"Who are you?"

"I'm Dasty, the assistant here, huh, are you a guest?"

"Yes, I'd like to meet your boss, okay?"

"Okay, yes—huh?"

At this moment, Dusty suddenly saw a dark, thin, tall tree shadow beside the girl. When I looked closely, I realized that it was a noblewoman. The reason why Dusty mistook her for a tree was because the skirt of her dress hung down on the ground like a tree root, and the corners of her skirt swayed on the ground when she walked, so there was a lot of dust on it.

Her whole body was pitch black, and her long hair was also black with the wind, as if a large number of black snakes were hanging down from the top of her head, her black eyes looked down at Dusty without blinking, her purple-black lips that looked unhealthy were closed, and her slender limbs like dead wood stood on the ground. The expressionless face was somewhat terrifying, and it could be said unceremoniously that she was the most terrifying woman Dusty had ever seen.

"Well, I'll show you the way."

The arrogant tsundere girl and the taciturn lady, Dusty looked at the wonderful combination suspiciously, anyway, take them to the boss first.

"Uncle Terry, there's a guest coming."

"Wait a minute, Dusty and I'll be right away."

In the forge yard, an uncle named Terry sat in front of a slender square of wood, facing a knife. He never glanced in the other direction when he was concentrating. Dusty brought two chairs from the corner of the forge and invited the guests to sit down, telling them to wait a moment. The girl nodded generously and sat down, but the lady didn't know why she didn't sit on the chair and still stood.

Dusty returned to the main house, feeling a little strange in his heart. She has been in this forge for more than half a year, and in this half a year, she has seen all kinds of strange customers, and she thought that she was no longer shocked, but she was still interested in these two strange customers today.

After Dusty had made tea for the two of them, he brought it out. It was found that the girl was watching Uncle Terry's work with eager eyes.

"Tea, please."

Dusty brought the steaming teacup over, but the girl staring intently at Uncle Terry didn't notice it. The lady took the cup of tea with a soft motion.

"Ah, the tea is hot, please be careful."

The lady nodded quietly, held the teacup with the fingers of both hands, and took a sip. Only then did the muscles in her face move slightly.

"It's delicious."

She showed a shallow smile, a perfect smile comparable to a work of art, which made Dusty's eyes dazzled, and the gentle voice gently brushed the eardrums, Dusty became shy for some reason, and his little face turned red.

"Your name is Dasty?"

The girl stared at the movement of Uncle Terry's hand and asked, her gaze was still very enthusiastic,

"What are you bosses doing?"

"Ah, he's polishing it in the later stages."

"Post-grinding?"

"It's the final step of grinding. The final process of "fine grinding" to rest the texture of the blade, "wiping" to enhance the shine, "whitening" to polish along the edge lines, and "tip whitening" to refine the tip at the later stage of the knife tip are collectively referred to as "post-grinding". Now what Uncle Terry is doing is taking a step back to the left, sharpening the tip of the knife. ”

Uncle Terry placed the gauze paper made of high-quality Neiyun grinding stone on a wooden tool with cut marks called the 'grinding table', and then pressed the tip of the knife against it and rubbed it carefully, carefully and attentively. The sound of delicate handwork echoed softly in the forge and was Dusty's favorite sound, which she considered the greatest music in the world.

Uncle Terry just said it would be over soon. When Dusty and the others saw him, he was about to do his handiwork. Finally, Uncle Terry took out the grinding rod and sharpened it on the tip of the hat a few times, then raised the knife to observe, touched the surface with his fingers, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

Next, you need to skillfully add metal parts such as knives, handguards, bottom handles, and knife rings to the stems, and then wrap them in precious shark skin to prevent the blade and handle from slipping. A small hammer is driven into the nails, then wrapped in a non-slip handle roll, and finally some additional metal utensils - 'sheaths' are completed. Compared to making a blade that shines brightly and has an attractive machine, the handguard and handle are much easier to make.

――Actually, there is a process of "taking the inscription" before "sheathing".

The inscription is to give the sword a name and engrave it on the stem hidden under the hilt, but Terry omitted this step. Unless he forges a weapon that he is satisfied with, he will not take credit for it. Dusty knew what Terry meant by doing this. It was because she knew that Dusty's chest was a little hot, and it hurt her, and she had never been used to this kind of pain.

"You're the guests?"

Uncle Terry placed his knife across the table and finally looked back at them. His gaze shifted between the sparkling girl and the motionless lady, and then frowned. Dasty guessed his master's thoughts.

"I see that you seem to be outsiders, I don't accept batch customization of weapons here, if you need it, I can introduce a few mold casting shops to you, to ensure that the goods are good and cheap."

In the Ghost Clan, there are countless foundries, large and small, and the swordsmithing workshop where Dusty is located is only the most ordinary one among the many swordsmithing workshops - of course, this is what seems to outsiders, in fact, the swordsmithing workshop opened by Terry has a history of hundreds of years, and Uncle Terry is already an old man in his 200s, and his casting skills are the best in the entire continent of Arest. This was what Dusty's sister told her, and although since Dusty came here, all she had seen was the most ordinary forging techniques, but every time Dusty saw Terry forge a sword, she felt a sense of enthusiasm and excitement that she had never felt before. So she was convinced that Uncle Terry was the swordsmith she was looking for.

"It's so narrow here."

The girl looked around the forge for a moment,

"Let's go outside and talk, and don't forget to bring your knife."

After saying what she wanted to say, the girl and the lady walked out of the house together. The rest of Dusty and Terry looked at each other,

"Dusty, who did you bring back? Bizarre"

"All I know is that they are guests"

Dusty stuck out his tongue.

Terry sighed and stood up with the knife on the table.

Outside, the wind blows across the lawn, and under the blue sky, four people stand facing each other. (To be continued.) )