A drunk, drunk, drunken dwarf pushed open the back door, leaned his back against the door frame, took a sip of ale from his cup, and shouted to the young clerk.

"Hey, Carlo, don't apologize to this adventurer, you idiot is not stupid to settle accounts!" He glanced at Dia, and then said angrily to Carlo: "I was really blind to ask you to be stunned, if it weren't for you taking care of your disabled sister alone, I would have fired you a long time ago!"

Carlo was stunned for a moment, then reacted, and quickly bowed to Dia, and said, "Sorry sir, I'm very sorry, and please forgive me for my mistakes." ”

Dia smiled, secretly thinking that this dwarf was still a little interesting, and pretended to scold the clerk on the surface to dissipate Diya's anger, but in fact, it revealed the life dilemma of this young clerk on the side, and wanted him not to embarrass the young clerk too much.

The dwarf overturned his usual grinning, mindless, frizzy and irritable attitude towards the dwarves.

Dia waved her hand and said, "It's okay. ”

"Thank you. With a deep bow, Carlo said, "Thank you for your magnanimous forgiveness, and may the dawn of hope shine upon you forever." ”

"Carlo, the teachings of Losanda deceive you young people who don't know anything, don't spend your days fantasizing about hopes, opportunities, things that are more false than the moon in the river Rodoson, which are far less real than golden coins. The dwarf burped and corrected, "So you should use your mind now and think seriously about how you can make more money so that you can eat a few more pieces of bread." ”

Carlo looked solemn and said, "No, the teachings of the sun god may not give me golden coins, but it is a beacon that supports me in the darkness to move firmly towards my goal. ”

"But if you don't have the money, you'll starve to death on the road before you reach your goal. The dwarf took another sip of ale and slammed the empty glass on the table, interrupting Carlo's rebuttal.

He turned his head to look at Dia and made a self-deprecating joke: "Adventurer, we only sell swords and shields here, and we only build swords and shields, don't ask me why, because I will never admit that I can't forge those things well." ”

With that, the dwarf laughed to himself, shook the ale foam from his beard, and continued, "If you want to make a club-based weapon, I have a suggestion. ”

Dia asked, "What advice?"

The dwarf pushed Carlo out and said, "This kid knows a guy with good blacksmithing skills, and he can build what you need." ”

"If you have an idea, let him take you. The dwarf glanced at his empty glass, reached out and slapped Carlo on the shoulder, and said, "It's closed today, I'm going to have a good drink." ”

"First, sir," said Carlo, "I do know a dwarven blacksmith, and I can show you the way if you wish, and if you don't need me to show you the way, I can tell you where he is, and you can go to him yourself." ”

"It's okay, you lead the way. ”

"Yes, sir. ”

Carlo then led Dia through the streets and into a remote alley.

A row of stone houses sits in the corner of the alley, and the rhythmic sound of bells and bells is heard from inside.

The ground near the stone house was covered with cinders, and the shed on the other side was littered with household garbage, scrap metal, and rotten wood, and it was affected by the dampness, emitting an indescribable stench.

Squeak, a big mouse slipped out of the wooden shed, and when he saw Dia, he was so frightened that he hurriedly ran back.

Dia frowned slightly.

Carlo was a little embarrassed, he scratched the back of his head, and said, "Sir, although this place is very dirty, the stone house owner's forging skills are far from being as bad as the environment here, in fact, it is precisely because he is immersed in forging that he ignores these. ”

"Sir, I'll knock on the door. ”

He walked up the stone steps, and just as he raised his hand, the door suddenly opened on its own, and a dirty little girl lowered her head, dragging garbage taller than her, laboriously walked out step by step.

Every time she walks, she steps on her right foot first, exerting all the weight and strength of her body on her right foot, and then puffs out her little face, hey, and drags the garbage behind her forward a little.

Her left leg was lame.

Carlo put his hand lightly on her shoulder and said, "Leave it to me." ”

She raised her head and blinked, "Brother, why are you here, it's not yet time for the dwarven uncle to close the door for drinking." “

"He drank early today. Carlo touched her head, then took the garbage from her hand, picked it up, and piled it up in the wooden shed.

"Sir, she's my sister, and our house is very close to here, so she usually comes here to do odd jobs. ”

Dia nodded, and glanced at the dwarf sweating in the stone house, forging the crimson iron with a sledgehammer.

Dia said secretly: There are also safety reasons, after all, it is very dangerous to leave a physically disabled little girl at home by herself.

As soon as Dia walked into the stone house, a wave of heat hit her, as if she was in a furnace, and even the air she breathed in was very hot.

He glanced at the two of them, whose faces were covered with sweat and their faces were flushed, and naturally blessed the imprint glowed slightly, transforming the heat wave near them into cool cold air.

Carlo and his sister looked at Dia in surprise.

"Are you Master Mage!?" Karlo blurted out, and as soon as the words fell, he quickly covered his mouth and glanced at the dwarf who was forging iron, for fear of disturbing him just now.

Dia nodded, not explaining that he was actually a druid, not a mage, because in the eyes of ordinary civilians who couldn't read all the words, as long as they could release magic, they were all mages, completely unaware that there were also many professions among their practitioners.

As if they hadn't seen them, the dwarves focused all their attention on the red-hot weapon embryo in front of them, hammering and hammering, completely unaware of what was happening in the accident world.

Dia didn't bother him, standing aside and watching quietly, Carlo was a little anxious, he could see that the rough embryo of this weapon had just been formed, and if he wanted to completely end the forging, quenching, tempering and other processes, I am afraid it would not be finished until tonight.

"Sir, I can take you to the back yard, where there are finished weapons that the Dwarven Master has already built. ”

"Good. Dia nodded, although he was going to stay in Salem City for five months, but these five months were not for fun, his cultivation plan was arranged by Leah, and even sleeping had to be replaced by meditation.

The three of them came to the courtyard behind the stone house.

A large number of weapons of all kinds were scattered on the ground, thrown in the yard like garbage, and they looked very messy.

There are swords, there are spears and hammers, and almost all common weapon types can be seen here.

Compared with the weapons shop just now, the gap here is simply a sky and an underground, a dirty and messy farmers' market, and a clean and tidy large supermarket.

Dia was a little speechless, aren't you afraid of being stolen by someone if you throw it so badly?And as a blacksmith, don't you even know how to make a weapon rack? Or are you too lazy to do it?