After a lunch break, Cynthia accompanied Isabella back to class, while Rodin was fine. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

With a high salary and such an easy job, he couldn't imagine it before.

Swordsmanship, bloodline power, and meditation practice were all fixed by him until the evening, and the afternoon time was free.

What should I do?

After thinking about it for a while, Rodin took out the swordsmith's token he had just received yesterday, carefully explored it and made a decision.

Before going out, he deliberately used belt buckles to firmly tie "Erwin" and "Odim" firmly on his back.

In the afternoon, the warm sunshine brings a little warmth to the cold winter day, and the colorful felt bags rustle in the rough grassland wind, as if playing a rhythmic lullaby.

The whole camp diffused with a lazy smell, and many of the inhabitants of the tribe carried a small pony stool from their felt bags and put it in front of the door, squinting their eyes comfortably and comfortably basking in the sun and blowing the wind, and when they saw Rodin passing by, they all grinned enthusiastically.

After questioning Baruch, he squinted pleasantly, spread his hands to catch the pulse of the wind, stepped on the neatly paved smooth stone road in the camp, and from time to time the smell of cattle and sheep and other livestock lingered on the tip of his nose, and turned around, and soon came to the southernmost part of the camp outside a yellow medium-sized felt bag, that is, the abode of the tribal swordsmith.

From afar, he heard the sound of a hammer striking the blade of the sword, which had a special rhythm, inexplicably giving people the feeling of sparks splashing and molten iron, making people feel that the felt bag must be an experienced and trustworthy elder.

Gray curtains inlaid with fur are tied on both sides, and the felt-wrapped doors are brightly exposed to the wind.

"Hello, is Elder Lexa here?"

The hammer suddenly stopped tapping, and a deep, neutral voice came from inside the felt bag.

"Come in and talk about something!

"Then bother. “

Rodin Shi ran into the felt bag.

It's like two worlds inside and out.

Suddenly, a scorching breath came to the face, making people can't help but be red and feel a trace of scorching heat.

But I saw that inside this huge felt bag, a middle-aged man with bare shoulders and shiny muscles was facing away from him.

At the same time, there is also a pair of black iron felt that has been devastated by time.

A cauldron that emits an astonishing heat, with a faint orange-yellow metallic solution within.

A furnace filled with burning charcoal and tongues of fire spitting.

There are also a variety of molds, casting hammers, and swords, axes, and bows piled up on the inner wall of the felt bag.

The most numerous of them are the dogleg scimitars, which are common in the convoy.

Rodin's arrival did not seem to have any effect on the middle-aged man, and he did not stop his work, and continued to raise the blade of the sword to observe it carefully, and then firmly clamped a burnt red sword on the iron felt with special fire tongs, and neatly placed it into a large vat filled with cold water.

I only heard a continuous explosion of "Zizi", and a stream of rich water vapor evaporated, which instantly made people feel like they were in the clouds.

After a few moments, the middle-aged man stopped working and turned around and wiped his hands with a dirty towel.

Rodin couldn't take his eyes off these simple movements, and he felt a little unfinished.

He was about forty years old, with shaved black hair that was less than half an inch long, not very tall, and muscular.

The cheekbones are prominent, the narrow eyes are shiny through, the top is a large hooked nose, the chin and upper lip have a slightly scruffy light cyan beard, and the lips are extremely thin, with a hint of tricky and cruel.

Although his eyebrows and eyes were crooked and he smiled kindly, it felt stiff and fake, as if he were wearing a human skin mask.

He suddenly sighed exaggeratedly, and roared in a comical bull voice,

"Ouch, isn't this the guy who just joined the tribe yesterday?

"Look at my memory, Rodin, right?"

"Well, you're not mistaken. ”

"I'm sorry, you didn't come at the right time, Elder Lexar just went out to buy a new ore. ”

"If you have anything to tell me first. ”

For some reason, Rodin inexplicably felt a trace of disgust for this person, or some kind of inexplicable emotion.

The most important point is that he did not find a tattoo belonging to the flint tribe on this middle-aged man, what does this mean?

This man was clearly not a member of the Flint Tribe.

Suddenly, one question after another popped up in my mind.

However, he quickly suppressed his chaotic thoughts and suppressed his restless emotions for the time being.

The vigilance in his heart rose but he smiled and asked, "May I ask who you are?"

"Oh, yes!" the middle-aged man pretended to be in realization.

He said to himself: "It's normal for an insignificant little person like me to not understand me." ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and said, "Contemptible Krusas, the assistant of Lexus Daddy, the swordsmith of the Flint Tribe. “

Rodin asked frankly, "However, you do not belong to the Flint Tribe. How can you hold such an 'important position'?"

