In desperation, Xavier had to pull out the steel sword to scare them all away, but there was no joy in his heart, only helplessness and sighing.

Because he knows that he can't change the world too much, and now he can only be a bystander.

Following the route given to him by Nord, Xavier finally found his destination in the narrow and difficult streets.

It was a small four-storey bungalow, built of bricks and wood, without much decoration, and even gave people a rather dangerous feeling, because each wall was already covered with mottled marks, and it is believed that it must have a history, but it has not been well maintained, otherwise it would not be what it is today.

Suddenly, Xavier, who saw this scene, was a little suspicious in his heart, feeling that it was impossible for a swordsmith who could create a famous sword to live in such a harsh environment.

With that talent, why not go to the inner city and find a better place to live?

However, in the spirit of temptation, and the attitude of believing Nord, Xavier still inquired outside the door of the mansion and asked if the swordsmith lived here.

Perhaps because Xavier was well-dressed, passers-by thought he was a big man, so they were happy to answer his questions, saying that the person he was looking for lived on the fourth floor of the house.

"Thank you. Even though the status of the person in front of him was not high, Xavier still politely expressed his gratitude, after all, the essence of doing this has nothing to do with status.

Then, he stepped out of his body and walked to the western-style building next to him, pushing open its iron door, and the first thing he saw in front of him was a gray staircase, on which there were still many traces of tobacco, as well as some randomly placed garbage, and there were flies flying everywhere, which made Xavier frown, but he still managed to climb up the stairs with the feeling in his heart.

"Is that Mr. Matheson?" said Xavier, who had reached the fourth floor, knocking on the door.

"It's me. A slightly older voice was answered.

And in the next moment, the owner of the voice opened the door.

What I saw was a middle-aged gray-haired man with a thin square face, about fifty or sixty years old, his eyes were quite weak, and he looked unbridled, and everything seemed very reasonable compared to his thin body.

This is Sika Matheson, the swordsmith that Nord introduced him.

To be honest, although Xavier asked himself if he was not a guy who judged people by his appearance, the moment he saw Sika, some feelings suddenly appeared in his heart--

I think this person is unreliable.

Not because of his old age, but because his eyes, like a dead person, have lost the brilliance of a normal person.

But out of politeness, Xavier didn't ask too much, he just wanted to achieve the goal that came today.

"I'm Xavier, introduced by Nord Bennet, and he told me that there is a brilliant swordsmith here. ”

The moment he heard the word 'forged sword', Xavier saw that Sika's eyes suddenly became a little more energetic, as if he remembered his past glory, but then it was an uncertain tone

"Are you a friend of Nord, but I must tell you first, I'm just an old man, maybe I used to be good at swordsmithing, but now, it's hard for me to guarantee that I will be able to meet your requirements. ”

"It doesn't matter. Faced with this assurance, Xavier just shook his head, "I believe sir." ”

"But I don't quite believe in myself," the swordsmith whispered, then forced a smile, "Alright, let's stop talking at the door, let's come in first." ”

Following in his footsteps, what he saw was an extremely small room—really just a room, not even the size of Xavier's toilet in the Swordsman Society.

And, because it was made of wood, Xavier could faintly hear that there were countless small creatures under the bed, on the beams, and in the toilet drain, maybe lice, maybe cockroaches, or something else

In this environment, Xavier had a hard time believing how he had survived, and wondered how he was going to forge a sword for himself.

Then he heard Sika speak.

"Mr. Xavier. The swordsmith who sat him on top of the chair poured Xavier a cup of hot water first, "Thank you for believing me, then I won't talk nonsense, please tell me first, what kind of sword do you want to build, what are the additional requirements?"

"A steel sword, plus a silver sword. Xavier took out the two blades at his waist, "The conditions are simple, they must be better than these two swords." ”

In the face of the customer's request, Sika carefully observed for a while, wondering what kind of fine sword it was, and then breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Don't worry, the level of these two swords is just the minimum standard of an ordinary soldier." ”

Because it was basically the steel sword that Barry I gave me from the armory, Xavier complained in his heart, and then asked rhetorically, "So what do you mean?

"Absolutely. Sika's eyes became more and more energetic, "But I would like to ask first, Mr. Xavier, what are you going to use these two blades for?"

"If it's for people, it has to be sharper, for monsters, it's more durable, and if you need corrosion protection or something, you can mention it," he began.

After listening, Xavier knew that there was still so much knowledge and even methods to build a sword blade.

Thinking of this, he didn't hide it, and said, "Mr. McTheson, to tell you the truth, my steel sword is used to participate in the knights' conference. ”

"So, he has to be able to cut through the sharpest armor of the Empire, Mr. Matheson, are you confident that he can achieve this effect?"

"Knights' Conference?" The swordsmith who heard this name couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then immediately responded, "There must be no problem, if the sword I made can appear at the Knights' Congress, it will be my glory, even if I sacrifice my life, I will make the best sword blade for you!"

"It's no need to sacrifice your life or anything," Xavier couldn't help but correct himself though he was satisfied with this passionate attitude, "As for the Silver Sword, I hope it can meet the standards of a Demon Hunter, Mr. Matheson, do you probably understand?"

"If not. He added, "Let's make a steel sword first." ”

In his eyes, the knights' conference is the most important goal at the moment, and in the conference, there shouldn't be a need to fight monsters

However, Sika was only full of confidence, patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Xavier, I can definitely fulfill your request." ”

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