"Master?"

Valerie, who was about to look for him, saw Mir, who was about to go out, and trotted over to Mir.

"Master, where are you going?

"But..."

Mir was about to reply, "Yes", but suddenly he saw a hungry figure not far from the territory.

It was a civilian with his cheeks deflated.

And that's not all.

The civilians passing by him also looked like they had nothing to eat, and they looked very weak and weak.

"Ah, great dragon god, be merciful and bless my family with fragrant bread. I don't complain about the stones and sawdust in the brown bread anymore. ”

In the corner, a small, weak voice was heard.

It occurred to Mill that he had a good idea.

"Valery, go to my room and get some money, give it to these civilians, and tell them that this is what I gave it. ”

It's not that Mir is kind, but he suddenly remembered that if he shared some money at this time, these civilians who were about to starve to death would probably earn him a lot of thanks.

Anyway, he also grabbed the money from these people, and he didn't feel distressed to use it.

Valerie puffed out her face at Mir's command, whispered a few words of grumbling, and left.

...................

Relatively remote, close to the forest.

There is a blacksmith called "Gegeshe".

"Hey !!"

An old man with a full beard, about sixty years old, still in good health, with a naked upper body and muscles all over his body.

At this moment, in front of him, a young girl of about twelve years old roared.

"What the hell are you thinking about all day long?! You actually make your weapon look like this!!"

The lesson was a plainly dressed girl.

She still has baby fat on her cheeks, and her eyebrows are thick and as thick as her thumb, but for some reason, such a pair of eyebrows makes her cute face even more cute.

Seyla covered her ears, her head twisted to the side, her body shrunching.

On the table next to her, there was a weapon that looked like a loaf of bread, smelled like it, and felt like it.

That's right.

The thing on the table that looked like a loaf of bread was a weapon, and it was very strong.

This can be seen from the ground, a few long swords that broke apart under the collision with each other.

"It's not a weapon, it's bread. Saira whispered.

"Bread?!" Jeff's eyelids twitched, such a hard thing, you say bread?

Jeffif was about to say something when there was a knock on the door.

Knock Knock –

"Hello~"

At the door stood a richly dressed figure with a thin figure.

The man was pale-skinned and had a pair of dark purple eyes with a faint red glow. That handsome face, although it is smiling, but with purple lips, no matter how you look at it, there is a strange sense of evil.

"I heard you've made good weapons?" Mir walked into the room, looking up and down.

Stone houses with lots of space inside.

There are several swords and axes hanging on the walls.

Near the top left, there are blacksmith furnaces, wind boxes, hammers, anvils, sledgehammers, grinding stones, and more.

In the corner on the right, there are two dirty, gray looking beds.

At the door, there is a table and bench.

On the table, there is also a long bread that looks very delicious.

It looks like it's not just a place to work, it's also a house where they live.

"Who are you?" said Geoffe, frowning.

"I'm here to buy a weapon, and I want a custom longsword. Mill replied.

"Custom?" Jeffaf looked up and down, the man who felt a little weird.

"It's okay to customize, but it costs a lot of money!"

"As long as it meets my requirements, money is not a problem. Mir walked over to the wall and took down a sword.

Jeffif didn't stop either.

It's normal to let guests look at weapons, and in a way, it's also telling guests how strong their homes are.

I saw Mir flick his fingers.

Airplanes~

A crisp sound came from the blade of the sword.

It felt good—the idea, until Mir pointed the sword at the bread on the table.

"Is this the level of your forging?" said Mir, grimacing, as he lowered his sword from a gap in his hand.

"This ......," Jeffaf's face became embarrassed.

The bread made by the daughters of her own house is stronger than the weapons she makes. Naturally, Geefif couldn't say this kind of thing, it would be too embarrassing.

Just as Jeff racked his brains to come up with a reason.

"You guys!hate it!!"

Saila, who had been silent, spoke, and she speared the bread from Mill, and held the bread in her arms, and said to the two men in front of her:

"It's bread, it's food! It's for eating, it's not for weapons! It's not for testing the hardness of weapons!!"

"Is it still edible if it's so hard?" said Mir.

This sentence stimulated Saila, and her fragile nerves were disconnected at once.

"I, I'll eat it for you!"

I saw that Saila had a long mouth and bit it hard.

Click.

