Colwell finished early today, after all, he had already harvested a lot of things, and he needed to take a break and prepare for tonight's goal. Stepping over the last puddle of mud, Colwell came to the door of his quarters, "Hey, little ghosts, I'm back." Why didn't you know to come out and welcome me? We brought you gifts back? Arthur and Alice. Cowell pushed open the door but found that the atmosphere was a little weird, and no one came out to greet him at this time, and the room was quiet and terrible.

Could something have happened?, Cowell hurriedly pushed open the door and walked into the room, only to find it empty. Looking at the neat room, there is no trace of passivity. Cowell looked left and right, and they hadn't come back yet? Since Cowell adopted them, they had arrived at their residence on time every time they came back from school, and there was not a single case of leaving early and returning late. Could it be that something is wrong? Cowell knows that what he has done has made many enemies, and although he has been careful to hide his tracks, it is inevitable that the enemy will not catch clues and find here.

Could something really be wrong? Cowell was suddenly a little anxious. It's just that when he wanted to look for clues in the room, a "bang" sound came from behind him. Cowell turned quickly with murderous intent on his face, the dagger hidden in his hand was already in his hand, and he launched an attack on the source of the sound.

"Ahh "Cowell, what are you doing here?" said Alice, who was standing behind Arthur, cautiously.

Looking at the children who were frightened by him, Cowell was also shocked for a while, and the dagger was still across Arthur's neck. "Cowell, you scratched me. Hearing Arthur's cry of pain, Colwell saw that the dagger had cut Arthur's neck open, Colwell put the dagger away with embarrassment, and then squatted down and said to Arthur: "Arthur, I'm sorry, I thought something happened to you, but I didn't expect ......"

"Hmph, Cowell, you're not good like this. Alice walked up to Cowell and punched Cowell in the chest with her small fist, "Do you know it's your birthday today, we're ready for today." Looking at the group of children in front of him, Cowell happily picked up Arthur and Alice, "You little kids still remember my birthday! Thank you!" Watching the other children put the cake on the table, Cowell felt that his eyes were a little moist, well, it should be the wind blowing into the sand, Cowell thought.

"Cowell, hurry up and blow out the candles and make a wish!" Alice, who had been put down, urged, Cowell looked at the child in front of the table, and then smiled: "Today is not only my birthday, but also the birthday of this family, so it's also the birthday of all of us, let's blow it together!" "Ah, Cowell, you are so cunning, so there will be no birthday present for my birthday!" Alice wrinkled her small nose and said dissatisfiedly.

"Who said you don't have gifts? I don't know where Cowell hid the gift on his body, but he took out many small dolls from behind his back, kings, knights, and princesses. The children cheered as soon as they saw the gifts, and Cowell gave them to the children one by one, and then waited for them to fiddle with them for a while. Cowell shouted to the children, "Angels, we're going to blow out the candles." ”

As the wish ended, twenty-two lit candles were blown out, and this room, which was shabby on the outside and warm on the inside, was now a sea of joy. There was a happy smile on everyone's face. It's just that in the corner of the muddy alley, a poisonous tongue-like gaze is watching the house.

Following

Arthur thought about it and decided to go to the dwarven blacksmith shop, now he didn't care much about the original entrance of the beasts, now he just wanted to see the sword being forged with his own eyes, so as to comfort Joseph's spirit in the sky.

There are still a lot of people on the streets, even in the early morning. When Arthur arrived at the blacksmith's shop, the sun was already shining. Lifting the curtain, Arthur walked into the blacksmith shop, only to find that the blacksmith was not there except for a bored apprentice who was lying on the counter to guard the shop. Arthur was about to ask where the dwarven blacksmith was, but the apprentice obviously knew Arthur, and when he saw Arthur come in, he hurriedly ran to Arthur and respectfully said, "Are you Lord Arthur?"

It seems that Master Clarence must have been forging the sword in the backyard, Arthur thought as he followed his apprentice to the backyard of the blacksmith's shop.

Although the front of the blacksmith shop looks small, I didn't expect the space in the backyard to be very wide, and what I didn't expect was that there was a living water in the backyard, and what was even more peculiar was that this living water was constantly bubbling cold. And next to this living water is a huge furnace, and the fire is blazing in the air. The scorching furnace, the icy spring water, the two heavens of ice and fire formed in this courtyard.

