Mo Tie looked at the two people in front of him, and always felt that there was something strange.

In his speculation, there are other secrets between Lawrence and his brother, otherwise Lawrence's physical characteristics would not be so strange.

Isolda's sadness seems to have stopped at the death of her brother-in-law, not her former love.

"By the way, I remember, there is also a piece of paper next to this little wooden shield, like a letter to someone, I don't know if it was written by your brother."

Mo Tie made a look of "suddenly remembered", took out the letter that Mikael had written to his second brother, and handed it to Lawrence.

Suddenly, Lawrence's eyes showed deep fear, as if he didn't expect his brother to die on the spot, and there was still time to write a suicide note.

Mo Tie shook the letter in his hand and motioned for Lawrence to take it.

"Uh, sorry, I can't believe it." Lawrence, realizing his gaffe, explained a little, unfolded the letter and read it.

"Lawrence, was it really Mikael?" Isolda's face stiffened slightly.

Lawrence frowned and said, "This is the script of the continental script, and I can't tell if it's Mikael's handwriting." But it's so strange that it doesn't look like Mikael wrote it at all. ”

Isolda took it and looked at it, sighed happily, and said, "Thank you very much for what you have done, Mr. Ain, but this letter should not have been written by Mikael. The Mikael we know is not as ...... as the person who wrote this letter Odd. ”

Mo Tie smiled slightly, and said nonchalantly: "It's okay, I don't know how to read, I just saw that this piece of paper was next to the wooden shield, so I brought it back with me." ”

"I see, Mr. Ain is such a thoughtful man." Isolda said with emotion.

Lawrence's heart beat slowed down and he became less nervous, and he thought to himself: it was fortunate that this man didn't know how to read, and didn't seriously rummage through the cave, but only took this piece of paper.

Tarion once told him a little about the orc lair, and the half-orc stuff was always piled up in a mess.

If Mikael had the chance to write a few words, he probably wouldn't have happened to be right next to the wooden shield.

Lawrence felt that in a sense, he should be grateful to Mo Tie, and the thing he brought back brought back brought Mikael's affairs to a perfect end.

"Okay, now that the matter is settled, then I'll go out first." Mo Tie finished breakfast and stood up,

"I happened to go to the blacksmith's shop to see how my shortbow was doing. Lawrence, I'll probably not be back until the evening, you can put dinner in my room first, and I'll trouble you. ”

Lawrence said "gratefully," said Lawrence, "Okay, Mr. Ain, is dinner still the same as last night?" ”

Mo Tie nodded and walked out of the room.

Lawrence and Isolda, who were behind them, looked at the small wooden shield on the table, sighed in unison, and then moved to pack it into the storage box.

Mo Tie came to the blacksmith shop where Mo was forged, and the sound of bellows whirring.

When I walked in, I saw that Forging Mo was melting an unknown piece of black metal.

"Forging Mo, have you already finished your order?"

Mo Tie said with concern.

"I got it all done last night, start building your shortbow today."

Forging Mo replied in a muffled voice, her voice so thick that she couldn't tell that she was a female dwarf at all.

"Can I observe your casting process?"

Mo Tie said sincerely.

Forging Mo thought about it, and probably felt that even if an elf saw her craftsmanship, he would not be willing to make herself dirty, so he agreed.

After forging Mo's explanation, the black metal was the Star Meteorite Ingot, a meteorite from the stars, with amazing strength and flexibility, and was the best material for building a strong bow.

The reason why she kept it was because she didn't want to waste it on armor at will.

"Can you add this piece of Mithril to my bow?" Mo Tie took out the Mithril he had received from the orc leader and asked.

"Mithril!"

Forging Mo screamed in surprise, the action of pulling the bellows in his hand stopped, and he looked at the small piece of metal in Mo Tie's hand in amazement, as if Smaug had seen gold, and his eyes were reluctant to blink.

Mo Tie threw Mithril over, and Mo Mo scrambled to catch it, as carefully as if he were catching a glass, completely forgetting that this was Mithril, which was known for its hardness.

"How? Can it be added? Mo Tie cares about this.

Forging Mo was admiring the pure light of Mithril, and was suddenly stunned: "Add it?" Hey, yes, if it is combined with the star meteorite, the pull of the bow can be increased by a large margin, and even you can't easily pull the bow away. ”

When Mo Tie heard this, he became interested: "Is it so powerful?" ”

"Yes, while you can easily lift my furnace, I don't think I can fully pull the Mithril-infused bow with ten more of you."

After estimating, Forging Mo said, "If you really create a bow like this, I think you can use it as a weapon, and it will not be a problem to fight against other people's sledgehammers, what kind of arrows can you shoot." ”

Mo Tie's eyes lit up, by the way, if he directly designed the bow in the shape of a knife or sword, he could completely use a weapon to achieve a long-range and short-range all-round attack.

As for how to design it, you have to think about it.

Forging Mo didn't expect this kind of operation, and he was also interested in Mo Tie's thinking for a while, and the two of them sat down to discuss.

After an afternoon of brain explosions, two long knives with curved curves were finally designed, and when the hilts were twisted together, they could form a longbow.

According to the meaning of forging Mo, such a strong pull force is no longer suitable for the form of a short bow, so simply use a longbow, and at the same time increase the length of the two knives, so as not to sacrifice too much melee kill range.

"Alright, now you can come up with a name for this unique weapon." Forging Mo picked up the design drawing, shook off the rubber scraps on it, and said with satisfaction.

The more Mo Tie looked at it, the more he felt that this weapon was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it for a while.

"Hey, Xiaotie, it's been a long time since you've been online, come out and brush up on your presence."

It doesn't matter if you can't remember, you still have a system in your head that scans memories.

"Hmm...... Well? Xiao Tie looked a little confused.

…… Are you stupid? Mo Tie complained silently.

"Oh, looking for something, you wait, I'll go look through your memory bank."

Xiao Tie finally came back to his senses, threw down a sentence and ran away.

"Hey! Does this kind of thing take a long time? Haven't you already scanned my memory? ”

But Xiao Tie just didn't respond.

Helpless, Mo Tie had no choice but to say to Forging Mo: "I haven't thought of the name yet, and it's not too late to start again when it is built." ”

Forging Mo shrugged his shoulders and said it didn't matter.

When Mo Tie walked out of the blacksmith shop, Lawrence was entering Mo Tie's room with a meal.

A copy of "The Queen of the Wolf's Heart" on the bedside met his eyes.