Ronald squinted on the windowsill for a while, watching the people on the street come and go. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Eighteenth......" Ronald muttered to himself as he looked thoughtfully at the blacksmith shop opposite.

In less than a morning, there were as many as eighteen mercenaries entering the blacksmith shop, and most of them entered empty-handed, but when they came out, they were holding weapons and looking quite satisfied.

Because Gregory didn't prohibit mercenaries from carrying weapons with them, Ronald caught his attention when he noticed that the mercenaries were empty-handed.

Ronald pondered for a moment, then reached out and tugged at a rope at the head of the bed.

The rope was held very cleverly, and after being pulled, there was a faint sound of a bell behind the wall.

There are no telephones in the other world, but they are also cleverly conceived, and in every room of the hotel there is a rope that runs through a small hole in the wall and leads to a certain room, and inside the room hangs a bell with the room number.

When the person in the room pulls the rope, the bell rings, and soon someone will come in.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the young boy from before to stand outside the door and knock on the door.

"Come in. ”

"Sir, is there anything I can do to help you?"

The boy stood there, only waist-high to Ronald, and had to look up at him and asked.

Ronald stood at the window, stretched out his hand and pointed to the blacksmith shop across the road and asked, "Are you familiar with the blacksmith shop opposite?"

"Familiar, old Jack's shop, has been in Gregory for decades, older than my age. The young man did not hesitate and nodded directly.

"How's the craftsmanship?" Ronald's face suddenly appeared, and a look of interest appeared.

The boy seemed to realize something, and gave Ronald a thumbs up: "Old Jack's craftsmanship is not to be said, he is the best blacksmith in Gregory." Whether it's crafting weapons or armor, most of the mercenaries in the town come to him. ”

"But ......" the boy hesitated, a little hesitant.

"But what?" Ronald asked, looking at the boy.

"But because Old Jack's business is so good, and he has always been very careful in building weapons, unless the customer is casually buying a forged sample, the custom has to queue up. The teenager explained.

Is business so good that you have to queue up?

Ronald remembered the nearly twenty mercenaries who had gone in before...... With so many guests in one morning, and forging weapons is a technical job, it's no wonder there is a queue.

"Got it, you get out. Ronald turned and looked at the blacksmith shop again.

The boy exited the door and closed it gently.

Ronald directly summoned the store of the Big Bandit System, and then clicked into the clutter category.

There are many types of sundries, in addition to some low-quality goods, disposable goods, there are also a lot of unformed residues.

Darkiron is one of them!

Dark Iron, Cold Iron, Meteorite, Adamantite, Mithril...... These mysterious materials, which used to only appear in movies and novels, can be easily found in the miscellaneous category. It's just that the price is also high and low according to its value and function.

For example, Mithril, as a special and rare alchemy material, is known for its hard texture and strong enchantment, and the price is naturally not cheap, one ounce of Mithril costs 300 points!

One ounce, converted into weighing units, is only more than 20 grams!

On the other hand, the price of such as dark iron and meteorites is much cheaper, because special metals like this kind, in addition to their hard texture and extremely high density, do not have much effect, on the earth, with advanced science and technology, many special alloys are not worse than the quality of the so-called meteorites and dark iron.

One or two dark irons, the price is 20 points, which is equivalent to four well-made iron lotuses.

Ronald now still has 86 points to spare, so he gritted his teeth and directly bought four taels of dark iron.

"One or two Xuantie will cost 20 points, and Yang Guo's Xuantie heavy sword weighs eight eight or sixty-four pounds...... It's really extravagant to think about!" Ronald held the dark iron purchased by four taels in his palm and observed it carefully.

Dark iron is extremely dense and much heavier than ordinary iron blocks.

Therefore, these four taels of dark iron look much smaller in size, the whole body is jet black, and there is a faint red light inside, and the size is about the same as ordinary steel balls.

"Just like this, you want me 80 points...... It only cost 200 points to redeem a vindictive. Ronald looked at Xuantie and felt a little pain.

Leaving the hotel, Ronald walked to the blacksmith shop opposite.

As soon as I entered the door, I only felt that a wave of heat was coming in the house, and in front of a sword-casting furnace in the corner, several people were **** up, with leather armor like aprons on their chests, and they were beating against the high temperature of the furnace.

Bell bell ~ bell bell ~ bell bell ~

Sledgehammers and small hammers went into battle together, and under the blows in turn, a longsword burning red on the iron felt suddenly sparked everywhere.

"With a little more force, can you afford to hold a knife and fork with this little strength?" an old man with gray hair, but full of energy, with a voice like a bell, was there, holding a big hammer in his hand and slamming down, and the sparks on the red-hot long sword burst out and flew two or three meters away!

"Teacher, there are guests again. ”

A young man of eighteen or nineteen saw Ronald standing in the doorway, his face beaming.

The business came to the door, which obviously made him feel very good.

But the old man didn't lift his eyes, and still waved the hammer like a windmill, and the blade on the felt groaned under the ravages of the hammer.

"Keep swinging the hammer, this sword has reached a critical time, don't be distracted. The old man's voice was like a bell, and he said sternly.

The young man smiled sheepishly, answered, and joined the hammer swing again.

Ronald was not in a hurry when he heard this, and went directly around the store.

