After all, Potlem's fist failed to hit the door panel of the blacksmith's shop, because just as his hand was about to knock on it, the door suddenly burst into flames, and the scorching heat made Potlem feel it clearly when he was close to the door.

The blacksmith was faster than his brain, and before he could realize what was going on, he had subconsciously taken two steps back and left the door, and then saw that the door of his blacksmith shop was really on fire.

The fire was very fierce and started very quickly, at first there were only a few small flames in the upper part of the door, but in the blink of an eye, half of the door was already in flames. By the time the bellows boy led the fat sheriff Greg to his side, the door of the blacksmith was covered in flames, burning in the raging fire.

"Son of a bitch's ......"

Porlem finally came back to his senses, and his first reaction was that the two crooks inside were setting fire to his house!

"What's going on, Potlime?"

The obese sheriff Greg was originally quite leisurely when he walked over, but when he saw the door of the blacksmith shop suddenly burning in front of him, he couldn't help but change his complexion, "Who is burning your house?!"

This is his jurisdiction, and if someone arson it here in broad daylight, it will be to make trouble for him! Especially during the time period when the festival is returning home, a large number of people are gathering here, and then they will take what they have seen and heard in the city to all directions, and the influence will be even greater, and the upper authorities will also grasp it very tightly at this time, and it will be much more troublesome than usual.

"Hugo ......"

The name of the Potlem newspaper stopped halfway through, he felt that the name was probably a pseudonym, and since the two of them were planning to do such a thing, it was definitely impossible to tell him his real name.

"Hugo?"

Greg didn't have the slightest impression of the name, and Potlime looked like he was talking about the wrong person without saying it in the middle of speaking, so he simply asked again, "Did you mess with anyone?"

He didn't say that it was okay, but as soon as he asked this, Potlem's anger suddenly rose, "You know me, as a good old man in the whole neighborhood, I won't say anything about the arrears of some neighbors, how can I mess with anyone!"

Greg thought about it for a while, and was about to say something more, but the young man with bellows turned his brain quickly, and shouted anxiously: "Let's hurry up and put out the fire first!"

This sentence immediately woke the two of them, and they were looking around to see if there was any water around them that could be used to extinguish the fire, when suddenly the water they needed came from the blacksmith shop.

A lot of water poured from behind the door, poured on the raging fire instantly made a popping sound, a large amount of water vapor white smoke evaporated, for a while can not see the scene clearly, fortunately today's wind is a little strong, the scene is also a door burned, the fire is really not big, so it takes not two efforts to blow away the white smoke, you can see the specific scene.

It stands to reason that in just a few moments, the door should have been half charred or lying on the ground, but no matter what the posture was, there should still be most of the door left, but strangely, in just a few moments, the door had burned to the ground—only a charred blackboard less than the height of a calf—and all the other parts were burned to ashes, a thick layer of ash.

Because it was so thick, it was piled up on the ground, and the wind couldn't blow it away for a while.

However, Portleme's attention was not focused on the burning of the door panels.

The door panel burned out, and an empty doorway appeared where the door was originally located, and the line of sight could be shot into the room at a glance, and a pair of eyes of Potlime now fell into the room through the doorway, firmly fixed to the ground, and could not be moved.

The same goes for Greg and the bellows boy.

At the center of the three of them' gaze was a crossed sword, lying quietly on the ground.

The shape of this cross-sword is striking—amazingly ugly.

To tell the truth, Portlem has never seen such an ugly cross sword in his life, and the conventional symmetrical shape is completely invisible on it, and there are irregular modeling designs everywhere, like a defective product that a drunk man beats out indiscriminately in a drunken state, which makes Portleme, a professional who has been working as a blacksmith for more than ten years, look awkward and uncomfortable.

Of course, ugliness isn't the point, the point of this cross sword is that its body is burning.

The flaming sword, which was something that Potolem had never seen before, but although he had not seen it, he had heard of it in many stories, and in those stories, such weapons had a uniform name - magic weapons.

It's a magic weapon!

The cross sword lying on the ground seemed to have lost its source of power, and the flames on the sword body were quickly extinguished at an even speed, but they did not collapse, and it looked as if the flames had re-entered the sword body, which also made the three gentlemen who were witnessing all this more convinced that this was a magic weapon.

It was only when all the flames on the crosssword had been extinguished that Potlime was finally able to look away from it and turn to the two men standing beside him: Hugo, the blacksmith who had borrowed the smithy from him, and his strong wife.

Hugo the blacksmith stood still, without the slightest expression on his face, as if nothing had happened, in the manner of a master, while his stout wife was holding on to the edge of the water tank at her side.

If Potlem's memory hadn't been miserabled by it, the woman's water tank shouldn't have been where it should have been—apparently the woman had lifted the tank over with brute force to extinguish the flames on the door.

Potlaim saw it all in his eyes, and his mind followed what he saw, and finally restored the whole thing from beginning to end: Hugo, the unremarkable-looking skinny old man, had borrowed his house and built something in it, which was the magic weapon Cross Sword on the ground! However, after the successful construction, I don't know if this magic weapon was out of control or they didn't control it properly when they were experimenting with the performance of the magic weapon, so the energy emitted by the magic weapon burned the door, and then the lady hurriedly extinguished the fire......

The three of them stood dumbly outside the house, and Norman and Ji Ruoxi were also standing stupidly inside, staring at them, and in Norman's heart, he was still thinking about what had just happened.

Just now he wanted to experiment to see if the spell he fixed in this cross sword could work, so he took the sword and started to try it.

