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What a joke, that slap with a strong wind can reduce my life by at least 10 years.

"I'm sorry, I'm used to it. After all, the blacksmith's shop is not very loud, and some customers can't hear it clearly."

Looking at Litton, whose complexion became a bit unfriendly because of his slap, Carpenter scratched the back of his bald head and laughed.

"Why do I feel like the cart is putting the cart before the horse..."

"Haha, don't care about those details, come and talk in the room."

He laughed and brought the two of them into the room behind the blacksmith shop.

After the closed door blocked the buzzing noise from the front desk, both Neil and Litton subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

"I said, can't you switch the reception room and the front desk? You scare away the guests as soon as they come."

Neil sat on the chair and couldn't help complaining.

Carpenter handed Litton a chair, but the latter shook his head and refused. Carpenter shrugged, put it under his buttocks, and said.

"How can we do that? Only by letting customers directly see the enthusiasm of our shop forging iron can we have confidence in our products. This is our purpose."

Gan, another deadhead.

As a blacksmith shop that often makes disturbing noises, Carpenter and the others often receive complaints from other shops and residents in the commercial street. Kyle has had a headache for a long time and talked to him many times, but they still have no reflection In other words, it is determined to set up the blacksmithing place in the city center, or the front desk of the store.

"Since they don't want to hear the sound, it's fine if they can't hear the sound!"

After such straightforward thinking, they did not place the blacksmith shop outside the city or in a no-man's land like other blacksmith shops, but made an even more annoying noise than before, which lasted for three full days.

When the almost unbearable residents were about to start a riot, they found that they had replaced the entire blacksmith shop with an iron wall several meters thick.

Although many people still have complaints about this, on the one hand, they did not make much noise, and on the other hand, the quality of the finished products they produced was indeed very good, so they did not continue to complain.

However, their building, which is almost at the level of a war fortress, has also earned the title of "Rock". Many people even think that even if Lorhallin falls, this blacksmith shop may not necessarily fall.

Neil, who got acquainted with Carpenter because of his many novel ideas, often told him the disadvantages of the front desk design, but he had never heard of his more straightforward ideas than Litton.

"So, what's the result of the test? I heard that there seems to be a noble child with the qualifications of a brave person in this ceremony."

Carpenter put his hands on his knees and asked Neil curiously who was sitting in front of him.

"Ah, yes, Miss Northculem's name is Will Marina."

"That famous noble from Rescateje? It seems that their family's status will rise again."

He stroked his unshaven chin, then looked Neil up and down.

"Then what about you, you have been so talented since you were a child, shouldn't you be qualified for all four elements?"

"It's not that exaggerated, the elemental affinity of wind and earth."

"Tch, that's all. I thought I could at least be compatible with three elements."

Seeing the obvious disappointment on Carpenter's face, a well appeared on Neil's forehead.

"I'm really sorry for the two elements...so have you finished what I want?"

Seeing the devastated expression on his face, Carpenter also became happier, and gave a thumbs up with a smile.

"Of course, the requirement of regular customers is to pay in full, which must be the first priority."

He looked at Neil's obviously agitated expression, and he didn't hang on deliberately. After sitting up from the chair, he motioned for two people to follow him.

As Carpenter led them deeper, the three came to the innermost forge.

This is the forging room exclusively for Carpenter. Although he seldom blacksmiths himself because he has to take care of the operation of the Rock Blacksmith Shop, everyone in the city knows that Carpenter is definitely the best in terms of forging ability. Loharleen's strongest.

"However, your boy's request is really weird. I have been thinking about that type of weapon for a long time before I can think of a general direction."

While leading the two in front, he complained to Neil.

After all, Neil only gave him a rough drawing and a description of its features, and he needed to fill in the rest by himself, which was no less difficult than restoring a brain hole to reality.

"It's because only you can have this ability, so I can only ask you."

Neil smiled embarrassingly. Since he was a child, he always told Carpenter a lot of weird ideas, and then he went to think hard to fill them up. A series of things such as water pumps came from him. Only hands can reproduce in this world.

After all, I was a college student of liberal arts in my previous life, and I just knew how to use many things, but once it got to the specific details, he was completely blinded, and even the way of farming was messed up for a long time. The knowledge is only barely made up.

Who told me that I didn't study much in the summer vacation of my third year of high school, and I almost forgot the addition, subtraction, multiplication and division of root signs.If I can remember it in advance, maybe it will be more promising to do chemical research in this world.

