"What kind of weapon is this?" the knight glanced at the excited Werther, and he immediately understood that this inconspicuous short sword was not such a simple object.

"It's a magic weapon. Werther finally calmed down, and he said as calmly as he could.

"What, magic items?" This time, Lord Scott Knight couldn't sit still, he jumped up all of a sudden, and asked, "Sean, where did you get it from?"

"It was given to me by the teacher. Sean replied honestly, his attitude sincere enough to win him the award of the most honest child of the year.

"Werther, when will you be able to craft magic weapons?" asked Scott, incredulous.

"I didn't build it, it was handed down from my teachers. Werther sighed and said, "But this magic weapon is damaged, and I can't fix it." ”

Scott finally understood, and he looked at Sean with a look of amazement in his eyes and asked, "Little kid...... Uh, no, Mr. Sean, will you fix this weapon?"

Sean took the short sword, walked to the iron stove, and said, "I can give it a try." ”

There was a firm confidence in his tone, not at all like the expression of a ten-year-old.

As he spoke, another apprentice stepped forward and pulled the bellows desperately, causing the fireworks in the furnace to rise suddenly.

Sean calmly clamped the short sword with iron tongs, and then put it into the fire, and after a moment, his brow furrowed, and he said, "It's too slow." ”

Without saying a word, Werther stepped forward, pulled the apprentice who pulled the bellows, and went into battle himself.

Sure enough, the master came out of the horse, a top two. The temperature in the furnace rose rapidly, and it was soon up to Sean's requirements.

Although it was the first time to repair a magic weapon in the real world, Sean was not panicked at all. Because these steps had been trained hundreds of times in Space One, he had even embedded every second of the process in his soul.

When it comes to experience, even the original owner who made this weapon is beyond the reach of the dust.

The short sword in the furnace emitted a strange light, which was a special manifestation of the magic sword, indicating that the temperature inside was completely suitable.

Sean looked solemn and took out some metal scraps from his body.

Werther, who was pulling the bellows, suddenly changed slightly, and almost threw out the work in his hand.

To him, the scraps of these strange metals were all too familiar, and they were the remnants of the swarthy pieces of iron that he had kept for decades.

As a veteran and powerful blacksmith, he had already guessed where these things came from. I guess some of those priceless pieces of iron have turned into these scraps of iron.

Werther's face twitched slightly, and he hated someone's ruined behavior, and he made up his mind that if Sean couldn't successfully repair the dagger this time, then he would definitely have to get everything he had sent back.

Not far from the fire, Scott watched nervously. If someone who doesn't know sees it, they think he's doing it.

And Sean, who is being watched by everyone at the moment, ignores all this.

His gaze was as clear as water, and all his spirit was focused on the short sword and iron filings in his hand.

In the virtual space, he had gone through this forging experience thousands of times. Of the previous twenty times, he had not succeeded once.

However, he was not discouraged, but under the guidance of No. 1, he summed up all the experience of each failure and made improvements.

Slowly, his mistakes decreased, and every move became the most standard standard action. By the time he had done all this, he had a 100 percent success rate in the last dozens of forgings.

One has collected most of the information about iron striking in the world, and using its powerful simulation capabilities, it has formed a self-contained virtual space, where the success is not much different from that in the real world.

Holding his breath, Sean's body was flooded with a magical spiritual fluctuation, and his spiritual power had been condensed on the short sword.

Under the blazing fire, delicate patterns appeared on the sword's body. These patterns are so intricate that ordinary people will feel dizzy when they look like they're dizzy. But in Sean's induction, he can clearly understand the meaning.

The mage with the permanent surname Magic Array engraved on the sword was obviously a scheming person, and most of these patterns were meaningless, so even if they fell into the hands of others, they would not want to draw a copy of the gourd in the same way.

At this moment, cracks have appeared in some small places in the pattern, and it is these tiny cracks that make this magic sword lose its original function.

The swift pattern that I had practiced for an unknown number of times quickly appeared in my mind, and a familiar line to the extreme suddenly appeared, quickly extending along a faint pattern on the short sword.

Soon, there was a little stagnation in Sean's induction, his eyebrows raised slightly, and the iron filings in his hand seemed to be sprinkled automatically as if they had a spiritual sense, and these fine powder-like iron filings were scattered impartially on the broken place, and under the action of the fire, they magically fused with the iron sword.

The lines continued to slide, as if flowing water in a large circle in the pattern.

The next moment, a rich white light emanated from the dagger, as dazzling as the sun.

Scott and Wert's eyes narrowed at the same time, although they had not seen the process of other people's training magic weapons, but at this moment, even idiots knew that Sean had successfully repaired this rare magic weapon.

ps: The old rule, one more to ask for votes ^_^

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