People are at the junction, but they become the incarnation of the sun

"It's okay, Roderica. I believe I can find it."

He touched the girl's little head again.

Roderica may not have the talent for fighting, nor the talent for magic or prayer, but she still has this unique ability.

That ability to adjust spirits.

As far as he knows, apart from [Eternal Queen] Malika, only Roderica possesses it. This shows how rare this talent is.

"...Thank you for your concern, Mr. Rhine, but I will not give up this time! No matter what, I don't want to betray everyone's expectations again. I will definitely become a person who can help Mr. Rhine!"

Roderica cheered up again, her eyes shining with determination.

"Then come on, lovely Roderica, I believe you can do it."

"Thank you, Mr. Rhine."

Perhaps because of his affectionate name, Roderica's fair little face suddenly blushed, and she immediately bowed to him and thanked him.

Then he ran away from him as if he was running away.

What a shy child.

Looking at Roderica's retreating back, he couldn't help but have an aunt's smile on his lips.

This feeling is like raising a younger sister...

Afterwards, he wandered alone in the huge round table hall.

It's not that he has nothing to do, but he has to do the second thing when he comes to the Round Table Hall——

Find someone, someone very important.

In addition to the small obsession in his heart, he could also find out from that person whether there were centipede wounds on D's body.

175. Xiu Gu and Roger on the verge of death (4.5K)

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Every time the heavy sledgehammer falls, countless sparks will burst out from the anvil and splash all over the ground.

An old hybrid has an iron chain tied to his feet, and the other end is fixed to the wall. A portrait of [War King] Godfrey hangs diagonally above the wall.

However, this mixed-breed old man seemed to be completely indifferent to this. He concentrated on staring at the red-hot weapon on the anvil, striking it again and again, surrounded by his masterpieces.

Various swords, guns, and halberds cover almost all types of weapons, and judging from the sharp blades, you can tell that they are not extraordinary, but are made with painstaking efforts.

Not only that, although he looks old, his movements are precise and powerful, and he can even use the seemingly heavy stone sledgehammer with one hand.

There was a burning stove beside him, and the firelight reflected the old man's dry face, reflecting his serious expression.

The heat emanating from the stove caused the temperature around it to rise a lot.

That hot feeling makes all the faders who come and go avoid it.

Reinhard was the only one standing in front of the anvil, watching the hybrid's blacksmithing action intently, motionless, letting sparks splash onto him.

Even the luxurious clothing on his body has been riddled with holes.

When the hammer fell, the sound echoed loudly, as if it hit his heart. Every time it fell, it would bring back some memories.

This made his eyes look a bit nostalgic.

This old blacksmith is called Xiu Gu. He claims to be a loser and was captured here.

He is one of the few people in the game who recognizes him as the king.

He spared no effort to strengthen his weapons, and finally created weapons capable of killing gods.

However, the result of forging the god-killing weapon also sounded the evening bell of Xiugu and ushered in the end of death.

In the end, he and Rodrika were buried in flames, buried in this round table hall, and disappeared together.

"...a strange face."

Suddenly, the blacksmith stopped striking, and while speaking in a dull and hoarse voice, he raised his head and looked at him with his bright eyes.

"...I..."

"Oh, it's you, that child once mentioned you to me..."

Before he could speak, he was interrupted by Xiu Gu, who then picked up the hammer again and hit the anvil hard.

It didn't take much thinking to know that the child Xiugu was talking about was Roderica.

This is not unexpected. Mr. Xiu Gu is the person closest to Roderica besides him, so it is normal to mention him.

"Well, everything you have to do is the same. Take out the weapon and I'll forge it."

This passion and persistence for forging is like the arrival of Hephaestus, the god of fire in Greek mythology. The hammer and anvil are his symbols, often accompanied by the furnace, forging weapons for the gods.

Xiugu, who forged weapons for the faded, can be said to be unique in the border area in terms of skills, and even Mr. Iggy cannot compare with him.

It's a pity that Xiugu only has the unique skills of Hephaestus, but does not have the treatment of Hephaestus.

Instead, he was imprisoned in this round table hall forever like a prisoner.