Norman first experimented with spells as he usually would, and when he used his magic to channel the spell fixed in the crosssword, he found that there was no response.

This is not the same as the kind of unsuccess he had when he first started learning spells: his unsuccess at that time was only due to the fact that his own magic power was not enough to react a little, and the unsuccess here was not at all reacting, as if he was holding an ordinary kitchen knife in his hand.

Undeterred, Norman controlled the variables and tried several times, only to find that there was still no response, and finally he had to accept the failure.

Although he was ready to accept the possibility of failure, Norman dared to try, and he must still have a glimmer of hope for success in his heart. Now that he saw that he had really failed, he was inevitably a little depressed, and his negative emotions needed to be vented, and the hand holding the cross sword unconsciously moved, unconsciously carrying some swordsmanship movements taught by the Templar Order.

And after a few unintentional swings, Norman suddenly and keenly noticed that something was wrong: the sword in his hand seemed to be changing!

Norman didn't know how to describe the feeling, if he had to say it, it was like the sword seemed to suddenly come to life and breathe!

Norman's mind spun around several times in the lightning, and then he resolutely continued to maintain this state of sword dance, and even his whole body moved, practicing in place as if he was training himself, and the movements used were naturally those that the Templars had taught and improved.

And just a moment after Norman did this, Norman felt more and more changes in the cross sword in his hand—its breathing became heavier and heavier!

Finally, the cross sword suddenly burst into flames!

I don't know what happened, but the spell in this cross sword did work successfully!

However, Norman was also the first time to come into contact with such a spell release situation, he had little experience, and he didn't know how to control it, so he didn't control it well, and let the flames on the sword fly out along one of his postures at that time, shot at the door, and then burned the door all at once.

Level 4 flame trap, the power of the flame is incredible, so it can be burned to ashes in such a short time, and such a flame is not ordinary water can be extinguished, Norman also immediately quickly cast another spell to extinguish this fire, as for the water tank in his hand, it is just a prop used to pretend not to reveal his identity as a mage.

And it was also because he had no experience and didn't know how to stop the spell that Norman simply threw the cross sword to the ground and stopped the spell in such a rough way, and the result was really good, which really stopped the spell.

......

"Hugo ......"

After standing stupidly for a while, Potlime finally walked over slowly, staring at Ji Ruoxi with a pair of eyes, and as soon as the title on his lips came out, he felt that this title didn't seem right, and immediately changed it, "Master Hugo!"

If you can play magic weapons, you definitely deserve the title of "master".

"This cross-sword...... You just built it?"

Potlime asked, pointing to the quietly lying crosssword on the ground.

Ji Ruoxi nodded, and said "um" very coldly, so Potleme's face turned red all of a sudden, and his two hands instantly had nowhere to place, and after swaying back and forth left and right at a fast speed, they became tangled in front of his lower abdomen.

"You—what you said before that you want to pay me as a reward, that is, is this the sword?!"

Poolem, who was too excited, stuttered a little.

Is there a better deal to burn down a door in exchange for a magic weapon? It's worth it! It's worth it to burn down his entire blacksmith shop!

I'm so lucky, I'm so lucky today, I'm going to get rich now!

Potlime's face turned red, and he had completely thrown out the idea of teaching these two liars a good lesson just now, not to mention how excited he was, but Ji Ruoxi's words were like a basin of cold water poured down on his head.

"It's not,"

Ji Ruoxi stretched out his hand, and there was a dagger lying on it.

"This dagger is. ”

Portlem's eyes fell on the dagger, and his gaze froze: If the cross sword is ugly, this dagger is very ugly! I can't see the shape of the dagger, if it weren't for Ji Ruoxi to open his mouth, he wouldn't have known that this was a dagger, and there was a small hole missing from the tip of this dagger, and the appearance would be even worse.

The small opening seemed to remind people of the poor quality of the dagger, which is why it was destroyed just after it was successfully forged, which made Potlime even more lacking in its nature.

Is it possible to find an excuse for this master to give him that magic weapon as a reward?

Thinking so, Poolem stretched out his right hand and took the dagger carelessly, but he did not expect that the dagger was much heavier than he expected, and without holding it steadily, the dagger actually came out of his hand and fell straight down.

This sudden scene attracted the attention of several people at the scene.

The three of them couldn't react, Norman and Ji Ruoxi were hindered by hiding their identities and couldn't take it, so they watched with the other three, and then they saw the dagger tip pointing downwards and silently inserting it into the ground, leaving only a wooden handle outside.

"Shhh

Potolem gasped.

This is his territory, and he knows this best: although the ground under their feet is mud, it has been cultivated by the environment of the blacksmith shop for many years, and it is not much more difficult than ordinary stone slabs, and the toughness is even better.

If an ordinary knife accidentally falls on it, the end will only be to bounce off, leaving a mark at most, and it will break a blade, but this dagger is quietly inserted into it, how sharp, hard, and tough does this have to be!?

Treasure, treasure!

Instead of being careless, Potlime quickly crouched down and pulled out the dagger, and after a closer look, it was still as intact as it was just now.

In the professional eye of Potlime, this dagger was at least priced in Quintalan, and now he was rich! Burning down a door for it was nothing. And that magic weapon didn't care too much to him - although it was a magic weapon, it couldn't compare to this dagger in terms of sharpness. For those who really need it, the value between the two is really difficult to define and compare.

It's a pity that Potlaim is a native of another world, if he was one of those Earth viewers in the live broadcast room, he would probably have shouted a sentence at this moment.

"What kind of bike!"