"Borrow a knife?"
The soft voice suddenly woke up from his thoughts. He glanced at the small window in the corner. Before he knew it, it was already dark.
"Who wants to borrow the knife? A little girl? Strange?" Rom frowned, stood up slowly, picked up the wine bottle beside him, unscrewed the lid and took a long sip, then walked towards the door.
Although I have gradually lost control of my emotions in the past two years, the older I get, the less I can say no to children.
Rom opened the door and saw a four or five-year-old half-elf girl standing at the door. She was a small person with a delicate appearance, looking up at him.
"Little guy, why are you knocking on the door?" Rom tried to keep his voice as low as possible, for fear of scaring this cute little guy.
"Grandpa, can you lend me a knife? My father and I came from a very far away place. We had no place to live and no place to eat, so we had to cook by ourselves. However, we forgot to bring a kitchen knife. , Can't even cut open the big stupid fish." Amy looked at Roma with a pitiful expression and said.
Rom looked in the direction Amy was pointing. There was a fire lit in the open space opposite the forge. A young human man was standing next to the fire, looking at this side with a smile. There was also a large ball at his feet. bag.
"I don't have a kitchen knife here, little guy, you can borrow it somewhere else." Rom shook his head. He was not lying. He really couldn't find a kitchen knife in his forge.
"But other people's houses are closed. Grandpa, can you lend us a knife? As long as it can cut open that big stupid fish." Amy glanced at the dark street and shook her little head. road.
Mag, who was standing by the fire, was also looking at Rom. The dwarf old man still looked strong. His thick arms were almost as thick as an ordinary person's waist, which made him look a bit like a square. His gray hair and His face was covered with facial hair, a testament to his age.
Judging from the common lifespan of the dwarves, which is four hundred years old, this Master Roma is indeed very old.
But when he was talking to Amy, he seemed quite friendly, and he didn't look as irritable as when he was yelling at the little guy just now.
Rom looked around and saw that all the shops on the street had indeed closed their doors at this moment. Dwarves loved wine and most of them went to the pub to drink at night. He wanted to find another place where there were people to borrow the knife. It was indeed not the same place. An easy thing.
"Hello, I'm Mag. My father and my daughter came all the way from the City of Chaos. I want to ask Master Rom to forge the best kitchen knife in the world for me. I angered the master because of my reckless behavior and implicated the two Little brother, I feel very sorry. I would like to apologize to Master Rom and hope that Master can forgive the two little brothers." Mag walked up and looked at Rom and said.
"Are you the guy who wanted me to make a kitchen knife just now?" Rom frowned, with a hint of anger on his face, and said in a slightly louder voice: "I am a weapon forger, and the things I forge are used for fighting. Weapons, never forge kitchen knives. Please take it back, I will not forge kitchen knives for chefs."
"Master Rom, as a chef, I think the battle between chefs and ingredients is better than the battle between knights and monsters, because no knight will peel off the skin of monsters in battle. A, split the hardest bone, just to find the most delicious part, and present it to the diners." Mag looked at Rom and said firmly.
"Haha, a chef is just a chef. Do you have to deal with monsters like a knight?" Rom smiled coldly, not agreeing with Mag's ridiculous point of view.
"This is a level three monster fat-headed fish. I want to use it to make a delicious fish head with chopped pepper. I have a hundred ways to kill it, but my kitchen knife can't split its head, so I cut it from The City of Chaos was brought to Eisen Iron Castle in order to find a kitchen knife that can split its head." Mag took out the bucket and pointed at the fat-headed fish inside.
Rom looked at the fat-headed fish in the bucket that was crazily pushing its head against the lid of the bucket, making a thumping sound. He sensed from the demonic energy that this was indeed a level three monster, and its huge body took up almost half of its body. The head is probably the hardest part of its body.
It is indeed not an easy task to split the head of such a monster without a handy weapon.
But... Rom looked at Mag and frowned: "Don't fish just eat fish meat? I have never heard of anyone eating fish heads. Even if you split the fish head, would you still eat fish? Isn’t it the stuff inside your head?”
"A well-cooked fish head is far more delicious than fish meat. Wouldn't it be a pity to give up a delicious dish?" Mag shook his head, looked at Rom and said: "Master Rom, why don't we make a bet, you can borrow it I will cut open the head of this fat-headed fish with a knife, and then I will cook a dish using the fish head as an ingredient. You will taste it later. If you think it is delicious, I will make a kitchen knife for you. If you think it is not delicious, I will What do you think of leaving Eisenborg immediately?"
"Grandpa, the food cooked by my father is really delicious." Amy looked at Rom and said, then touched her stomach and said pitifully: "I'm so hungry~~~"
"Meow~"
The ugly duckling stared at the fat-headed fish in the bucket, swallowed, and his eyes began to glow green.
The fat-headed fish seemed to feel a terrible threat, but it stopped all movement at once, slowly turned around and looked at the ugly duckling, and suddenly flashed to the other side of the barrel, looking at the ugly duckling in horror.
"Bet?" There was a hint of hesitation on Rom's face. He looked at the fat-headed fish in the bucket and then at Amy who looked expectant. After hesitating for a while, he nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll make a bet with you." You bet, but don’t get too happy too early, I’m quite picky about food.”
Mag's face showed joy. Since food is mentioned, no matter how picky your mouth is, I can make you shut it up and concentrate on eating.
Rom turned around and entered the kitchen, picked up a half-finished long sword from the ground, walked out, and threw it towards Mag.
Mag caught the long sword lightly. The black long sword was quite light in hand, but it seemed that the sword had not been forged yet, and the patterns on the hilt and body of the sword had not yet been engraved.
However, even if it is just a half-finished long sword, it is still a good sword.
"Good sword. Thank you, Master Rom. Please wait." Mag bowed his hands slightly and walked toward the fire with the sword and bucket in hand.
Putting down the bucket, Mag washed the long sword with snow, then opened the lid and grabbed the fat-headed fish. Looking at the fat-headed fish struggling in his hands, he chuckled and said, "Keep dancing."
