At that time, there were many legends from adventurers. They take on quests in the Adventurer's Guild and then freely form squads to kill and defeat the Orc and Demon invasions.

When I was a child, I used to tie straw into the shape of a mask and weave it on my face. Follow these adventurers, then pick up sticks on the side of the road and slash at each other. At that time, all the friends had the idea of being adventurers, and it was deeply ingrained in their hearts.

But every time my father came out to look for me at dinner, he saw me wearing a straw mask and holding a wooden stick. Dad used to say that you don't have to learn from those adventurers, and you don't know how to die when the time comes.

Later, when I grew up, I learned that our village is called Dahuang Village, which happens to be on the border between the Imperial City and the Moon City. This is the very center of the continent, and as long as you walk the shortest road from the Imperial City to the Moon City, you will definitely pass through our village.

As the name suggests, the Imperial City is the royal city of our human race, and it is the most prosperous and prosperous.

Moon City is the main city of the elves, and there is another kind of prosperity because of cultural differences.

And as Rhubarb Village is in the middle of the two city-states, there will always be countless passers-by. And I understood why my dad didn't want me to be an adventurer, or to venture out into the outside world.

According to Dad, we live in the very center of the continent. The royal city of the human race and the main city of the elven race protect us like the left and right protectors, and I, as his son, only need to learn how to pass on his blacksmith business when I grow up. It's good to develop step by step and reproduce, and everything else is death.

I sometimes ask my dad what the so-called inheritance is. Or where did Mom go? Dad would always look not far away and tell me that Mom had run away with someone else.

There is also a reason why Dad is the only blacksmith in the village, because the blacksmiths who want to make money have gone to the two royal cities or the more dangerous front lines. And Dad earns his main income by helping low-level adventurers who pass by to repair weapons.

As I said before, very few people buy weapons from Dad.

So what is earned is only a small profit, and the real ones who make money are those blacksmiths who are on the front lines of the war.

In fact, there is another reason for not making money, even if it is when the emergency person comes to Dad's shop to choose the weapon he wants to use. After looking at the lap, most of them will walk away disappointed, not because the weapons are not good. It's my dad who likes to decorate some strange things on the original weapon style, adding to the snake.

For example, the tail of the two-handed sword is also cut into an awl, and there have been adventurers who have held a two-handed sword and complained about how to use this thing? Isn't it just going to stab yourself if you're not careful?

Dad just smiled and said that the person who can use it will naturally buy it, but it is obvious that the person who can use it has not arrived.

At first, I thought my father was stupid, but later I realized that it was because the people who were willing to repair weapons and buy weapons at my father's shop were low-level adventurers who had just entered the industry or couldn't even dress well. A true high-level adventurer would never go into a blacksmith shop while passing through a village to hone his weapons. Because after leaving the city, the weapon must be the sharpest at all times, otherwise it is equivalent to going to die.

Of course, my dad was really powerful because I discovered it by accident, and once I was holding a dagger that my dad had just made. There was always a ring at the end of the handle of the dagger, and I asked my father what the ring was for. He simply said it was decoration, but then he inadvertently dared to ask the adventurer who thought he was passing by with a ring dagger. The adventurer told me that his profession was a scout, and that the ring was used to secure himself with a dagger embedded in the climbing surface when climbing a tree or a cliff, and then a rope was threaded through the ring. And the mercenary who said this has a large ruby and two small rubies on his mask, which can be regarded as a real high-level adventurer.

And the adventurers who came to my father's shop to repair were all bronze-grade, and I hadn't even seen a silver grade in so many years.

That's why I realized that Dad is really capable.