After all, how did those Wenchaogongs with brains comparable to 256G memory manage to memorize all subjects without dead ends, and then farm in a different world?Could it be that if you don't study hard, you will be blinded even through time travel?

When Neil complained silently.His words also benefited Carpenter's heart, and he burst out laughing.

He had a lot of ghost ideas since he was a child, some of which were ideas that he had never thought of. In the process of cooperating with him, seeing the finished product forged by his own thinking and hard work, the sense of accomplishment was quite for him as a blacksmith. enjoy.

That's why he is willing to help Neil, especially after the things he and Neil created together have improved the lives of many people in Loharrin, so even if it is more laborious, he is happy to complete some for him. interesting thought.

"Here, that's what you said, a weapon that is more suitable for many situations."

Carpenter raised his finger and pointed to the weapons on the wall that were hung in mid-air by several shelves, reflecting the cold light.

He turned his head and glanced at Neil, only to find that he hadn't heard his words at all.

His sight has been completely attracted by the weapon in his mind.

Exuding a cold luster, the crescent-like blade is silent, but it gives people a feeling of sharpness.

It is different from normal knives in that the sharpened blades are on both sides of the curve, regardless of the back and the blade.

At the rest, a bumpy part separates the blade from the handle.The round and smooth wooden block wraps the handle, which makes people feel that the curved arc is very smooth.

And next to the scimitar, a piece of what seemed to be the folding ruler of the original world hung in the air like it.

The overall metal is shaped like a folded tree branch, and there are slots similar to the jaws of the scimitar at the connection and end of the two metals.

Because it was folded, its length was just in line with Neil's habit of using it. If it was completely opened and turned into a long stick, only adults like Litton could use it.

"Honestly speaking, the most difficult part of your weapon is the joint. If you want it to be combined at will or disassembled in battle, the joint must be able to withstand the impact of fierce battles. Otherwise, if it flies when it collides with the enemy, it loses its original meaning.”

Carpenter shrugged, then watched Neil walk up in a daze, and continued.

"However, I have found a way to solve this aspect. Unless you are directly facing something like the holy sword, you don't need to worry about losing the chain in the battle."

"Considering your current height and future growth needs, I adjusted the folded height to the extent that you are suitable for now. If you install the scimitar in the closed state, it is suitable for your short scythe, and it is your short sickle in the unfolded state. The long scythe that was originally envisioned, so that you can fully grasp it when you grow up."

Neil stroked the surface of the scimitar, the cold metal felt so comfortable, as if he had been familiar with it for a long time.

"Uncle Carpenter..."

he murmured.

"You are a real bully..."

"Bull...bull what?"

Carpenter froze for a moment, he didn't understand what Neil just said.

"What I mean is that you are really powerful and perfectly meet my requirements."

"Hey, of course, compared to me, I'm the number one blacksmith in Loharrin."

He smiled smugly, then asked.

"Speaking of which, when you handed me the blueprint, you didn't seem to have told me the name of this weapon, did you? How about you make one yourself?"

"No, it already has a name."

Neil's eyes lit up, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Its name is, the funeral blade."

Picture: "Funeral Blade", location: "Images/1656470589-100326159-108972145.jpg"

Volume 8: The Journey of Borovie: Chapter 8

"Hey, don't look at me with that kind of eyes, this weapon is really called the funeral blade!"

Seeing Carpenter and Litton showing strange expressions after he finished speaking, Neil, feeling inexplicably ashamed, couldn't help blushing and shouted immediately.

"Ah... no, the main reason is that this kind of name comes from the mouth of a 12-year-old child, how should I put it..."

Carpenter suppressed a smile, and turned his head while talking.

"There's always a feeling that people can't help but laugh."

Seeing his shrugged shoulders and Litton's blushing expression from suppressed laughter, Neil couldn't help but see a well on his forehead.

Xiaoxiaoxiaoxiao, what a joke, Rescateje’s holy sword is called everything for you, and I’ve never seen you laugh so happily!

Perhaps seeing that the anger on Neil's face was almost uncontrollable, Carpenter let out a long sigh of relief and recovered his emotions before proceeding to introduce Neil.

"This... funeral blade, according to your requirements, has the shape of a knife, a short sickle, and a sickle for your future preparation, but the hardness and strength of the connecting rod itself are actually enough to be used as a sword. The stick came to be used independently."

