"How did he learn?"
"Very good." Fulgrim replied with a smile. "Actually, Ferus, it's very good!"
"Yeah?"
Ferrus Manus took a moment to raise his head during a break in his work and glanced at the Chemos.
The latter's violet eyes were sparkling, obviously happy about this. Gorgon shook his head helplessly, not understanding how his emotions fluctuated throughout the day.
"Of course, of course!" Fulgrim finally couldn't help laughing. "I'd love to tell you how smart he is, but—"
He shrugged and stood up cheerfully. "——Excuse me, I have to prepare lessons, Ferus."
"...I have some objections to your use of the word smart to describe him." Ferrus Manus lowered his head and said.
He was bent over his workbench, working on something. The preliminary work of forging has been completed, and the next thing to do is very simple. He only needs to carve some patterns on the sword body, and then make a matching hilt.
But...he wasn't so sure the sword's owner would like it.
"How can you say that!"
After hearing his words, Fulgrim, who was about to leave, turned around lightly, his silver hair flying in the air, and his posture was as graceful as a dance.
There was a bit of narrow-mindedness on his face - it was obvious that he actually knew that Ferus didn't mean that, but he just wanted to move the topic in that direction.
"I just think you shouldn't describe him like that. Smart is used to describe children, and Konrad Coates is obviously not a child." Ferus replied slowly.
He didn't need to look up to guess the expression on Fulgrim's face at this moment - of course it would be a lie to say he didn't care, but Ferus knew another thing better.
It would be best for him not to let Fulgrim know what he was thinking now, as this had been proven many times in the past.
"Why isn't he?"
Fulgrim leaned on the workbench and asked in an exaggerated tone. "He is only one and a half years old, Ferus, what were you doing when you were one and a half years old?"
"Kill the giant beast." Ferrus Manus replied flatly. "Kill many giant beasts,"
"...I really shouldn't have asked you this question."
"You should just leave."
Ferus raised his head and said. "It's better to prepare lessons for Conrad, or talk to Luo Jia, and ask him why he has locked himself in the room for the past two days, than to disturb me here while forging a sword."
"Luojia? What happened to him?" Fulgrim frowned.
"He made a trip to Nostramo, following Dorne."
Ferrus shook his head. This sentence was enough to explain many things - what could Lorgar Aurelion do in Nostramo?
Hearing this, Fulgrim sighed involuntarily. When he spoke again, his voice became deeper.
"...I really don't understand the reason." The Chemos man said. "Those arguments... don't make any sense, and besides, he was..."
"It was a terrible beating."
Ferus answered calmly. "But I'm amazed at the self-control that Khalil Lohars has. If anyone spoke such nonsense about my father, or my Legion, in front of me, I would tear him apart with my warhammer."
"It's the warhammer I gave you." Fulgrim corrected and laughed.
He repeated it while laughing. "I gave you the warhammer—but don't forget it, Ferus."
"..."
The giant with silver arms gave a rare sigh. He straightened up, moved the sword waiting to be carved to the back, then folded his hands and shook his head seriously at Fulgrim.
"If you keep bringing this up so often, I'm going to consider changing the name of Furnace Breaker."
"Huh? Oh--okay."
The corners of the Chemos man's mouth curved downward. "It's your weapon now anyway, so if you want to change its name, I have nothing to say."
Ferus shook his head and spoke slowly: "...Do you know what I would call it?"
"What?"
"Fulgrim is an annoying nagging fellow."
"You call that a weapon's name?!"
Fulgrim shouted. "Besides - my name shouldn't appear on the weapon! Besides, where am I nagging?!"
Ferus didn't speak, just stared at him and shook his head again. This silent answer left the Chemos speechless. He raised a finger angrily: "Okay, Ferus, so that's how you see me!"
Ferrus Manus finally sighed.
He raised his head and let his gaze pass beyond Fulgrim and fall on a giant who walked in from the sliding door. Then, he nodded slightly and greeted in a short voice.
"Dorn."
"Ferrus—and Fulgrim."
Roger Dorn walked in expressionlessly. He changed into a long-sleeved top again, but still buttoned all the buttons. He remained as serious as ever.