However, since Mr. Xiu Gu proposed this point, he also chose to do it, took out his pocket and handed over the punch-like virtue.

Seeing the weapon in his hand that was glowing like a gem, Xiugu put down the hammer and looked at it carefully.

"hmmm... It's very rare. It's actually a pyroxene weapon, and the forging process is not bad..."

As he spoke, he took away the half-forged long sword from the anvil, put his virtue on it, and raised his head to look at him again.

"This forging process is very similar to that of the mountain demon clan in the past. Are you a Kalyan from Lienia?"

The only person who can use pyroxene weapons in the whole border area is Kallia who is good at magic.

"Yes, Mr. Xiu, you are right. I am indeed Reinhardt, the Kalia knight from Lienia who once served [Moon Princess] Lani."

Under Xiugu's gaze, he respectfully said his name, and in order to express his inner respect and reverence, he presented his knighthood.

He didn't even bend down when he saw Shu Gu, but he bowed deeply when he saw Xiu Gu.

A craftsman like Xiugu and his character deserve his bow.

He also respects this old man from the bottom of his heart.

It's just that the tattered clothes on his body were quite funny with this knightly ceremony, like a poor and elegant down-and-out nobleman, which attracted the faded people passing by to stop and even point at him.

As a member of the Faded Ones, he actually bowed to a captive hybrid.

But neither he nor Xiu Gu cared.

Xiu Gu slowly lifted the hammer placed aside, lowered his head again and raised the hammer to hit the anvil. The hoarse old voice sounded again.

"...It doesn't have to be like this. I'm just a dirty and ugly mixed-breed prisoner, and I'm not qualified to be respected by you."

"No, there aren't many craftsmen like you left in the borderlands."

The hammer clinked when it landed on the anvil, and the sound was so loud that his words were completely covered up.

"Oh, come back later. It will take some time to forge this weapon."

Xiu Gu immediately ordered him to be expelled. He didn't know whether it was because of what he said or because of the faded people around him.

But Reinhard did not leave immediately, but asked again: "Master Xiu, I have something else to ask you. Do you know the whereabouts of Mr. Roger? I have something to ask him for... .”

"I don't know. I'm just a blacksmith. Forging weapons is the only thing I can do."

Xiugu tapped his weapon and replied smoothly.

But he seemed to think it was inappropriate, so he added: "...But you are talking about the boy who plays with pyroxene magic. I haven't seen him for a long time."

After saying that, Xiu Gu concentrated on hammering the weapon again.

"Okay then, thank you Mr. Xiu Gu."

Nothing was found here in Xiugu, and no information was learned about Roger's whereabouts.

Since I didn't see this guy in Stonewell City, he must have returned to the Round Table Hall.

Because Roger has nowhere else to go but here.

But where can you hide?

He searched almost the entire second floor of the Round Table Hall. He even visited the room where Feiya was originally supposed to be, but there was no one in it.

Even the niches in the walls were turned over.

But nothing was found except a pile of broken and rusty weapons.

Where can I hide?

He casually pulled up an abandoned chair and sat down, leaning his head against the wall and looking at the several-meter-high ceiling, thinking quietly.

There is none at the original terrace location, nor anywhere else.

Where can a human being infected by a dead root go?

Just like cats and dogs, they find a secluded place to die quietly when they get old.

Just as he was leaning there trying to figure out where Roger could hide, he suddenly heard something moving through the wall.

"Someone is crying?"

He leaned against the wall and listened carefully.

No, it’s not crying!

It was more like someone moaning in pain than crying.

And behind this wall, he remembered Neferi saying that it was a place where discarded debris was piled.

"No way, this guy is actually hiding here?!"

Not caring about any more surprises, he quickly stood up and walked towards the next door.

As soon as I walked through the door, I was greeted by a musty smell. In addition to dust, the air was also filled with the smell of decay and dilapidation, mixed with a trace of death.

Not only is the candlelight dim here, but you can clearly feel the instability when you step on the floor. I wonder how many years this room has been abandoned.

Yet, deep down there, he found Roger, dressed like a bard.