People in the Ark, Dimensional Blacksmith

Why should he be chained to death here?

So one morning, Silber, who had completed the retirement procedures, quietly disappeared at home.

Due to the nature of his work, he was required by the relevant department to stay in Londinium for a year before he was allowed to leave. For this reason, three special agents from MI[-] were guarding him.

But none of those experienced operators found out when Silber disappeared.

Such a big living person disappeared in Lentinium like this, and even the record of him could not be found at the border crossing.

In order not to lose face, the MI[-] commander decided to bury this fact, pretending that Silber was still active in the Londinium home.

On the other side, Wilbur's former assistant knocked on the gate of a manor again.

A tired middle-aged man opened the door of his house and saw a lingering figure standing in the night.

He was speechless for a moment, he knew how many disturbances would be caused in the whole of Victoria when his best student came back to look for him again.

"You're sorry." The man tapped his brow.

Weier raised his head slightly, his eyes were as cold as steel: "It is because I regret it now that I regret it."

"This is also what I owe to you father and daughter." The man paused, and finally opened the wooden door completely: "It's just that, you may need to discard your previous name."

Weir: "I've lost too much now."

Behind that wooden door, at the end of that corridor, was a set of military uniforms on a hanger, neat rows of military ranks, and a dilapidated first-generation steam armor.

"Now, your name should be Cromwell."

The man sighed, this is the name of his dead daughter: "The Northeast defense line, Ursas and Gaul are constantly at odds, Casimir and Letania are not very peaceful recently, and small-scale conflicts broke out frequently. A good place to make military achievements."

Well...Cromwell walked into the house and said in a deep voice, "Then I should pray for the outbreak of all-out war?"

"Perhaps, there is no way to predict the outcome of a war—three years, even if no large-scale war breaks out, with your strength, three years is enough for you to accumulate military merits, and the road after that is only You can go alone."

The man closed the door, he turned and walked into the room, and took out a gun-shaped weapon that was completely mechanically crafted from a long and exquisite silver box.

"Imitate the guns and staffs of the Lateran people, and Victoria only has this one, and now it belongs to you."

This is the staff given to this military family by the former emperor. The reputation and recognition of outsiders, even the so-called notarization regulations of the court, are not as powerful as this staff.

Before Cromwell left the manor, the man asked her about her pursuit again: "I want to know what you are doing all this for."

And Cromwell's answer was categorical: "In order to allow the heads of those nobles to be crushed by the tracks of the water tank."

Since then, both Silber and Weir disappeared in Londinium.

Spring went to autumn, half a year passed like this.

It's just that Londinium, which has lost two people, has not changed, because the butterfly on the other side has just flapped its wings, and the storm has not yet rolled in.

However, for a fringe city in Gaul, the addition of a blacksmith did bring about considerable changes in their lives.

Whether this change is good or bad, no one has yet known.

Unlike other blacksmiths, this extremely young-looking blacksmith was not taciturn at all. He looked like a college student who had just graduated, but his craftsmanship even surpassed those of the old blacksmiths.

This young blacksmith is good at everything, with superb craftsmanship, affordable prices, and no faults in his conduct. The only problem is that he can't make some low-tech devices.

For example, those one-piece kitchen knives that can be mass-produced, but sometimes the young man would gladly accept it when he asked him to sharpen the kitchen knives.

He's good at sharpening knives, he even had an old lady

After cutting the vegetables, Tai subconsciously poked the kitchen knife at the chopping board, and as a result, the chopping board was split open.

Urban rumors like this became more and more popular among the crowd as the young man settled here for a longer period of time.

And the young blacksmith who caused such a disturbance was naturally Hilber who had left Londinium.

He has been blacksmithing in Victoria for three years. Although his craftsman points have not been upgraded much, his craftsman experience has allowed him to upgrade several levels. Coupled with some strength training in the usual blacksmithing, his physical fitness has reached the elite level after long-term training. Soldier level.

Then, together with the optical/thermal imaging simulation cloak he created using the blueprints, he easily slipped out of his home in Londinium, and left the street grandly.

After spending about a week on the road, Silber decided to settle down in this Gaul city called Burgundy.

On the one hand, it is because Burgundy is rich in resources. Although it is a fringe city in Gaul, its economic development is exceptionally good, and it also has a high degree of autonomy in foreign business.

It can be said that Burgundy's independence is infinitely close to breaking away from Gaul.

On the other hand, it is Burgundy's geographic location. It is located in the southernmost part of Gaul. Its mobile city is bordered by Victoria, Letania, and Lateran, and it is even the port of the Iberian route. Block, which means that a large number of people from various countries and civilizations will stay here.

And these are what Silber wants to see, so people who are willing to come to him for iron will inevitably have many requirements that he can't get in touch with in Victoria.

These requirements are also the best bonus for Hilber to obtain artisan points.

High-precision, difficult, and difficult-to-copy props and equipment are completely different ways to obtain artisan points from high-popularity and high-practicability.

It's just that the current Silber has no way to go through both paths, he can only try one by one, and under the premise that the latter cannot go through, he can only go through the former.

After living in Burgundy for half a year, Silber has already made a name for himself here by virtue of his craftsmanship and reputation, as well as the rather weird forging conditions.