"There was just a ritual baptism yesterday, why didn't you attend?"

The other party giggled and explained, "That's okay, maybe it was my firm heart to the Dao that moved Elder Lexa, and he made an exception to take me in." “

Instead, he said in a mocking tone: "I see caution and worry in your eyes, do you think I'm suspicious and don't believe me?"

"Why bother? Why should you be as sensitive and suspicious as an old man at a young age? Meeting is fate, if you have any questions or confusion, I think I can answer them for you. ”

Talkative and friendly, but he couldn't completely dispel the inexplicable emotions in Rodin's heart, he could only try to control them.

"Maybe it's because I'm having a convulsion and a delusion?"

He tried to believe in this middle-aged man who gave him strange feelings.

"Actually, it's not a big deal, I just wanted to ask for advice on the maintenance techniques of Elder Lexar's weapons. “

With that, he took out the bronze statue of the swordsmith.

Krusas only glanced slightly,

"It's really rare, the young people in the tribe are either going to herd and farm, fall in love with people, and are busy giving birth to offspring, or they have joined the demon hunting brigade to fight on the front line, these ancient swordsmith inheritances are about to rot and mold in their eyes, right? Or boring and boring. “

"Not many people have the patience and perseverance to go on these days. ”

Looking at his demeanor and tone, he did not sigh or ridicule, his expression was calm, but like a cold-eyed bystander from above.

His eyes immediately focused on the twin swords that Rodin was carrying, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.

"Since you have this heart, then we will definitely not fail you. Although Elder Lexus is not here, I also know a little bit about these simple techniques, so you might as well take off your sword and let me take a look. “

Rodin hesitated for a moment, then unslashed his twin swords in his expectant eyes.

Krusas suppressed his excitement and eagerly took it.

His hands gently brushed the rounded handle of "Erwyn", the bronze cold and textured hilt, and the straight and cold gauntlet, and his eyes were intoxicated, as if he was caressing his lover's body.

Rodin couldn't help but get goosebumps as he watched from the sidelines, but he also had a hint of admiration,

"This is the true sword lover, right?"

But I heard him murmur, "This is a sword with a story." Well, the quality is above and above, engraved with a demon-breaking inscription. ”

These words were so vague that Rodin did not hear them clearly.

As he spoke, he suddenly pulled out "Erwin" like lightning, and the light and shadow in the hot felt bag flashed, and a clear spring swept by, and "Erwin" came out of the sheath impressively, and the front was cold and cold.

Under the orange and yellow light emitted by the furnace, the sword body appeared even sharper and more domineering.

The flowing pattern on the blade of the sword seems to come to life, rippling in a thrilling winding arc in the flames of light, as if silently telling the mysterious past.

Krusas stretched out his large, rough hand and slid heartily against the spine of the sword.

"Hum, hum—"

Suddenly, "Erwin" let out a pleasant whisper, melodious and pure.

The originally lifeless sword now revealed a sense of anthropomorphic joy and excitement.

Yes, as if daywalking, Rodin clearly felt that "Erwin" was cheering happily, as if the young phoenix had returned home.

Find one's match.

"This—"

Rodin couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

He had heard the soft chil of "Erwin", but it was not as freewheeling, mellow and unhindered as it was now.

I can't help but be more and more curious about his identity.

Krusas solemnly placed "Erwin" on the weapon rack on the side, and looked at him as if sighing and reproaching.

"The sword is a good sword, weighing twelve pounds, about four feet long, two fingers wide, the spine about an inch thick, and the blade as light as paper. ”

"It is made of star iron mixed with blood jade stone and magic pattern steel, which has been repeatedly folded and forged. “

"It's rare that it has a special lethality to the demons of the Demon Abyss. ”

"Although it has gone through more than 100 years of wind and sand, and countless baptisms of battle, it is still sharp and sharp, and the iron is like mud. “

"It's a pity that I don't know how to meet the master, I don't take it to heart at all, and I don't know how to cherish it. There are some blemishes."

Rodin followed his gaze and found a few mottled black spots on the smooth sword.

"It's really a tyrannical thing, I really can't stand it!"

"Pick it up when you use it, and forget about it when you don't use it. It will never take care of one or two. “

"You know, for a swordsman, the sword is a second life. So you can only be counted as a force. “

"A sword, in the hands of someone who really understands him, can exert amazing combat effectiveness. “

"And in your hand it can only be said that the treasure is covered with dust, and if he had a spirit, he would surely forsake you. ”

Hearing this, Rodin couldn't help but feel slightly embarrassed and guilty.

