When the two came to the door of the plank house, Sehir had to cuff him to a beech tree to prevent the homeless man from escaping, but when he walked away, he gave him some water and bread.

"Have you always been so kind to prisoners?"

The Self-Defense Forces that Allen knew were acting vigorously and resolutely, and it seemed very different from what we saw today.

"He's sorry for me, I'm just doing what I can. Let's go. ”

Just as Sehir took the lead and came to the door of the house, and before he could knock, the door of the entrance opened by itself, and they were greeted by a lovely smile of a little girl.

"Please come in, please come in. Parker, there's a guest coming. ”

The girl shouted into the house as she got out of the way.

Sehir was startled by the girl who suddenly appeared, and she cautiously probed and looked in from the doorway.

"Huh?"

The first impression was 'so dark'. I don't know if it's because it's located in the 'Gray Forest', even in broad daylight, the room is still dimly lit, and you can barely see the interior furnishings.

"Guests? I'm not in the mood to receive guests today. ”

Alan followed behind Sehir, caught by the sudden sound coming from out of sight. Sehir, however, was clearly so engrossed by the look at someone's house that he didn't notice anyone approaching, and was startled. The two turned their heads to look, and only then did they find someone coming.

The curtains of the room were drawn, and the light came in through the windows, and the whole room was only slightly brighter. In front of the window, a young man sat in a chair, as if he was looking at something, holding several pages of paper with words written on them.

"Hello guest, I'm here to introduce you, this is my boss, Parker, if you need anything, please tell him, I'll pour tea."

The girl looked to be only 11 or 2 years old, dressed in dirty cargo pants and carrying a small cloth bag around her waist, and walked towards the depths of the room by herself without waiting for her boss's instructions. After the girl left, only Allen, Sehir, and the owner of the 'Briza', Parker, were left in the room. None of the three spoke, Parker and Alan looked at each other, silent, and the atmosphere was very awkward for a while.

"Hello, I'm Alan, Alan. Thiago, this is Sehir from the Self-Defense Forces. Canterlot, we've heard that your swordsmithing skills here are top-notch, and that you can repair any broken weapon, so we've come here to get your help. ”

Alan held out his right hand in a friendly manner.

Parker. Engzworth. ”

Parker's eyes were focused on the sword in Eren's hand, and then he glanced at Allen's outstretched hand, just a glance, and had no intention of getting up at all.

"Hello! I'm Sehir. Canterlot. ”

Alan saw that the other party had no intention of returning the salute, so he had no choice but to put down his raised right hand. Sehir on the side stretched out his hand to Parker again, and deliberately shook it slightly in front of Parker's eyes. But-

"I'm not used to this blunt way of greeting, I'm sorry."

The voice was calm, even a little lazy, and there was no sense of apology at all. Sehir hesitated for a moment, and slowly walked towards Parker.

"What, what?"

Surprised, Parker was startled by Sehir's sudden move and tensed up. Sehir couldn't help but grasp his right hand and shook it vigorously a few times.

"Hello."

As soon as she finished speaking, Sehir's hand was shaken off, but she didn't seem to care.

"Relationships start with greetings, which my father taught me, and never be sloppy."

Sehir's actions just now were obviously beyond Parker's comprehension, Parker looked at her and Alan with unfriendly eyes, and Alan sighed lightly, how could he have met an ignorant man and a persistent woman.

"What are you doing here?"

Just as Sehir explained his intentions, Alan looked around the room. This room is not spacious at all, there are no special items, all are some simple household items. As a craftsman's room, it seems a little too simple. That's when Alan discovered something.

"Then show me your sword."

Knowing what Eren was here for, Parker asked to see their matching swords. Although he doesn't seem to have a good temper, Parker seems to be willing to receive business that does come to his door. Alan untied his father's sword from his belt and placed it on the table in front of Parker, and Cershir hesitated and put the broken sword aside.

Parker pulled out Alan's longsword first, and put it back on the table with a single glance,

"If you are not saved, your sword has no life, even if I reforge it, it will be a waste sword, meaningless."

Parker said dryly.

"How can it be a waste sword? Just now, he used this sword to block the attack of the plate axe for me, and there are still sword marks on the axe! ”

Sehir was slightly excited, although she hadn't talked about her sword yet, Eren did use this rusty sword to receive the full force of the tramp's blow, if it was really a waste sword, how could it be possible.

"That blow was the final blow that cut off the lifeblood of this sword, this sword is dead, and there is no need to forge it again."

Parker shoved his sword in Allen's direction, refusing to help him fix it.

"Is this sword dead?"

Alan looked at the countless scars on the sword's body, and stopped his gaze at one of the scars,

"What is this?"

Alan reached out and stroked the scar, which was left when he received the homeless man's attack before, although the plate axe was also cut by Allen, but now that I think about it, it is indeed not the power of this sword alone that can be caused, but Allen's excellent sword skills are added to it, which will cause damage to the iron plate axe. Fingers slashed through the scars, a flash of light swept across the eyes, and with a 'bang', the long sword in his hand broke in two and fell to the table. There was a subtle sadness in Allen's eyes, and he carefully picked up the blade of the sword and inserted it back into its scabbard.

"I'm right, your swordsmanship can completely control better swords, I here from sickles, wood knives, shovels, long swords, broadswords, to farm tools, candlesticks can be customized, as long as it is metal supplies, but I don't make jewelry, only practical products. But since you're a swordsman, why did you choose me here? ”

Parker didn't mention his recasting skills. Alan looked up at him and said,

"I've only heard of it, but I'm convinced of the saying, 'The memory of the sword is the proof of the swordsman's ability,' and I don't know who said it, but I think that's the truth. If your reforged technique is true, then you are the one who can keep the memories for me, but now I have understood that the memory of the sword without a soul is long dead, thank you for your kindness, I think I may not need a new sword for the time being. (To be continued.) )