All the hard work has finally come to the harvest time.

It was approaching midnight, and Silber was about to end his day's work today. He had just repaired a Sarkaz staff, and studied Kazdel's unique forging skills and origin stone skills.

And just as he was about to turn off the stove, the doorbell was pushed by the door leaf.

"Sorry for the guest, we are closed today."

Silber yelled without looking back, and then his own figure stopped.

Because he smelled a disturbing smell.

It seemed to be the salty smell of the ocean, mixed with the rusty smell of blood.

Silber clenched the hammer in his hand, and slowly turned around.

Then I saw a leather-clothed girl with silver hair, red eyes, and no racial characteristics, leaning against the wall, panting and looking at herself.

In the girl's hand is a big sword that has been broken in two.

"You, can you fix it?"

she said so.

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Chapter 2 Greatsword Restoration Project

"You, can you fix it?"

The girl leaning against the wall had a sickly pale face, and the bloody smell flowed out of her body, and together with her life force that was gradually drying up.

But her voice was as thick as a mountain, as if her own weakness was just an illusion.

There was a hint of indifference and arrogance in her words, she wasn't even asking if it could be repaired, but was asking if Hilber could repair it.

It can be seen how confident this girl is in the technology contained in her weapon.

Silber squinted his eyes and observed the young girl at a storefront distance from her.

To be honest, he came to Burgundy to pursue a more rare forging opportunity, but this does not mean that he will agree to everyone's conditions.

How to judge whether one's employer is a good person determines whether a blacksmith can live longer.

The girl in front of her was wearing a close-fitting leather jacket. Some thick fibers could be seen from the damaged surface of the clothing, which showed that the clothing also played a protective role.

With Silber's experience, he can only vaguely recognize that Iberia has this style of design, but he has also taken over the analysis of Iberia equipment in the past.

From the results, Silber could judge that the clothes on this girl were at least two levels higher than Iberia's.

Seeing the big from the small, you can have such a technical level in protective equipment, and it is conceivable that the weapon that best reflects its industrialization capabilities.

Just like Victoria's steam armor, the weapons and equipment used by the soldiers are the technological embodiment of the forces behind them.

As if aware of Silber's guarded scrutiny, the girl sneered and said, "Even now, before you can react, I can push you to the ground instead of being vigilant about these useless things. , it’s better to do what you should do honestly.”

"Of course it can be repaired." Silber put the hammer in his hand on his belt: "But

I think you have to show a little sincerity, I will never forge for people with unknown origins. "

The girl raised her eyebrows, as if to lament that Silber had a big tone, but she still said her name:

"Gloretia, as for where I come from, that's not something you can know."

Silber heard some clues: "If you say it, you will be destroyed?"

"It's you who will be doomed."

Gloria's tone gradually began to show some laziness, and in her current state, this kind of laziness is not good news.

Silber tilted his head slightly, and finally agreed to Gloria's request: "Well, it seems that the closing time may be a little later today."

Facing Silber's promise, the girl named Gloria asked a little amusedly: "Why don't you continue to ask, according to your habits, shouldn't you understand this kind of thing?"

"If I were a policeman, you'd probably spend the night answering my questions, but I'm just a blacksmith."

Silber walked to the counter, began to clear a space, and squatted down to rummage in the cabinet:

"Those equipment can tell me more than what I can get from communicating with people.

"Your weapon, whether it's the fatal scar that caused it to break, or other traces left by long-term combat, doesn't look like it was found on a human-a guy who fought against large creatures, and did it. So mysterious, these two points alone are enough to dispel all my curiosity."

After finishing speaking, Silber stood up and threw a box in his hand to Gloria: "Take it, although the things are not complete, but they can barely deal with your wounds. Also, close the door .”

When the box was still in the air, Gloria had already seen the patterns on it clearly. It was a translucent plastic box containing some prescription drugs.

Gloria caught the box, chuckled, and pushed the iron door next to her with her hand, closing the door.

After closing the door, the girl seemed to let out a sigh of relief, and her figure leaning against the wall couldn't stop sliding down. Finally, she took advantage of the opportunity and sat on the chair that Silber placed by the door, before she stabilized. Hold your own figure.

"These gadgets are not very useful." Gloria threw away the medicine kit, "It's better to say that giving me these antibiotics and drugs to stop bleeding is better than giving me a lot of protein and sugar, that is more practical. "

"That's unfortunate. My place is just a blacksmith's shop, not a restaurant."

Silber walked to Gloria's side. He didn't care about whether the girl gave him first aid with the items in the medical kit, but instead focused on the broken sword.

After all, it is impossible for anyone to have a good tone to a guy who flirts with him.

He stretched out his hand to pick up the big sword and the fragments, and he really felt the expected super high weight. The density of the material of this big sword is definitely crushed by commonly used alloys.

According to Silber's knowledge, metal materials of this density can only be used for the transmission shaft of the chassis of the mobile city. After all, the torque that the transmission shaft needs to carry can propel the entire city forward.

And after seeing Hilber pick up the big sword quite casually, Gloria had a little more trust. She knew how heavy this weapon was, and she could have such strength, no matter how she looked at it. Is an ordinary blacksmith.