In his eyes, no matter how good the sword weapon is, it is a foreign object after all, and it cannot compare to the reality of his own strength.

But it is true that they should not be "abused".

After counting down, Krusas drew another one-handed sword, Odim.

The sword was about three feet three feet long, much lighter than Erwin's, as thin as a cicada's wing, and narrower, also covered with moire.

It has a horn-like gauntlet, which is held in the hand impartially, light and fast, and looks extraordinary.

He judged first, and Rodin suffered again.

Is the sword of the Inquisitor of the Skyrim Inquisition mortal iron?

When he saw him, Rodin inevitably thought of the sturdy old man Leviathan, and his heart was gloomy.

After Krusas finished judging the twin swords, he didn't show any greed, as if the person with the intoxicated face just now was not him.

"Since you are the owner of the swords, it is your responsibility to take care of them. “

After speaking earnestly, he searched the cabinet inside the felt bag for a bottle of perfume-sized grease.

Next, under his guidance, Rodin personally applied the "sword oil" to the two swords of "Erwin" and "Odim".

The amount of application, evenness, maintenance frequency, etc. are explained in detail.

After finishing it, I looked at the two swords that seemed to be different from each other lying quietly on the weapon rack, and a sense of relief and pride arose.

"Do you still have this 'sword oil', can you give me more?"

In the face of Rodin's request, Krusas smiled incomprehensibly: "It is the secret skill of the swordsmiths of the flint tribe, and it is not a big deal. “

"Why don't you learn systematically and try to blend the sword oil yourself? Since you have chosen the path of a swordsmith and own this bronze statue, then Lexa will not refuse your request. “

"If you succeed in your studies, you don't have to ask for anything from others. “

"Moreover, sword oil is not only a type of sword weapon, but also has many sword oils with magical effects. “

The details of his conversation with Lincoln flashed through Rodin's mind, and he blurted out, "Spirit Oil?"

Hearing this, Krusas raised his eyebrows and said in surprise: "Hmm? Where did you hear this name? To tell you the truth, the Spirit Slaughter Oil is also a kind of sword oil, which is a holy product carefully blended by the swordsmith against the spirit monsters, which can greatly increase the lethality of the weapon against the spirit body. ”

The word "large" instantly touched Rodin, just imagine how wonderful it felt to smear a weapon that originally required a lot of effort to break through the monster's defenses, and after applying this sword oil, it was suddenly unstoppable, slaughtering monsters like slaughtering pigs and dogs.

Especially in the face of the arrogant demons that I have encountered, such as monsters that are naturally covered in heavy armor.

After a little longing, he thought that since the sword oil was a tribal secret, why could Lincoln make it?

Driven by curiosity, he blurted out and asked,

"Are these blending methods only in the hands of the swordsmiths of the Flint Tribe?

"It is said to be a secret tradition, and the sword oil mastered by each tribe is unique. But for various reasons, there should also be rumors in the outside world, but it is not as complete as the tribal swordsmith inheritance, and it is roughly a weakened castrated version. ”

"When Elder Lexa returns, you can apply for training with him. ”

"As an outsider, I can't master this secret legend, but I can give you a piece of advice. ”

"The inheritance of the tribal swordsmith, why not just call it a blacksmith. “

"Because weapon casting is not the core of it, no matter how hard the orcs try, they are always a cut behind the talented dwarves in this area. “

"And this inheritance can stand for thousands of years, and the sword oil can be said to be indispensable, which can be called the foundation of its existence, and it is also its unique charm. ”

"Swordsmith, swordsmith, to be precise, is the master of sword oil blending, by no means as simple as it sounds, after thousands of years of development, it has its own profound and unique, and the process of the same study is very difficult, which makes most of the impulsive and enthusiastic tribal young people retreat. ”

"If you're really interested in swordsmithing, then I'd suggest you specialize in sword oil blending, and you'll have a taste for weapon forging.

The blending of sword oil is a craft, and the forging of weapons is another, and people's energy is always limited. “

"After all, your main job is a swordsman and a strong man, not a blacksmith. ”

"Do you say, Rodin the Boy?"

Rodin was quite moved by the excitement after hearing this, no matter what the identity of Crusas was, this heartfelt analysis and suggestion was very pertinent.

But why does he, an outsider, know so clearly?

With that, Krusas quietly went to work again, polishing and polishing the blade of the sword just now.

With the sound of a hammer striking "da, da, da", Rodin fell into a brief period of contemplation.