Beyond the cold fountain and the furnace, Arthur followed his apprentice to the place where Master Clarence forged his weapons. What I saw was Master Clans, who was short in stature but had knotted muscles. The muscles are bulging like a baby's fist, and the bronzed skin shines in the sun, making people feel the full power of life, especially when Master Clarence swings the hammer to drive the back muscles, and people feel that the strong power is hidden in the body, which will explode at any time.

Crook, who had informed Arthur of Clarence's thoughts that day, was still crouching beside Master Cranes, rhythmically pushing and pulling the bellows to keep the fire in the furnace stable. Watching one person hammer the forge, and the other pushing and pulling the bellows with the sound of hammering, Arthur knew that Master Clarence and Crook had been working together for a long time, so they would have such a tacit understanding.

The apprentice exited the backyard after leading Arthur to Master Clarence, and now he is not qualified to observe Master Smithing. Arthur stood in front of Master Clarence and watched intently as the dwarven blacksmith pounded the bars of his sword on the chopping board. Crook on the side saw Arthur standing in front of him and looked up and smiled for a while, and then continued to concentrate on pushing and pulling the bellows, while Master Clarence didn't seem to notice Arthur's arrival at all, and still pounded the sword bar, sparks flew everywhere.

As the sun moved from the east to the middle of the sky, Master Clarence finally put down his hammer and put the stellar blade back into the furnace to continue calcining. Then, he took the pouch of dry tobacco that he had set aside and walked to the chaise longue by the cold spring, and smoked his dry tobacco without looking at Arthur.

Crook smiled apologetically at Arthur, then stood up and walked over to Clarence and whispered, "Teacher, the guest is here." "How can I tell you, the strength and heat of the hammer are very important when you are forging, how can you be distracted? Let him come!" Clarence reprimanded Crook and looked at Arthur. Seeing that the odd-tempered Dwarven Master was finally willing to see him, Arthur came to Master Clarance and sat down on the chair that had been brought by Crook.

"Unexpectedly, if Master Gustamford Derek hadn't told me, I would never have thought that you were actually the prince of the Kingdom of Ovite. Why do you insist on asking me to forge this longsword for you?There are many skilled craftsmen in the kingdom of Ovit!" "Because of the lion's fang, and because I want the master to make a longsword suitable for my friend. Arthur said sincerely.

"It turns out that the sword is called Lion's Tooth, good name. The forging technique of that sword is something I have never seen before, and if you are not in a hurry to use it, I hope you can let me observe it for a few days, and if I can understand the mystery, the quality of this sword you ask me to forge can also be improved to a higher level. Master Crans knocked off the ash on the leg of the chaise longue and refilled the cigarette.

"I'm not here today to retrieve the lion's fangs, but to see how well the master has forged that sword. Arthur knew that Master Clarence had misunderstood, and hurriedly explained.

Klans didn't care, he spat out a smoke ring and said, "Why do you want to build another one when you have the good sword of lion's fang?"

"This is what I promised a friend, that I would give him a sword that he would look forward to!" Arthur had pain in his eyes.

But Clarence wasn't interested, he glanced at Arthur and then got up and walked to the fire, "Get your sword here in five days." With that, Clarence resumed his rhythmic hammering.

Arthur saw that Clarence had entered a state of concentration, and it was useless for him to stay here, so he said, "Since the master is so busy, then I will no longer disturb the master's work." With that, Arthur turned and left the backyard.

When he came to the front store, the apprentice saw Arthur come out and hurriedly ran up to see Arthur off. Arthur walked out of the shop and saw smoke billowing from the northwest corner of Banyas. Arthur curiously asks what it is, as if it was a fire. The apprentice explained with a look of disgust: "My lord, this is the pig pen in Banyas City. If there is a fire often, you don't have to worry about it. Arthur sighed, he understood that the pig pen he was talking about should be a slum and he didn't care anymore. After throwing a silver coin to the apprentice, Arthur walked out of the dwarven blacksmith shop amid the compliments of the apprentice.

Banyath City, inside Muddy Alley

The raging flames burned the dilapidated house at the end of the road, and the people living in the muddy alley simply indifferently emptied the perimeter of the house to prevent the flames from spreading to the other houses. No one thought to put out the fire, and no one thought about whether there would be anyone in the house who hadn't escaped, everyone just went on with their lives numbly, turning a blind eye to the fire burning around them.

And the troops in Banyas City who were in charge of fighting the fire did not show up after the house burned down, perhaps they felt that everything here was not worth saving.

If you give up on life first, even God will not be able to take you out of hell.