While talking, Carpenter stood in front of the folding shelf, flicked its surface with his fingers, and made a crisp metallic sound.

"To be honest, I originally wanted to use materials that can host magic power to create this weapon. After all, I thought that you might have a talent with all four elements and all attributes. The weapon that can be infused with magic power is in your hands. The role that can be played should be greater.”

Thinking of this, he couldn't help sighing.

"It's a pity that you can't find something like Demon Realm Silver, and not only can it not cause harm, but it will also bring great hidden dangers."

Cold sweat broke out on Neil's forehead immediately, and he waved his hand quickly.

"It's fine, it's okay, it's a good thing, uncle, you didn't make that kind of magic weapon."

The inorganic objects in this world are not completely safe. Like many armors or weapons buried in inaccessible places, many of them will also become monsters under the erosion of magic power, waiting for ignorant adventurers to pick them up. Then make it your own husband.

What's more, in Japan, there are cases where items that have been used for a long time become monsters like Fusangshen.

Neil trembled subconsciously when he thought about the scene where his funeral blade suddenly turned into a sissy version of a silver-haired old hunter, carrying a scythe with a sickly look on his face. I shook my body.

The demon silver mentioned by Carpenter is a kind of demon ore. Because it is easy to host magic power, it is widely used in various magic props. Royal silver and so on.

The weapons made of demon silver will not cause harm to the flesh, and the wounds cut by them will continuously flow out essence and magic power, which will cause the enemy's physical exhaustion.

It's just that for human women who can't continue to produce essence, the loss of their own magic power and the erosion of the magic power of the demon silver itself will make it quite easy to become a monster, so it is actually quite dangerous for human women.

Now that the human world has not been opened and the monsters have bloomed more, the ore of the demon world is still quite rare.

In other words, if the scythe turns into a doll girl instead of a girlish Geman, should I turn against him directly......

When Neil's thoughts were still going astray, Carpenter was still introducing him to the various functions of the funeral blade.

"Considering that you plan to go out and travel, it is likely that you will be camping in the wild, so I have also added some small functions to provide some convenience."

"First of all, this is the connecting rod that is part of the weapon. If it is opened, it can also be used as a support for a tent or a campfire."

"In addition, outside the pole, there is a special space for binding or hooking on the backpack. After all, it is your own exclusive weapon. I guess other stores can't find a strap that can hold your weapon."

"So I also made a matching storage, and I can easily draw out the weapon when carrying the luggage, so that I can deal with emergencies, right?"

Carpenter looked at the wide-eyed Neil, and said with a smile, the expression of surprise and praise really benefited him.

"In addition, there is a small card slot at the connecting rod. I have put a few flint and steel in it in advance. It should be very useful."

Neil watched as he pushed slightly on one of the connecting rods, and a small depression inside was exposed, and a few small black stones were lying there quietly.

"Uncle, you think too comprehensively."

Neil couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

The other party was indeed an experienced veteran blacksmith, who had even taken into account all kinds of situations in the wild, and his weapon, which was purely to satisfy his inner impulse, suddenly became full of practicality.

"It is said that monsters such as dwarves or cyclops are very good at exquisite design, I would like to see it if I have the chance..."

Carpenter stroked this new weapon in his own hands and said with emotion.

"Come on, if you really get mixed up with that group of monsters, my father and I can only reluctantly drive you out of Loharin."

Neil couldn't help rolling his eyes.

If there are monsters in the territory, the nobles as lords are obliged to expel them. Otherwise, once discovered by the religious order, they will be labeled as protecting monsters, not to mention that their official positions will be lost, and they will not be sent to the stake. It's lucky to have a frame.

After all, although dwarves or cyclops are quite gentle monsters, they will not actively attack humans or turn other female monsters into objects, but they don't mind "making it easy" when other sisters enter the city. For men who have already approached monsters, they can't wait for the territory to become the chassis of monsters, and they will basically not stop the behavior of their monster wives.

If one doesn't look well, one family of monsters will become a street of monsters, and then grow like a snowball, and after being noticed by the religious group, they will be purged with fire.

So the Ron family will not tolerate this aspect, at least they will be driven to the forest outside the territory to fend for themselves.

The hermit village with many monsters is actually composed of couples of those monsters.

"I know, I know, isn't this just a feeling, I don't want to ruin the future of the store just because of a whim."

Carpenter curled his lips and complained.