Chapter 62 Materials, recommendations

"I have to learn to be independent."

Arthur may have inherited Wachel's paranoia.

There are many absurd and self-righteous parts in his ideas.

A long time ago, he accidentally discovered the dwarf blacksmith and decided to become his apprentice. He passed the test. At that time, everyone in the workshop praised Wachel for his good teaching...

The spirit craftsman knew it well, but kept silent.

From that time on, the master and apprentice were forging a weapon to stab each other.

Arthur wanted to make a breakthrough and make his teacher prouder.

He fell into a vicious circle of self-satisfaction, even at the cost of hurting the closest people, just to get a chance to grow alone.

Ken said slowly.

"Wachel has always known that your knowledge was taught by others."

He explained the facts without any emotion and let the other party think for himself, which was more useful than any persuasion.

Arthur lowered his head.

"Sure enough, from the day of the test, the teacher began to let me learn and understand by myself..."

He seemed to have understood it a long time ago, but the two never talked about it.

As a craftsman, who can endure such an insult:

I can't teach my students, so I can only let them learn other people's skills to make progress!

What's more, it's a very self-respecting, paranoid old man like Wachier? So, for so many years, he has been enduring the pain in his heart.

Arthur means much more to him than apprentice and inheritance.

Wachier carefully hid his heartbreak. He knew that he was a spiritual craftsman. He cherished the bond of "master and apprentice", but he didn't want to affect Arthur's growth on the road of forging.

"The wisdom of Xienbio..."

Thinking of this, Arthur couldn't help but look up at the frosted dome, his red eyes filled with tears.

"What did I do?"

The more he thought about it, the more he blamed himself.

If you say goodbye in this way, all your passion will be gone, and there will only be pain that is difficult to heal, and regret that will accompany you for the rest of your life.

Ken's tone was still calm. He said:

"Wauchier received an order for weapons. He asked the son of Lord Elwei for a chance to purify the believer."

Arthur looked over in surprise.

Ken narrowed his eyes and looked at him, letting the emotion of "self-blame" take root.

"He did this just to remove the infection of hunting and falling from you. Tsk, think about how much the spirit craftsman hates weapons. If he really fulfills his promise, what price will he pay?"

The fire in the wreckage of the fountain still shone.

Arthur shook his head and begged the other party not to say anything. He was not questioning the teacher's determination, but was afraid that this thing would really happen.

The spirit craftsman can enhance the artifact.

If this kind of thing is added to the weapon, the backlash will eventually cause the forger to pay a very painful price.

Ken told what he knew.

Arthur listened quietly.

He slumped down at the bottom of the steps, saying nothing, like a child who had run away from home, who finally had a deeper understanding of rebellion and responsibility and was reflecting on himself.

Fortunately, it was not too late.

Ken could see that as long as Arthur recovered from this, he would go back and reconcile with the spirit craftsman.

[Series of Quests: Arthur's Teacher (III)]

[Progress: Completed]

The notes also confirmed his thoughts.

But I don't know why...

Ken felt a little anxious for no reason, and vaguely felt that something was going to happen.

Suddenly, in the shadow behind him, a voice came from a close distance.

"Don't use a steel sword."

"Huh!"

Quima was so scared that he stepped on the steps.

His hands had already touched the short blade and the bow handle, ready to "pull the distance first, then shoot arrows to output" at any time.

Ken turned his head to look at the other party.

The dwarf craftsman had been resurrected, and he looked quite calm, just like the state he saw at the beginning.

The only difference is:

The iron sheet wrapped around his hands now extended the shadow of the chain, which seemed to disappear in a decisive moment.

The dwarf stretched the chain straight and explained in a calm tone:

"Don't be curious, every time I wake up or try to step out of the rectangular hall, it reminds me of the sins I have committed."

[Imprisoning the soul, forced to live forever, he must continue to repent. ]

Ken really wanted to ask the other party what he had done wrong...

But he was afraid that the blacksmith would lose control of his emotions, so he thought for a moment and finally said nothing.

"Arthur."

The dwarf shouted at the bottom of the stairs.

"Take out the 411th draft you drew, and the materials I taught you to identify at that time."

Arthur came back to his senses from his daze.

He skillfully groped on the floor tiles and found the corresponding trigger mechanism.

This kind of secret compartment is almost standard for blacksmiths.

But the dwarves made it more sophisticated. The storage space they designed was three-dimensional and could be spliced ​​at will. The enchantment on the operating table was stronger and could engrave more complex and profound inscriptions.

"What a pity."

Ken sighed.

The stone table was severely damaged, and its original special functions had all disappeared. At this time, it was just an ordinary tool for apprentices to draw.

"Although my place is simple, I have left some things."

The chain in the blacksmith's hand had disappeared.

He picked up the fruit brought by Arthur with a piece of iron, and said while eating: "Every time I meet a guest, I have to give something. This child got the knowledge he wanted, and you..."

[The other party listened to the whole content and seemed to be very interested in you. ]

The blacksmith paused for a moment.

He suddenly thought of many things. The young man in front of him was very special. Winter Mother would not trust a face from South Xinjiang for no reason. Was it out of necessity, or was it a game of the old gods?

Seeing that he was slow to speak, Ken thought he was going to lose control again, so he asked tentatively:

"What do you want to give me?"

The dwarf's scattered eyes focused on Ken again.

"One material, one suggestion."

He threw away the fruit core, and the two pieces of iron knocked against each other. Arthur, who was urged, quickly sent the things and manuscript paper over.

[Material: Cold Axis Handle]

[Quality: Legend]

[Forged semi-finished product, the frame has been formed, only certain types of weapons can use it. ]

Ken was a little excited when he saw the quality.

He couldn't help but observe carefully:

This material is in the shape of a long handle, with an inconspicuous wavy arc on the main body, the skeleton is taking shape, and the outline of the "strike part" is outlined.

Hiss, what kind of weapon does this shape look like?

Arthur spread out the drawing at this time, and the answer was instantly revealed-it was a majestic winter battle axe!

Ancient style, with wild features of the dwarf era.

[Item: Dark Draft·Morning and Dusk]

[A very sophisticated weapon design, it uses special techniques to hide the forging and casting process. Only the top forgers will use this "dark draft". ]

The dwarf craftsman raised his arms.

"This drawing is a suggestion."

He was like a pilgrim, looking back at where he came from, his face was calm and deep, although his height was only up to Ken's ribs, but his aura was very strong at this time.

Craftsmen, in their own field, must have absolute confidence.

The dwarf stared at Ken's black gloves, and seemed to have a glimpse of the tattoo underneath. He said firmly:

"Don't take a steel sword, you have to take a battle axe."