"Ding Bell ~ Ding Bell ~"

There are no fancy movements, no rousing accompaniment, just a hammer streaking through the air in silence, striking an eternal beat on the felt. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Ding Bell ~ Ding Bell ~"

After six and thousands of temperings, the iron embryo had already completed its qualitative transformation, and when the hammer fell, there was no longer visible spark sputtering, only a slight deformation, showing the power it was bearing.

"Uhh

Throwing his roughly sword-shaped iron embryo into the cold snowmelt water, Scott took off his bib made of cowhide to reveal his muscular shirtless body in the warm winter sun, and he walked to the window to light a cigar for himself.

This is a top-of-the-line chopped grass cigar.

It is a peculiar plant, likes the sun, but hates heat, and at the same time needs a lot of water during the growth period, only in the southern part of the continent, Mona Harbor has the climatic conditions for the growth of the grass, among them, it is most famous for the production of the halfling hometown hobbit, and even the name of the grass is derived from the fact that the halfling likes to dry the leaves of this plant and cut them into filaments similar to the thickness of the beard and smoke them with a pipe.

When it is burned, it produces a blue smoke, which makes people feel like they are in a sun-drenched sky, flying freely, which slightly satisfies the fantasy and longing of terrestrial species from the beginning of their birth, and the production area is limited, the production is scarce, and the price is expensive.

Scott's mouth was a top-quality chopped cigar rubbed on the thigh of a halfling girl, even in the origin of the hobbit, it can be sold for three gold double moons, not to mention the northernmost important town of Cheltes, in the northern kingdom of Manchez, where he is at the moment.

After thousands of miles of trade routes, dozens of merchants of various ethnic groups changed hands, and the value of such a top-quality cigar was enough to buy an ordinary two-story small western-style house with a garden in the residential area of Chelster, or to let a family of four live a whole year of winter festival-like luxury.

However, with Scotter's status and income, even smoking several of these top-of-the-line chopped grass cigars a day would not pose any financial distress to him. Because, any weapon he forged is a fine product that professionals are eager to buy, and it is enough to fetch a high price of tens of thousands of Manchez gold coins at the auction house, even if it is a high-level professional of the hero rank, there are not a few who beg Scott to forge exclusive weapons.

As the royal blacksmith, the twenty-three-year-old Scott's original name was Scott von Swift, and the Feng in the middle of his name means that he is still a nobleman, he is the second son of the Swift family, but as a concubine born to a non-concubine, Scott has no inheritance rights in the family, and at the same time, he has not become a professional talent, and he cannot obtain the rich resources of the family like a brother.

However, when the gods take something from a person, they also give a small amount of compensation from the other side. Compared with his shallow cultivation talent, Scott was born with a keen sense, and at the same time had an extremely good talent for forging. So from the first time he touched the hammer and felt, Scott put all his ingenuity into the forging.

Never attending a ball among the nobles, nor attending any salon, from the age of eight to sixteen, he became a laughing stock of conversations among the nobles countless times.

His mother's plea, his father's orders, didn't make Scott put down the hammer in his hand, he just swung it silently, and all the pain, sorrow, and anger were thrown into the iron embryo.

"There has never been a man in the family who has such a lowly profession as a blacksmith! he is not my grandson!!

This is the angry roar of Scott's grandfather, the old patriarch of the Swift family of this generation.

In the end, the Swift family, who couldn't bear it, directly cut off the supply of supplies to Scott, expelled him from the Swift family's castle, and at the same time, the original 120 Manchez gold coins per month were directly reduced to one, and one Manchez gold coin was not even enough for Scott's brothers to mix in the garden for half a day.

That day, Scott did not make any noise or change, but silently lifted his hammer, clutched the gold Manchez coin, and walked into a low, dilapidated blacksmith shop outside the castle.

Then, the hammer striking the felt for three days and three nights...

Then, the dagger [Piercing Heart] was born...

It's just ordinary pig iron, but under Scott's exquisite skills, it is forcibly attached to the [Sharp] attribute that only the third-level enchantment spell [Sharp Technique] or Adamantite material can have, which makes the [Piercing Heart] worth thousands of times the tumbling, and was finally pocketed by a hero-level thief.

Then, Scott used the money from the sale of [Thorn Heart] to buy the old blacksmith shop, and then a steady stream of sophisticated weapons flowed from the old blacksmith's old iron felt, which was snapped up by many high-ranking professionals, and even caused a series of fights.

