As the most prestigious blacksmith family in the North West of Scotland, the Robertson family has handed down many poems about sword-making. One of the most famous ones says this:

He could be heard picking up a heavy sledgehammer, rhythmically and slowly.

Like a church clerk ringing the evening bell.

When the sun is setting to the west, if you look into the house from the open door; They love to see the red fire, and they love to listen to the roaring bellows,

Catch the sparks that burst out, like the chaff that flies on the threshing floor.

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It was a nondescript street shop, with a tattered wooden door leaking through the air and two pieces of glass shattering from the window. I finally found a piece of worn-out kraft paper, barely blocking half of it.

Dai Lan reached out and pushed the door open, and the smell of pig iron, vegetable oil, and alcohol came to his nose. Truth be told, the taste of vodka is the main thing.

Half-asleep and half-awake, Uncle Signori opened his red eyes. The stiff neck connected to the head, like a freeze-frame character on film, stupid, unable to say a word.

His calloused and mud-stained hands trembled and picked up the bottle, and after taking a big sip, he said indistinctly, "Who is here so early in the morning, my poor man?" Can't you be late, but it will disturb my good dreams. ”

His English accent is typical of Italy, and when he speaks, it's like singing. Fortunately, in the 21st century, Dai Lan has many classmates from all over the world, and he has become extremely accustomed to various accents.

When Dai Lan came out of Newell's Pharmacy, it was almost noon, and now the sun was setting in the west, and his stomach was starting to bark. He rolled his eyes and said angrily, "My dear Uncle Signori, you are now a ginseng soaked in wine!" ”

Signori wiped his eyes with his oily sleeves, looked at it for a long time before he recognized who it was, coughed and spat out thick phlegm, and pouted: "Oh, it turned out to be Dai Lan." Why, it's time to go to the de Broglie tavern for a drink in the evening? Damn, the day went by so fast! ”

Dai Lan had already begun to wonder if coming here to find the alchemy furnace was the right choice.

He glanced around at the little blacksmith shop, the shelves were stacked with pots and pans, and there were a few black iron swords hanging on the opposite wall.

The only iron stove on the right-hand side, the bellows was halfway open, and a few red-hot charcoal sticks were poked in the stove below.

Seeing no hope of making a special request for the stove, Dai Lan was a little discouraged and planned to turn around and leave. But I still asked: "I want to make a small iron stove, I don't know if there is any ready-made here?" ”

At that time, the medieval magic circle and the medicine refining circle had a jargon for the medicine refining furnace, which was called a small iron stove. Due to the prevalence of alchemy, almost all blacksmith shops were required to be designed and built.

Hearing the small iron stove, Signori woke up halfway, licked a few drops of vodka on the side of his sparse beard, and quipped: "What, we are going to refine the medicine by ourselves?" It's a really interesting thing. Don't blame me for not reminding you, after living for so long, I haven't seen a person who has successfully changed from a knight to an alchemist! ”

Dai Lan snorted in his nose, shook his head helplessly, turned around and opened the door and walked out.

As he walked, he sighed, "I knew I shouldn't have come here." It is estimated that you will not be able to make a furnace with a rated air pressure of 10,000 tors (editor's note: equivalent to 13 atmospheres in modern times) and a controlled temperature. ”

Suddenly feeling a pair of big hands behind him firmly grasping the placket of his short shirt, Dai Lan turned his back to Signori and made a sly smile, only then lazily turned around and said impatiently: "What are you pulling me for?" I'm going to try my luck at Lao Wang's blacksmith shop next door! ”

Signori's eyes widened, and his wrinkled face flushed. He raised his legs a few times on the spot, pulled his beard with both hands and shouted: "What kind of good family can the old king next door make!" You're so insulting! ”

After saying that, he spared himself several times, and Dai Lan made him a little dizzy, so Uncle Signori stopped, put his face to Dai Lan's ear, and asked in a tone of voice, "What is the maximum furnace temperature?" ”

"Thirteen hundred degrees."

"Huh?!" Uncle Signori narrowed his eyes, pouted, gritted his teeth and asked, "What about the accuracy of temperature control?" ”

"Plus or minus two degrees."

"What! Oh my God, you're such a greedy fellow! No one has ever made such a request to me, an old man. Do you need an observation window? Uncle Nu said.

"That's indispensable, upper, middle, and lower!" Dai Lan raised his head, looking like you would never be able to do it.

Uncle Signori snorted a few words and began to circle the room again, and on a few occasions the remaining embers from the iron-making furnace nearly burned his pants. And his mouth kept popping out of Italian that Dai Lan didn't understand.

After a full five minutes, Signori suddenly stopped, and instantly returned to his usual half-asleep state. Said leisurely: "Ten gold louis, not a little less." ”

"You're a robbery? You're robbing. You're a robbery! "This time it's Dai Lan's turn to go crazy.

He could never have imagined that an iron stove would cost so much money. Compared to the two and a half silver crowns just now, this stove is really astronomical!

Signori poured two more sips of vodka, spread his hands, and shrugged his shoulders, the meaning was obvious: you are too expensive, then I can't help it. If you go to another house, no one can do it.

Dai Lan was really uneasy, and asked, "You have to show me the design drawings first, right?" ”

Uncle Signori smiled, put down the wine bottle, and dragged out a red mottled iron furnace of about one cubic meter from under the bed by holding on to the wall, which was rusty and could be kicked away with a single kick. Originally, there were four legs, but one had been lost, and the remaining three stood asymmetrically. Even the side wall of the stove has at least two large holes.

But the uncle took it as a treasure, wiping the dust back and forth like a woman touching himself, and kept muttering Italian. Finally, he said, "Just use it to transform it." ”

Dai Lan used a long-time strategy, which was both a radical method and an emotional card, but he got this broken copper and iron, and his heart seemed to have fallen into a 10,000-year-old ice cave, and he asked unwillingly: "You didn't fool me, did you?" Can this guy work? ”

Uncle Signori waved his hand: "You don't have to worry about this, come and pick up the goods in three days." ”

Dai Lan gritted his teeth, stomped his foot and took out two glittering gold louis from his bosom and threw them next to the vodka on the table, and turned to leave.

His words floated in through the door: "Uncle Signori, if you can't handle it then, I'll take care of you!" ”

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