Although Beatrice did not name it.

But Hattori Hanzo had already guessed who the other party was talking about who the student was.

Someone who can do this kind of thing.

Only Bill.

Hattori Hanzo is not only a legendary swordsmith, but also a master of the katana, and Bill was his apprentice and friend more than twenty years ago.

Knife skills can be described as teaching.

But afterwards.

He learned Bill's true identity.

It's too late to regret it, so I can only quietly retreat, hoping to avoid the turmoil in the underground world.

Unexpectedly.

This day has finally come.

And he can't avoid it, and he must get rid of the root cause.

"Thank you."

Getting the other party's statement, Beatrice's face finally showed a hint of joy, she took out a check from the middle layer of her coat, and slowly pushed it over to Hattori Hanzo: "Mr. Hattori, here is a million dollars." ”

"Please also prepare a Hanzo knife for my companion, I need his help."

"Thank you!"

Finally, she lowered her head heavily.

Make a supplication statement.

If you want to say that Ethan really didn't pay much attention to this matter before, isn't it just a katana!

But Beatrice's move.

He hovered the chopsticks in his hand in mid-air and looked at the check in front of him in a daze.

The string of zeros was particularly glaring.

No matter what can be attached to the value of a million dollars, the standard is not as good as that, especially a small object like a sword, it is simply sky-high, and it is not Hattori Hanzo who proposed it.

This price code was offered by Beatrice.

It proved in her heart that the katana carefully crafted by Hattori Hanzo was worth the price.

It seems that the name of this knife casting master is really true.

“OK！”

Hattori Hanzo hesitated for a moment, then slowly put away the check: "Please dine, you two, I will give you what you want in a while." ”

Seeing him pick up the check, Beatrice breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't take it personally."

She took back her chopsticks, as if what she had just given was not a million dollars, but a piece of waste paper: "Yes, we have a common enemy, but I always remember your help." ”

"This Hanzo knife is a gift from me."

"Besides, you can use it too."

"Thank you!"

Ethan, of course, was not polite, smiled and picked up the wine cup, and touched the female killer lightly.

Having gifts to receive is, of course, a good thing.

Something worth a million dollars.

It's also worth a thank you.

Looking at the two people in front of him, Hattori Hanzo pursed his lips and smiled, one gave out a million dollars but didn't care at all, and the other accepted such a valuable gift, and it was just a faint thank-you.

These two people are not simple.

The knife he forged followed them, and it was not a loss.

Next.

The izakaya became quiet, and the two of them unhurriedly finished the sushi and put the last trace of sake in their mouths.

"Please come with me."

After they wiped their hands clean, Hattori Hanzo tidied up his clothes and strode out of the counter.

Following him, the two walked through the side door.

"Crunch~"

The wooden staircase was trampled on repeatedly, overwhelmed, and made a subtle sound.

The three of them walked upwards until they reached the third floor.

In the attic, it was empty.

There was nothing but the knife holder against the wall.

As soon as Ethan walked up the stairs, his eyes were drawn to the two knife stands directly opposite, and the katana on them contrasted sharply with the old attic.

The colorful scabbard gives off a layer of shine.

Although the blade is hidden.

But there was still a faint smell of evil.

"In the twenty-plus years since I've been retired." Hattori Hanzo walked slowly to the knife holder, his fingers running over the katana swords: "I have built a total of ten Hanzo swords, and I have poured almost all my heart and soul into it. ”

"To put it bluntly, these are my pinnacle work."

"Every night."

He grabbed a knife and swept it in his hand: "I can seem to hear them chirping, maybe a war horse is always eager to go to the battlefield, and drinking blood is their greatest desire." ”

Hattori Hanzo grabbed the handle of the knife and pulled it up.

"Zheng~"

The half-cut blade unfolded in front of Ethan and Beatrice with a faint crunch.

The snow-bright blade reflects the faces of the two.

The layers of snowflake patterns look particularly sloppy and full of violent beauty, the katana is slightly curved, and the long handle is suitable for both hands to exert force, this is definitely a fierce soldier.

"Da~"

With a flick of his wrist, he pushed the handle back again.

"Now."

Hattori Hanzo put the katana back on the knife holder and looked back at the two people standing behind: "Please take off your coat and spread your arms again, thank you!" ”

Ten knives of varying lengths.

Weights also vary.

He had to match the knives according to their height, weight, and strength.

In this way, it can be like an arm to the finger.

Fortunately, there are a lot of knives that I have built in the past 20 years, which is enough for these two people to choose, otherwise it will take a long time to re-forge them.

Neither Ethan nor Beatrice are twigglers.

As soon as you hear it, you know what the other party wants to do, and you take off your thin coat without saying a word.

The latter is more crisp.

Even took off the long-sleeved T-shirt inside, revealing a body with scars, and I couldn't tell that this guy was quite strong, and the muscle lines were particularly obvious.

The black bra style is fairly simple.

Her breathing fluctuated slightly, and Beatrice didn't care about the two men's gazes.

The physique of the two, the length of the arms.

Glance.

"Hold my hand."

Hattori Hanzo strode forward and stretched out his powerful hand to grab the female killer: "Let me feel your power!" ”

Put your hands together.

The Master of the Knife Forge also dragged a few times with explosive strength from time to time, feeling the grip of Beatrice.

The latter's self-sustaining strength is not small, but he is still dragged to a shaky figure.

Ten seconds later, it was put down.

Then, he looked at Ethan again, and held out his hand as well.

"Actually, I don't pick weight."

Ethan happily grabbed his hand and smiled, "Trust me, you just need to pick a handful of the right length for me." ”

Pull your hand.

Hattori Hanzo's face changed in shock, and he staggered and threw himself at Ethan.

"Be careful."

When he let go, he hurriedly held this guy up, saving himself from bumping into himself.

"You're a monster."

After Hattori Hanzo stood firm, he looked at Ethan with a sigh: "I have been forging knives all year round, and my strength is naturally not small, but I was easily dragged by you, yes, you really don't need to think about weight." ”

"Left, second, fifth."

"On the right, the first and third, these four knives are suitable for you."

The old boy looked distressed, waved his sleeves and said, "Whichever one you like, just take it!" ”

Later, he made his own recommendation to Beatrice.

The gray-haired old man was visibly sulking, and sat down cross-legged on the floor in frustration.

(End of chapter)