"Ah, Rogge! Come and help me judge!"
"...No." Rogal Dorn shook his head.
"What? I haven't said what it is!"
"I don't want to get involved in the quarrel between you two." Rogal Dorn said expressionlessly.
"I won't do this anymore. You guys always argue for some inexplicable reason, and if someone is really going to judge you as you say, you will start talking for each other. In short, I won't Do this.”
He shook his head and repeated it in a determined tone. "I won't do that, Fulgrim."
"...Why are you like this?" Fulgrim asked in disbelief.
However, neither the person he asked nor Ferus Manus paid attention to the Chemos at this moment.
Dorn turned his head and glanced at the sword blade placed behind Ferus. His eyes scanned the silver sword carefully, and then he nodded.
"Good sword, have you installed the decomposition stance?"
"Yes."
"Then it just needs some decoration."
Dorn nodded, not hiding his satisfaction with the sword at all. "Your skills are as superb as ever, Ferus."
"It's just a hobby in my spare time." Ferrus Manus said noncommittally. "At least it's far worse than Volgan."
"What he does is not called blacksmithing."
Dawn replied calmly. “His definition of blacksmithing simply challenged my understanding of the matter.”
A fleeting smile flashed across Ferus' face, and he agreed with Dorn's statement - indeed it was true. Why should he deny it?
Although their brother Vulkan was an expert at forging, his skills surpassed all others. Ferrus felt that perhaps only their father dared to say that he could rival Vulkan in this regard.
"So, Ferrus, when do you plan to give this sword to our brother?" Rogal Dorn asked.
He stood in front of the workbench, his back straight. This gesture made him look less like he was asking about something thoughtful and more like an officer asking a prisoner.
"I'm still hesitating."
Ferrus shook his head, unfazed by his brother's gesture. "In fact, I'm not even sure whether to give him a sword now."
Rogal Dorn frowned sharply.
"You have almost completed this sword, why did you decide not to give it away?"
"Because I don't know if he will like it," Ferus said. "It's obvious that our brother is imitating his adoptive father—"
"——Partner." Fulgrim interjected with a very dissatisfied expression, but it was not directed at Konrad Curze's 'partner'.
He folded his hands and snorted: "I can't believe you two actually left me here for five minutes."
Donn turned to look at him, and then turned his head back: "I agree with you, but if you don't ask him, how will you know if he likes it?"
"Because, obviously, he's taking after his adoptive father - or partner."
Ferus frowned and repeated his words again.
For a craftsman like him, he has to be picky about every piece of work. Without this attitude, he wouldn't be where he is today in blacksmithing.
If he wants to make a sword, he will consider the counterweight, the height and arm length of the user, and all other factors.
Although this power sword is not yet completed, it has been adjusted based on the data he obtained from Fulgrim.
Ferrus Manus really wanted to make a weapon that his new brother would like, but there was a more serious problem before him than whether the weight and balance of the blade were perfect.
—Conrad Coates is clearly imitating Khalil Lohars.
Although Ferus didn't know much about the latter, he could tell about it from some clues.
And Khalil Lohars is definitely not a man who is good at wielding a sword.
Every movement he made after approaching Luo Jia that day was mixed with strong traces of short-hand swings, which were fast, sharp, and deadly. In just a few moves, Luo Jia was knocked to the ground.
Even after Roja fell to the ground, Khalil Lohars instinctively wanted to add a stab to the throat - Ferus saw it very clearly and could never mistake this.
"cough."
"In this case, why don't we ask him." Dorn said calmly. "Guessing can only lead to specious answers, which may even be far from the correct answer."
"cough!"
"You're right." Ferrus Manus nodded and walked out of the workbench. "It's better to just ask him if he likes it than to speculate here."
"Cough cough cough!"
"Is your throat uncomfortable, Fulgrim?" Rogal Dorn asked.
"...I feel completely uncomfortable!"
Fulgrim roared, turned around and left. Behind him, Ferrus Manus slowly stretched out his right hand towards Rogal Dorn.
After a moment, the two hands slowly grasped each other.
"Ancient etiquette," Dorn said quietly.
"Old, but effective." Ferus nodded calmly. "Let's go, Roger."
