"Cooking... kitchen knife?" The dwarf boy was stunned for a moment. Although he had only followed Master Rom for half a year, he received many well-known guests every day and heard many strange requests, but the kitchen knife was indeed the first choice. heard once.
"Yes." Mag nodded in confirmation and added: "It's the kitchen knife used by chefs to cut ingredients when cooking."
"Master Rom said that he won't see any customers today and won't accept orders from anyone. You'd better invite him back." The boy shook his head. I'm afraid this human chef didn't understand the situation. Most of the people who usually come to see the master He was a master, and he came here to make a handy weapon, and his request was to make a kitchen knife.
"Excuse me, please let me know." Mag insisted.
The young man looked at Mag's firm gaze, thought for a moment, nodded and said, "Okay, let me tell you, but don't have high expectations."
"Thank you." Mag nodded.
The young man turned around and walked in. The inside of the weapons shop was much emptyer than the outside, but there was no light. There were only two dim wall lamps, which made the inside look a little dim.
A teenage blacksmith stood in front of the stove, waving the heavy hammer in his hand vigorously and beating the red iron block into a flat shape.
An old dwarf with gray hair was sitting on an iron stool in front of the stove. The pipe in his mouth had burned out, and his eyes were looking at the dancing sparks in the stove.
"Master Rom." The boy stepped forward and called cautiously.
The old man was stunned for a while before he raised his head. His red rosacea nose was flat, his brows furrowed, and he said impatiently: "What's the matter? Haven't those annoying guys gotten out yet?"
"No, they have left, but there is a chef outside who claims to be from the City of Chaos. He wants you to make a kitchen knife for him. Please let me inform you." The boy said quickly, looking at him secretly. The expression on the master's face made him feel like he was going to be implicated by the guy at the door.
"Chop knife?" Master Roma was obviously stunned for a moment. He seemed to have thought of something, and his voice suddenly tripled in volume. "You mean, there is a guy outside who wants me to make a kitchen knife for him?"
Cold sweat began to flow on the boy's forehead, and he suddenly regretted why he had to report the kitchen knife to that guy. He might lose the opportunity to continue working in Master Rom's workshop, but under Master Rom's gaze, he could only He nodded bravely.
"Hmph! I started learning blacksmithing when I was five years old, and stopped making kitchen knives and hoes when I was eight years old. Over the past four hundred years, I can't count how many weapons I have made, but all of them are called magic weapons. Now Someone actually asked me to fight with kitchen knives? Do you think I am no longer good?!" Master Rom kicked over the iron stand on the side, and the iron stand full of unfinished weapons fell to the ground with a loud noise. .
The young blacksmith apprentice on the side slowly put down the hammer in his hand and looked at the young man with a worried look.
The young man panicked and said with a slightly trembling voice: "I...I'm going to ask him to leave right now."
"No need! You all get out, get out!" Master Rom shouted angrily.
"Yes." The boy and apprentice responded, not daring to clean up the mess and hurried towards the door.
Mag, who was standing at the door, passed through the ajar door and clearly heard the movement inside. Looking at the two boys who hurried out and closed the door, she suddenly felt a little guilty.
"You can go, Mr. Rom won't see you." The boy glanced at Mag with some confusion, and then left with the other boy with a depressed expression. Both of them looked a little lonely.
"Father, why are they unhappy?" Amy asked with some confusion.
"They may have lost their jobs because their father was reprimanded by their master." Mag looked at the backs of the two of them and felt that maybe he should find an opportunity to compensate them.
Until the two of them disappeared at the end of the street, Mag withdrew his gaze and looked at this ancient old workshop.
"System, does this kitchen knife have to be forged by Master Rom? Is it feasible to change it to a high-level forger?" Mag asked in his mind.
"Master Rom is the number one blacksmith in the world. His forging skills are unparalleled. Only the kitchen knives forged by him can achieve the effect of being invulnerable to everything. They are also good kitchen knives that can accompany the host throughout his life. Therefore, the host must ask Luo The mission will be successful only if Master Mu forges a kitchen knife for you." The system replied.
"System, your task is unreasonable. People look down on forging kitchen knives at all. This is an impossible task." Mag resisted.
"On the road to becoming the God of Cooking, you will always encounter various troubles. I hope the host can proactively overcome them. Come on!" the system encouraged, and then disappeared completely.
"Fuck." Mag rolled his eyes, looked at the closed door, and fell into deep thought.
In the blacksmith shop, Rom looked at the mess on the ground, sighed deeply, lay back in the chair again, and stared at the fire in a daze.
He has never left this forge in his life. He learned forging from his father at the age of five. He was able to forge Eisenborg's best kitchen knives and hoes at the age of six. He started forging weapons at the age of eight and has been out of control ever since.
The Tiandu Sword was forged for a knight from afar when he was twenty years old.
It took him a full year to successfully forge that sword.
And that young knight, holding that sword, roamed the north of the human territory, and made great achievements, killing many strong men, which also attracted the attention of the world, and he became a famous forging master.
Over the next hundreds of years, weapons were forged from his hands, and then turned into murderous weapons in the hands of strong men.
His reputation is getting louder and louder, and tenth-level experts line up to ask him to forge weapons. The powerful people of all races lower their noble heads, just asking for a weapon forged by him.
Even in the years of racial chaos, he still never left his forging shop, immersed in forging, and provided powerful weapons to those strong men. He became famous on the Nolan continent and achieved great success. He became the first forging master.
He didn't know what he wanted, but he really enjoyed the feeling of being immersed in forging. He was even more obsessed with the sense of accomplishment when the forging was successful and he saw the magic weapons coming out of the furnace.
And just two years ago, when he woke up one morning, he suddenly couldn't remember what he had done yesterday. He even forgot how many hammers and processes the sword forged yesterday had gone through.
This is undoubtedly fatal to a blacksmith.
He could no longer complete the forging of a weapon independently, but he was unwilling to expose this matter to anyone.
So he began to become irritable and irritable, drove away his most familiar apprentices, stopped accepting new orders, and did not hand over a weapon for two years.
A life of four hundred years seems to be coming to an end.
Rom knew this, but was unwilling to admit it.
He was willing to fall down on his forging platform one day, and never wanted to die in such a muddle-headed way.
"Excuse me, can you lend me a knife?" At this moment, there was a knock on the door and a soft and cute voice.