The walls on both sides are covered with all kinds of weapons and armor, and there are many well-made round shields.

The small blacksmith shop looks like a cold weapons exhibition hall.

Long swords, short swords, stabbing swords, two-handed epees......

All kinds of blades were hung on the wall, and the blades shimmered with cold light, and the cold chill could be clearly felt even next to the furnace in this hot wave.

Ronald stepped forward and reached out and stroked the blade of a two-handed heavy sword, cold, hard, and sharp...... Even when your fingers pass over the side of the blade, you can feel the striking sharpness of the skin on your fingertips.

The two-handed heavy sword is a kind of big sword as wide as a door panel, and unlike the two-handed big sword on Ronald's body, the heavy sword is heavier, and the sword body is also thicker. Not to mention wielding it for ordinary people, it is impossible to even lift it up.

However, once these heavy swords are wielded, the power is also very terrifying, no sword moves are required, as long as they can touch the enemy, it is like being hit by a Mercedes-Benz car, which can be seriously injured or killed on the spot.

Strictly speaking, Ronald didn't understand the quality of swords, but this did not prevent him from appreciating the 'beauty' exuded by these weapons.

Just as music knows no borders, so do weapons!

A really good weapon, even if you don't understand it at all, can easily distinguish the cold beauty that permeates the sword.

Even if this beauty itself means mortal danger.

After a long time, the frequency of hammer strikes gradually slowed down, and the sword embryo on the iron felt had been basically shaped.

The old man took the sword embryo with a huge iron tong and put it into the fire again, and then took the towel handed by the apprentice and wiped the sweat on his face and walked over.

"Do you want to buy new weapons or maintain them?" asked the old man, glancing at the two-handed greatsword hanging from Ronald's back.

Ronald didn't say a word, and directly took off the two-handed greatsword and handed it over.

The two-handed greatsword was very heavy, and it was almost as tall as Ronald when it stood there. But the old man, who was still wielding a heavy hammer just now, took it without changing his face.

"This sword is good, and there is no obvious damage...... the old man took the hilt of the sword, looked at the sword body carefully, and then said affirmatively: "This guest, do you have any requirements?"

"Melt this sword. Ronald took out the dark iron he had purchased earlier and handed it over: "Find a way to see if you can add it to it." ”

The old man took the dark iron and looked at it, and after a while, there was a surprised look on his face: "Hey~ What kind of metal is this, I've never seen it!" After that, the old man's face showed an excited look, and he pinched the black iron the size of a steel ball with his fingers, and looked at it more and more carefully.

"This piece of material is a bit heavy, and the density is obviously very high, which is very suitable for forging sharp weapons, but unfortunately the weight is a little small!" the old man said to himself the more he looked at it, the more surprised he became.

"This material is very rare and rare, I got it by accident, and there is only so much in my hands. Ronald casually made up a lie.

The old man nodded, signaling to understand: "This is a good thing, if it is integrated into the weapon, it will definitely have an excellent effect, but it is ......"

"But what?" Ronald frowned.

"However, this sword is too big, and if you want to maximize the effectiveness of this material, it is best to reduce the size of the sword...... The two-handed sword is not suitable, how about reforging a two-handed sword for you?"

The old man suggested.

When Ronald heard this, he was silent, and directly reached out and took the dark iron in the old man's hand, and turned around to leave.

What are you kidding, this is Xuantie, how can it not work well!

A sneer appeared at the corner of Ronald's mouth.

"Young man, does a drop of oil melt into a bowl of water have the same effect as when it melts into a jar of water?"

When Ronald turned around and was about to leave, the old man sighed and said in a quiet tone.

Ronald's departure came to an abrupt halt.

"The piece of alien iron in your hand is something I have never seen before, but the weight is indeed too small, if it is fused into a long sword, it will definitely maximize the effect, but the big sword is ......" The old man shook his head and sighed: "If you have to melt into the big sword, it's not impossible, but the effect may not be as good as you imagined." After all, the great sword needs too much iron, and this weight is simply not enough to balance all the parts of the sword body. ”

"This is still a big sword, if it is integrated into this heavy sword, I'm afraid the effect will be minimal. ”

The old man reached out and patted the heavy sword like a door panel, and said slowly.

Ronald hesitated for a moment, then turned around, looked at the old man and asked, "If it were given to you to reforge a sword, how long would it take?"

"Three days...... No, it will take five days!" said the old man, after a moment's thought.

Ronald nodded: "Okay, I'll believe you once, if it doesn't work well, don't blame me for demolishing your shop." ”

"Don't worry, a hundred miles away, if I can't make the best use of this piece of exotic iron, then you won't find a second blacksmith who can help you. The old man smiled, unconcerned about the threat in Ronald's words, and looked very confident.

"How much?"

"I've never seen this kind of alien iron, and I'm also very interested, so I'll charge you three gold coins for this sword. The old man thought about it for a moment and said.

"Okay, I'll stay at the hotel opposite, and I'll get my sword in five days!"

Ronald did not hesitate, agreed directly, and threw the dark iron in his hand to the old man.

There weren't many gold coins left on him, and most of them were sacrificed to the Great Bandit system to exchange for points. But he could still get three gold coins.

"By the way, do you know the name of this alien iron?" the old man asked aloud as he looked at Ronald, who had already walked to the door.

"Darkiron!"