Led by the red-haired girl, Charlotte arrives in a courtyard.

A small courtyard in the middle of a blacksmith's shop was a bit of a surprise to Charlotte.

The first thing that catches your eye is the variety of ingots and miscellaneous items that are randomly arranged, and the parts of various weapons and armor are hung on countless stands and tables, making the courtyard look very messy.

A huge blacksmith furnace was built in the middle of the courtyard, and the chimney on top of the furnace was emitting black smoke into the sky. Next to the furnace were neatly placed tools that Charlotte couldn't name, in stark contrast to the mess in the courtyard.

A ** dwarf sat next to the furnace, and the muscular dwarf held the cheeks hidden behind the white beard, as if he was lost in thought.

"Grandpa Anro. ”

"Hello, I'm--"

The dwarf's eyes were closed, and he raised his hand to stop Charlotte before continuing to ponder.

The boy had a big question mark in his heart, but he was too embarrassed to ask, so he had to wait quietly for the dwarf's response.

After a long time, the dwarf finally opened his eyes and yelled at Charlotte in frustration, "Damn! I still can't think of it!"

"What can't you think of?" asked the girl curiously.

"Hello, I'm here to ask you--"

"Stop for a moment. Charlotte's request was interrupted again by the dwarf, "You take out the damn sulfur-smelling scimitar from your back first." ”

"But—" The boy was about to hesitate to refuse, but the dwarf's attitude was unusually resolute.

"Show me! Even if you ask to marry Demi, I'll agree to you! But if you refuse, now! Get out of here!"

"Grandpa, what are you talking about?!" Demi screamed, her freckled face reddening.

"Well, well, it doesn't hurt to show you. But I just ask you not to tell anyone that I have this weapon. ”

"Okay, okay, I'm not going to say it, so hurry up. ”

At the dwarf's urging, the boy unloaded his massive scimitar and steel arm behind him and placed them on the wooden table.

When Charlotte unwrapped the bandages on the scimitar, the dwarves' eyes gleamed with greed and wonder like greedy dragons seeing incomparably glittering treasures.

"I see, uh-huh. The key is the fire elemental stone, is that what it is? No wonder I can't think of it. The dwarf muttered under his breath, not paying the two of them the slightest attention, staring intently at the massive scimitar and steel arm on the table.

It took dozens of minutes for the dwarven blacksmith to come back to his senses, his face flushed as if he had drunk a glass of sweet wine.

"You can't have taken these two things from someone, boy, right?" the dwarf turned his head and glanced at the tattered cloaked boy in front of him.

Well, that's true.

"Haha, how can there be any ---"

"'Fire Interrogation,' the name of this scimitar. The dwarf straightened his white beard and said to the boy solemnly, "It only takes a few sparks to make this weapon burn instantly at any time and place, and even the extremely cold snap cannot blow out the flames on the scimitar's blade." ”

"And this steel arm, which is made of a variety of extremely rare ores mixed and melted together, and hammered with a hundred iron folds for several days and nights to be cast. ”

"I said, boy, you shouldn't have ransacked the infamous sea overlord who slashed nearly 10,000 dead souls, right?"

Charlotte was silent, unable to imagine that the dwarven blacksmith could tell who the owner of the scimitar weapon was.

"Eh, Grandpa Anro, do you mean the pirate who bloodied several ports about a few years ago, Lerod Morey?" Demi looked at Charlotte in shock, her eyes scanning back and forth over him, "just this cowardly teenager?"

(Cowardly...)

Little girl, it hurts you to say that.

"Hmph, Demi, are you saying this to your future husband?" Anro said dissatisfied, blowing his beard.

"What the hell are you talking about!"

"But the truth is in front of you, this scimitar should have been in Morey's hands, but it came to him, didn't it?" the dwarf looked directly at Charlotte, and saw that the young man's heart was a little hairy, "Demi, you have to remember something. ”

"Let no man be a disfigurer. ”

"Yes, Grandpa. Demi lowered her head like a child who had made a mistake.

"Well, Mr. Anro, excuse me. I'm not here with... Developed a relationship with Miss Demi. ”

"Just call me Anluo, don't be weird. What I hate the most is the etiquette among the aristocracy. Say, that's for what. ”

After hearing Charlotte's words, Demi secretly breathed a sigh of relief. You know, her grandfather's temper was very stubborn, and once he decided it, it was almost impossible to repent.

If Anro is determined to let her marry Charlotte...

She didn't even dare to think about it.

"I'm here to ask An Luo Xian... Please help repair a straight sword. With that, Charlotte pulled out the broken straight sword from her waist.

This straight sword of the West Pole has been severely damaged in many places on the blade, and the tip of the sword has been broken by one section, which has reached the point where it is unusable.

In terms of appearance, it looks no different from other ordinary straight swords, but this broken straight sword has accompanied Charlotte all the way through all kinds of difficulties, and Charlotte can't bear to replace it.

Not only that, but there was another very important reason that Charlotte had to find a way to fix it...

"Is this just an ordinary straight sword? you can buy it everywhere, wouldn't it be better to just exchange it for another?" the girl said in confusion, looking at the broken sword on the table.

"No, this straight sword is very important to me, and it's not an ordinary straight sword. ”

"Hmph, I think you have feelings for things, boy?" Anroe blew his beard dissatisfied, "It's just an ordinary sword, just like Demi said, just change it for you." ”

"But this sword is very--"

"No. I, Annalong Anro, have no interest in repairing ordinary rotten swords. ”

"But--"

"If you're here for this, please go back, the door is over there. Anro didn't mean to listen to Charlotte in the slightest.

It's stubborn...

I had no choice but to put another ultimate.

"Ah, really, I see," Charlotte shrugged absently, "this sword can't even be repaired by the famous dwarf, Annalong Anro, is it? ”

"Boy, what are you talking about?" Anro's eyes flashed with anger, as the best blacksmith in half the kingdom, he couldn't pretend not to hear it.

"I mean, the identity of this straight sword is not even seen by Annalong Anro, and I don't think the dwarves can see it that way. Charlotte said impatiently.

The boy picked up the bandages scattered on the table, and was about to pack his weapon, but Anro grabbed his arm.

"Wait a minute. An Luo said in a deep voice.

"What's wrong? You don't want to look at it anymore anyway. ”

"Boy, do you think it's useful to deliberately provoke me? Hmph, forget it, Lao Tzu is going to see and understand today, if this sword is really just an ordinary sword, then your 'fire interrogation' will be mine. ”

"To bet or not?"

Although Charlotte had seen dwarves drink and gamble in the book, she really didn't expect the stakes to be so big.

"Then if you don't admit it, won't I lose a lot?" Charlotte touched her chin and pretended to think about it.

"I, Anaron Anro, swear in the honor of the god of the dwarves! I will never lie! Damn, is that okay?!" Anro said angrily, "What, bet?!"

"Yes, but if I win the bet...?" the boy looked hesitant.

"Hmph, you can mention the conditions as you like, it doesn't matter if you want my life, you want Demi to be your bride, you can be your maid, in a word, bet or not?!" An Luo blushed and grabbed Charlotte's arm tightly, as if he was afraid that Charlotte would slip away.

(This granddaughter is really biological.) Well, that's correct. ）

"Grandpa! Enough!" It seems that An Luo is not the only one who is angry.

"Oh, that's fine, it's one afternoon. The corners of the boy's mouth gradually hooked.

"It's a deal!"

"It's a deal. ”