"Next, it's your freedom to go wherever you want. ”

Boro cautiously glanced around, although he was now in the capital, he still couldn't let his guard down on the gang who saw the money.

"Where are you going?" Lu Yiyi thought for a long time, but never thought of a good place to go, and instead asked Boro.

"I'll go to the blacksmith, you'd better not follow me, there's a good chance that the outlaws will reappear. ”

Lu Yiyi glanced at Bai Boluo, "If you say that, I have to follow you." ”

Lu Yiyi didn't have the slightest talent for fighting, although her physical strength was good, she basically didn't have the strength.

"This is left to you by Song Yifeng, take it, it should be enough for you to live in the capital city for a while. ”

Boro took out a small bag, which contained thirty hedrons, worth a total of three thousand coins.

It's perfectly enough to save some flowers.

"Goodbye. ”

Boro lost a word and immediately disappeared in place.

Lu Yiyi took the burden, she was not stupid enough to show her finances in front of people in public.

Boro inquired with a passing exorcist and easily found the location of the blacksmith's shop.

A stone house that was not very tall, with a dark exterior and a layer of light.

The gaps between the stones seem to be casually glued together with mud, but if you get closer, you will find that both the light on the surface of the house and the mud layer between the gaps are specially used to cool down.

In front of the door, there was a wooden shelf, on which were randomly placed all kinds of weapons, all of which were made of iron, none of which were made of mythril.

Boro had been to the blacksmith shop in the royal city before, so he thought that this one in front of him should be similar.

Pushing Heavy ......

"Strange," Boro remembered, the door of the blacksmith's shop in the royal city was a single piece of iron, and it was heavy.

And the one in front of me is very light, only a little hard.

The interior of the blacksmith shop was filled with the sound of clanging bangs.

There are far more craftsmen here, an old man scruffy, his beard curled together, and his hair looks like a hurricane-ravaged forest.

The old man didn't speak, just looked at Boro, holding a cigarette pouch in his hand, and spit out the cigarette.

"Excuse me......"

Boro doesn't know who he should be looking for at the moment, shouldn't he have a reception?

Boro took out the stone ball from the baggage,

"Mithril Rough Stone!?" the old man ran to Boro in three or two steps, not looking at Boro, just looking at the stone ball.

"Well, it seems that it is still a very pure Mithril rough stone, which can be compared to the usual garbage. ”

"Excuse me, who are you?"

"The person you're looking for. ”

The old man didn't even ask Boro who he was looking for, and directly asserted that he was looking for himself.

Apparently, he's either a master or an old madman.

"Then, may I ask, is the Mithril in this stone enough to make a sword?"

"It depends on what you want. The old man had been staring at the rough stone all the time, eager to plug his eyes on.

Mainly because it was the first time he had seen Mithril of such good purity.

"I wish it was a slender one that would fit right inside this sheath. ”

As he spoke, Boro took out the jeweled scabbard.

The old man's eyes seemed to be flashed by a bright light, and he blinked violently and blinked, and said with some uncertainty, "This is ...... Gemstones and crystals from glacial lakes?"

Boro didn't know what it was called, and Guna hadn't told her at first, but it did come from the Ice Lake clan.

"Ahh

Unintelligible.

"Is there anyone here who can help me get the sword I want?"

Boro looked around, he didn't have the slightest study of this line of work, let alone understand it, and at a glance, everyone's skills seemed to be much different.

"I'm afraid there's no one in this group who can make the sword you want. ”

The old man snatched the two treasures from Boro's hand and waved his hand behind him very casually.

"Leave it to Master Ben. ”

Boro wanted to step forward to stop it, but after thinking about it, he didn't have it anymore, and he couldn't make a finished sword composed entirely of Mithril with just such a small piece of stone.

The old man looked scruffy and eclectic, but Boro had a vague feeling that he might really be able to help him rebuild his life.

Making a sword was not an easy task, and the old man walked into a hut, and after about ten minutes, he came back again, and the rough stone in his hand was gone.

"You can go back and wait for the news, and then come back in two days. ”

"Two days?"

"It takes half a day to separate the rough stones, two days, which is still the fastest. Why are you still in a hurry?"

The old man looked at Boro and did not wait for him to answer.

"Even if you're too late to get back the rough now, I've already thrown it into the stripping bucket, and the next step will be directly into the furnace. ”

Boro didn't expect that this old guy wouldn't even notify himself, and now he said that he couldn't get the rough stone back.

"Forget it, as long as you can hit the sword I want. ”

Boro didn't talk much nonsense and asked the old man for the price.

The old man didn't think about it, and directly raised a palm.

"Thirteen spars. ”

......

Boro didn't understand what the old man's five fingers were saying.

"Thirteen spars," Boluo felt that this price was really too expensive, although he secretly robbed half of Song Yifeng's wallet, but it was only fifteen spars.

"It's up to you to use the Ice Lake Clan's gem crystal as a protective scabbard, so I'm giving you a super low price. ”

The old man stopped talking nonsense, he wanted to concentrate all his attention on his work.

After all, it is a limited resource to create a peerless magic weapon with the maximum use.

There must not be a single mistake, otherwise the total amount of Mithril may be reduced and the sword body will not be stable enough.

Boro walked out of the blacksmith's shop, and it cost thirteen hedrons to forge a sword.

Two spars live for two days, which is more than enough, but the only thing that needs to be cared about is whether the old man can complete it.

Boro returned to the hotel where he had stayed before, and because of the war with the Heunghwa Kingdom, the hotel was still open to the presidents and deacons who remained in the main capital.

As soon as Boro arrived outside the store, he saw two familiar figures.

Shenshi Chunshu was standing outside with the demon disciple Fu.

"It's finally time for you. Vu looked at Boro, her eyes had just recovered, and she had noticed Boro in the venue two days earlier.

"How's Rose?"

Boro was helpless, and it seemed inevitable that there would be another fierce battle.

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