Warhammer [Black Fury], Great Axe [Savage], Longsword [Gaze], Flail [Redemption], Xenomorph Scythe [Harvest]...

The birth of each weapon raised Scott's reputation to a higher level, and in the end, the hero-level berserker Rhag Campbell, who held the [Harvest], cut off the dragon head of the black dragon Maina and promoted to the legend, making Scott truly the long-awaited great blacksmith, and this honor also made him invited by the Manchester royal family to become the exclusive provider of the royal family's high-level royal weapons.

And that year, Scott was twenty years old.

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With a gentle inhale, the mellow aroma of the cigar creep creeps in his mouth, and then slowly exhaled, enveloping himself in the azure smoke, Scott enjoyed the faint sunny taste of the cigar smoke and enjoyed a rare leisure time.

However, the leisure time was not long, and after only half a cigar, the old and respectful voice of the old butler Mayouf came from the front yard of the blacksmith's shop, interrupting Scott's enjoyment.

"Sir, the Milt Auction House that you are concerned about will hold a monthly [carnival] auction at 1 p.m., and the invitation to the Milt Auction House has been delivered in the morning, and the box has been prepared for you. ”

"Good, I'll be on time. ”

"Now, go get ready. ”

Without looking back, he just gently snuffed out the chopped grass cigar in his hand, then re-wrapped it in moisture-proof tin foil and put it in his pocket.

Perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, as a great blacksmith and the sole supplier of royal weapons, Scott should have smoked half and lost half even for such a top-of-the-line luxury as a chopped grass cigar, but in fact, Scott, who had tasted the despair of poverty, had already engraved on his instinct the idea of not wasting any useful resources, which was just his subconscious behavior.

Setting the cigar away, Scott put on his cowhide apron again, took the cooled sword embryo out of the snowmelt, and threw it into the furnace again, and soon the sound of forging was loud and long again on the iron felt.

"Ding Bell ~ Ding Bell ~"

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At one o'clock in the afternoon, at the Milt Auction House, Scotter arrived on time.

It is a huge stone circular building with a height of more than 30 meters, and the standard pointed dome of the Manchez Kingdom style gives this giant building a touch of coldness and desolation, in fact, most of the buildings in Cheltes are such stone spires.

Even in the northern kingdom of Manchez, Celtes is one of the coldest cities, ruled by cold snaps from the Ridge Mountains all year round, with temperatures below freezing for two-thirds of the year, accompanied by heavy snowfall that carries with the wind.

It is precisely this harsh environment that creates the peculiar architectural style of Chelts.

The rock material makes these buildings extremely resistant to pressure, and the design of the spire prevents snow from accumulating on the roof, thus reducing the pressure on the building and ensuring the safety of the building and the people inside.

Under the control of the coachman, the carriage was lightly parked in front of the gate of the Milt Auction House, where the waiters were already waiting at the door of the Auction House, and as soon as they saw the noble badge on the Scott's carriage, they rushed to greet him respectfully.

As squires at auction houses, the family crest of local nobles is a must-have skill they must keep in mind, and if they get it wrong, they can be beaten at least and risk losing their lives.

The family crest that belongs to Scottrade is one of the simpler and easier to remember among these noble family coats of arms.

In fact, the noble badge on Scott's carriage is not fundamentally different from the traditional sword, shield and lion badge of the Swift family, because Scott did not completely break away from the Swift family after becoming famous, but he slightly modified the Swift family badge and added a blacksmith's hammer under the lion's feet.

Carefully invited Scott and the old butler into the private room that had been booked, and the waiter bowed respectfully after the old butler casually rewarded him with a silver horn.

"Nice private room! Milt is still a good person!"

Looking around, Scott smiled a little satisfied.

Located on the second floor of the auction house, this private room has a special passage connected to the outside of the auction house, and directly faces the stage of the auction house, with a superior view, and at the same time can overlook the ordinary auction area below, giving people a sense of superiority, and there are also various fruit snacks on the chair coffee table in the middle of the private room, which is convenient for guests to eat.

There is also a small magic crystal projector on the coffee table, which can intuitively display the images of the items being auctioned on the projector, so that the distinguished guests in the private room will not lose interest in the auction because they are too far away to see the auction items.

Soon after the attendant left, there was another soft knock on the door of the private room.

When Mayif opened the door, a golden dwarf with a neat beard and a smile slowly walked in.