After going around 4 or 5 bookstores in succession and collecting a large number of books, Qiubai's strange actions finally stopped.

After that, they carried out the first place of supply...... Food and drinking water, but this kind of "bulk material" does not need Qiubai to resist himself, after paying the money and designating the location, the store will naturally send things over.

And for some reason, they are particularly active, as if they are rushing for time...... What's the rush about this, if you can't finish it today, you can wait until tomorrow to continue, right? Do you still pay attention to selling vegetables today?

After a day of wandering, it was already early evening.

"It's here, it's supposed to be here."

After completing the established matters, Qiubai and Monet did not directly regret it, and they stopped in front of another store.

It may not be accurate to say that the store is not even a sign, and the door is closed, because he is holding a lot of things, Qiu Bai tilted his head quite hard to glance at the note in his hand, and after comparing the address marked on it with the location here, he made sure that he did not come to the wrong place.

Coming here was only a temporary idea, he had heard about an excellent swordsmith living in the city while shopping, so he decided to come and pay a visit...... Maybe he felt that this time should find a sword that really belonged to him.

Of course, it also needs to be seen whether the swordsmith here is really a swordsmith.

But doesn't it look like it's open?

Qiubai just wanted to stretch out his foot to "knock on the door", but he didn't expect a short and hoarse voice to come into his ears:

"Enter!"

The door was opened from the inside, and Qiu Bai and Monet glanced at each other and entered the plain room.

Qiu Bai put down what he was holding, and the first thing that entered his eyes was the image of a "swordsmith": short hair, round face, short body, full of furrows, and thick limbs......

It doesn't quite fit the image of an oriental master, but it's ...... Don't judge this by appearance, after all, the legend says that dwarves have always been small masters of forging.

There was a scorching smell that bubbled throughout the room...... I think there is a long-lasting flame burning in the sword furnace behind me.

Let's look at the layout of the storefront...... A large number of naked knives of different lengths were placed in a mess, completely different from the neat placement of the weapon shop, and even Qiubai felt that he had no way to get his feet.

Well, here is a workshop.

However, I have to admit that sometimes the smell of iron is also very fascinating.

After beckoning the two of them in, the man sat down to work on the side again, apparently repairing a knife.

Does that mean let yourself look at it casually? Craftsmen always have various temperaments, and masters are especially withdrawn...... I don't know if this is Qiubai's illusion, but he doesn't know how to write the word polite.

His eyes wandered around the room, and then soon one of the few knives that was completely finished and fully decorated caught his eye.

So without saying a word, he went over and picked it up...... The delicate touch immediately makes people think that this is a famous weapon, and the fineness of the work makes people wonder if it is from the hand of this "dwarf".

Thinking like this, Qiu Bai couldn't help but cast a curious glance at the other party, and the latter's sense seemed to be quite keen, and he directly raised his head to meet Qiu Bai's gaze.

"Can I try my sword?" He immediately asked.

The other man looked him up and down for a moment before nodding.

After seeing that the other party had no opinions, with a slight and continuous friction sound, Qiubai pulled out the knife.

The shiny reflection on the blade and the mesmerizing curvature all speak to Akibaku's previous judgment that this is a good knife...... As for how good it is, it's hard to say for the time being.

"Goemon."

"Huh?"

"Goemon, the name of this sword." The other party explained again.

"Goemon Gate...... A nostalgic name. Turning the blade of the sword, I could see the inscription on it, and it was indeed written with the four characters Goemon.

The cutler heard Qiubai's emotion and looked at it again.

"It's nothing, it just so happens that one of my favorite swordsmen is also called Goemon."

As he spoke, Qiubai put the knife back into its scabbard, and then drew it and struck it at a straw mat standing in the middle of the room...... Without any sense of obstruction, the straw mat was easily cut in two.

"Hmph, chopping some boring stuff again."

Well, after hearing the name, Qiubai just wanted to say such a line, and after achieving this boring purpose, he put the knife back again.

"I heard that Your Excellency is the best swordsmith in the country, and if I want to customize a suitable sword, I don't know how long it will take." Qiubai turned to face the knifesmith and said.

"Swordsmith? No, I'm just a swordsmith...... Follow me. ”

The private order is a big job, and the other party put down the work in hand, and then turned around and left the place through the back door.

Qiubai also followed directly behind the other party.

Behind was an empty courtyard with a long table covered with felt almost from one end of the yard to the other.

The cutlery walked over to the table and untied the felt cloth on it, revealing its contents...... More than 1,000 knives of different lengths, widths, and arcs.

"This ...... You're not going to let me try them all, are you? Qiubai suddenly had the feeling of going to the optical store to get glasses.

The knifesmith nodded, then pointed to a stake in the middle of the courtyard...... It is 4 meters high and more than 1.5 meters in diameter.

"This ...... Full? Qiu Bai picked up the knife in front, and then was a little overwhelmed, although this wood looks thick and long, it is not difficult for a swordsman to cut, right?

"Full force." The swordsmith said, "This is the Tianxing South konjac, which is constantly chopping." ”

Well, it seems that this thing is more special, and Qiubai will cut it with peace of mind...... "Tut!" Sure enough, the sound of slashing the wooden stake was very special, and the blade of the knife was stuck after only cutting a little, and there was no situation at all where Qiubai imagined that the knife was cut in two.

The cutsmith came up and looked at the marks of the incision, and then said, "Change the number 38." ”

And after Qiubai found No. 38 and cut it a few times, he said: "Change No. 438." ”

Qiubai's initial feeling is not a problem at all.,This special meow is wearing glasses.,It's still the most primitive method.。

But that's why Qiu Bai came to this kind of place, although he has the ability to construct, he is not a professional. With the continuous instructions of the swordsmith, the knife in Qiubai's hand gradually developed in a heavier and more slender direction.

And after working until midnight, after continuous adjustments, the thing Qiu Bai finally got in his hand did not look so much like a war knife, but more like a ritual knife that could only be used for decoration - there was only one gratitude for this thing at a glance...... It's too long.

If you really make a knife according to this shape, you will easily make a demon knife.

Qiubai kept trying to wave the bamboo pole in his hand, and he felt quite comfortable.

"And how long will it take to build this thing?"

He just asked casually, and at this point, he didn't need what the knifesmith was doing anymore - simply by knowing the "degree", he could already make his own glasses.

The swordsmith glanced at the moonlight, and then said the longest sentence since Qiu Bai came here, "You can go back, whether you really need this knife is another matter, if you can still come to me tomorrow...... Anyway, please come back tomorrow. ”

So Qiubai was driven out in such a daze, what does this mean? Sounds like there's a possibility that it won't come tomorrow?

But he really didn't have any plans to come back again.

"Fogged up......"

After coming to the street again, Qiubai realized that the fog had covered the city, and the moonlight had been obscured.

In the kingdom of Rommel at night, there are only dim lights on the streets, but no pedestrians can see them except for Qiubai and the others.

I always feel like there will be something evil in this atmosphere.