One of Saila's teeth was shattered on the spot, making her cover her mouth with tears in her eyes.

"That's the food you're talking about?" said Mir with a hint of teasing.

He felt that this person was a little stupid, and couldn't help but want to see if this little girl would continue to bite.

Sera was fooled.

"Damn, I'm going to eat this bread for you today!"

As he spoke, he wanted to keep biting.

"Enough is enough, no more need to do it, we understand that this is indeed the food to be eaten. Jeff, who felt sorry for his daughter, stopped.

"Oh, is that so? I don't believe it at all. Mir, who didn't think much of a deal on the side, said.

"I don't need you to be pitiful! I must eat it for you!"

Half an hour later.

The chaotic atmosphere finally calmed down.

Geffaf sat in his chair and looked at Seira, who was sitting opposite, somehow and appeared in Mir's arms.

Seeing her well-behaved appearance, Geefif was a little surprised.

I hated this person just now, but now I'm lying obediently in someone else's arms.

You know, it's him! It's he who feels sorry for Serra, so he stopped him and didn't let Serra continue to bite the bread, otherwise this person would still be laughing at you!

Shaking his head, Geeff coughed lightly: "Actually, this bread is a weapon that won't melt when thrown at the high temperature of molten slurry, so it's normal to compare it." ”

"It's not a weapon!" retorted Seira, looking up.

"That's it, how can such a beautiful bread be a weapon. ”

Mir reached out and touched her head, causing her to squint comfortably like a cat and curl up in his arms.

I have to say.

As an "old monster" who has lived for a long time, it couldn't be easier to please a child.

Mill looked at Sera and thought of the firmness of the bread.

"If I could, I'd like this little guy to help me build a sword. ”

Regarding this matter, Geeffe waved his hand, a little helpless: "This is impossible.

She's not going to build weapons at all. ”

Although Geefif didn't know why, the person who spoke out in the blacksmith's house didn't make weapons, but made bread. The only thing that gave him comfort was that even bread could make Sierra stronger than a sword.

"Really?" asked Mir, looking down.

Serra, who was in his arms, let out an embarrassed "um".

"I... I can only make bread. "Serra's voice is so small that if you don't listen carefully, you can't hear it at all.

Mir thought about it, it was clear that the bread made by Sierra was stronger than the weapon that Geofff had built, and it would be a shame to give it up.

"In that case, can you help me make a sword-like loaf of bread?"

"The sword... Bread?"

Mir nodded, and then said to Geffaf, "By the way, you can also help me build a longsword." ”

Mir is not short of money, since neither of them wants to give up, then pay twice and see the final effect.

"By the way...??" Jeff was stimulated by this sentence, the bruises on his forehead bulging, and a twisted smile on his face.

"Our bid is expensive, are you sure you want it?"

"What's the price?"

"I'll build a weapon for ten gold coins, and my daughter will have to pay for it if you want it, and you won't be able to bargain!" Jeffif quoted an extraordinarily expensive price, wanting Mir to retreat.

He could see that with Mir's dress, he was probably not a poor person, but if he wanted them all, the price of thirty gold coins would definitely hurt his flesh.

But what he didn't expect was that before Mir could react, his daughter quit.

"I want to make him bread for free. ”

"You!" Jeffif felt like he had been stabbed in the heart, feeling betrayed by his hard-working daughter.

Serra snorted, indicating her resolute attitude.

"It's okay, thirty gold coins is thirty gold coins. Mill reached out and touched Serra's little head.

Although he wanted to add fuel to the fire and watch the excitement in his heart, Mir didn't want to cause problems in the relationship between the two because of himself.

These two people may be used in the future, and there is no need to stiffen the relationship.

"Come on. Mir took out the purse he had in his arms and handed it over, making his request in passing.

The long sword he needed was a little different from the long sword of this world, but it wasn't big.

After hearing this, Jeffaf said that he could do it.

"Come back in two days, and you'll have your weapon almost ready by then. ”

"Hmm. ”

Before leaving.

Serra was reluctant to let Mir leave, but she didn't say anything to stop her, and watched Mir leave.

"What's wrong? you can't bear it?" said Geffaf, who was angry at Serra's appearance.

"Look at what he's wearing, most of him is a descendant of a nobleman, and you are a person from two worlds, don't think nonsense, let's hurry up and finish the task first!"