Alan took the long sword and was very happy, after all, his father never allowed him to use a real sword, and now he finally has a real sword, although it is a little old, but if it is forged, it must still be used. With such hope in mind, Alun Xing hurriedly came to the market in the village of Mupa with the rusty sword in his arms.

The swordsmith looked embarrassed when he saw the sword that Eren handed over.

"You're so embarrassed for us, this sword is hopeless."

This is the only forging yard in Mupa. Not only is the workshop dimly lit and cramped, but it also has an antique atmosphere everywhere. Far from adding freshness, the smell of coke makes the place look even older. The high-pitched sound sounded like a bell, and by the fire not far from the forge seat, three apprentices were smashing the red-hot iron with sledgehammers. Unlike the big cities outside, there are no magic swordsmiths, some only have this most traditional craft, there is no rare ore casting, and some only the most ordinary ore casting. One of the three apprentices held an iron block with a tongs in one hand and a short hammer in the other. The other two took turns smashing their hammers with long handles against the iron. With each smash, a large number of sparks flew in all directions, and some even landed at the feet of Allen, who was a bystander a little farther away.

The forge was hot, not only was the charcoal fire burning in the furnace hot, but in the other corner, there were several apprentices pouring the entire molten iron slurry into the casting mold. It was very hot in the whole room, and Alan had only been here for a few minutes, and he was already sweating under his clothes. This hot feeling, to this day, he remembers very clearly, as if as soon as he remembers it, his neck sweats, and unlike the excitement and heat of the battle, this hot feeling is the feeling of a man sweating, and the excitement of the piece of iron that has been forged into a weapon.

Opposite Alan was a white-haired, deeply wrinkled, male blacksmith in his mid-fifties. The blacksmith was smoking a cigarette in his soot-dusted, dirty overalls. He glanced at the sword that Allen handed over, and touched it lightly with his fingers, as if evaluating the value of the sword, but in the end he still sighed helplessly,

"This sword is too old - this is the most common old style sword ever built after the first great war between Wang Cheng and the demons. You see, this sword has a lot of scars on its body, and even if it is repaired, it will be unusable, and its life is at the end of its life. ”

There are no elaborate decorations on this sword, just a very simple double-edged sword. There was a faint glow from the sword's body, and there were gaps all over the blade. At a glance, you can see that it is a sword that has been used badly. As the swordsmith said, the end of life.

"Is it really not repaired?"

A faint female voice rang in Alan's ears, and Eren looked at the place where the voice was in surprise, and this sentence seemed to ask his heart, which came from a girl standing not far behind Alan.

"I accidentally broke it while training, is it really really really not good?"

The girl seemed to have managed to squeeze out her voice to ask, but the smith who received her shook her head without hesitation.

"If you can't fix it, you see that this scar has penetrated the tip of the sword, and it's useless. If you insist on repairing, you can only melt the entire sword completely and reforge it. You don't want that, do you? ”

She nodded, her expression was a little sad, Alan glanced at the long sword in his hand, thinking that if he was forged again, although it would become a brand new sword, he would lose the memory of the original sword, this sword was his father's past, and he had experienced countless battles, this is the most precious thing about this sword, and it is absolutely not allowed to reforge or something! Alan looked at the girl, silently hoping that she would not agree.

"In that case, you give up. Besides, I don't have any sword repair work here. Saying that, he glanced in Allen's direction, Allen heard his words, so it was so, he didn't plan to forge this sword again, Allen picked up the sword and walked out of the workshop silently, behind him was the nagging voice of the swordsmith,

"I'm here in a forge house that specializes in casting swords from molds. Mass-produce fixed-shape swords to order, which is what I do in this workshop. Not only here, but even the real Duchy of Dax, and even most of the forge houses on this continent are like this. Only those nobles, or if you go to the royal city, the king's famous workshop will forge swords one by one. Of course, there used to be quite a lot of workshops that forged swords alone, but since the demons were raging, the times have changed. People only need to have a good weapon, and ordinary people who cares if it is mass-produced? ”

When Alan heard this, he couldn't help but turn around, and the girl put her arms together and let out a deep moan of 'hmm', as if she was thinking.

"Little girl, why don't you take this opportunity to change your sword? You're used to using this sword, but it's not a good sword. Judging from the performance of this sword, there is nothing worth giving up on. ”

The swordsmith's nature of sales is finally revealed, and he begins to persuade the girl to give up the old sword and buy a new one. Although the swordsmith's words were indeed reasonable, Alan looked at the long sword in his hand, and still couldn't accept that his master easily abandoned his long-term companion, and this feeling was like liking the new and hating the old. Obviously, the girl was the same, and didn't nod her head in agreement. Alan actually had a sense of relief that his attachment to the sword was so deep that the actions of others would also affect his own feelings.

"Master, this sword is a very special existence for me, if I can find a sword like this sword, which is a special existence for myself."

Although the girl's voice was still a little shy, it was obviously much firmer than before, and her words made Allen, who had already stepped out of the door, stop. Alan turned around and took a closer look at the girl who had impressed him. The girl wore a black dress with shoulder and chest pads, boots, and a pendant. This attire appears to be very light on the whole, but it is actually a required uniform for civil servants of the Independent Regiment of the Duchy of Dax, that is, members of the Principality's Order of Self-Defence.

"Since you are a civil servant of the Independent Regiment, you should have plenty of money, right? Actually, you can buy a slightly more expensive sword! And next week there will be a market in the main square, and it is also a good choice to go to the market to hunt for treasures, and I heard that the legendary 'magic sword' will also be on the road. (To be continued.) )