homeland and raise him, after all, Master Claude is the national treasure of Vechburg, in case of any accident, it is not only a loss to the forging world, but also a loss to Vechburg." ”

(End of chapter)