Volume 3: Dramatic Changes in Life Chapter 208: Blacksmith Smith (1)

After bypassing the resource exchange and the huge warehouse behind it, George came to the civilian area of ​​Morak Town. Different from the "loose on the outside and tight on the inside" guard mechanism in wealthy areas, after entering the civilian area, George clearly felt that the guard level here had obviously dropped several levels, but in general, it was still relatively safe.

The people living in the civilian area of ​​Morak Town, in addition to the aboriginal people who have lived here for a long time, are the servants who manage the nobles' estates. Although it is a civilian area, thanks to the "real estate trading game" that the nobles are always happy to play, if the residents living in this town sell their homes, they can even live a richer life than the rural gentry in remote areas. .

Of course, George did not intend to contribute his gold coins to the nobles and buy a small house of his own in this paradise, so these interesting anecdotes in the town had nothing to do with George, and were at most a casual entertainment.

George has not forgotten that the real purpose of his coming here is to install a new saddle and a new pair of horseshoes on his horse, and then find a suitable opportunity to deliver Xantos to his father-in-law. ——Arthur Pandagon.

The rhythmic sound of blacksmithing in the distance was exactly the destination of his trip!

Although we have not yet arrived at the blacksmith shop, we can hear the tinkling sound from a distance, as precise and powerful as the eternal bells, and the blower blowing fresh air from the furnace, and the furnace is full of heat as it spits out tongues of fire. and the burning sound, George understood why the bartender and informant admired the blacksmith so much.

Only those with superb skills can play such a beautiful piece of music!

Because the smelting furnace was working at full capacity at this time, the temperature in the blacksmith shop was much higher than the surrounding air. The high temperature caused the light to be irregularly distorted when it penetrated the surrounding air. Only when George got closer could he observe clearly. What this blacksmith looks like:

He has gray hair and a large beard on his face that is particularly eye-catching. The blacksmith has bronze skin and a resolute face. His focused eyes have never left the red-hot sword on the iron pier. The heavy hammer in his right hand keeps rising. It rose and fell, splashing sparks in all directions, scattered on the blacksmith's mountainous muscles, and landed on the heavy earth.

George observed carefully for a while. There was no fighting spirit or magic in the blacksmith. Every swing of the hammer relied purely on physical strength. But what surprised George was that the blacksmith's seemingly ordinary swing of the hammer could easily drive the fire elements around him. These fire elements, which should have been unconscious, became extremely cheery and rushed to the rhythm of the blacksmith's hammer swing. Enter the giant sword on the iron pier.

Seeing the blacksmith's movements that were almost exactly the same as each swing of the hammer, and the sparks that kept blooming on the iron pier like fireworks, George was actually fascinated for a moment.

Forging iron, quenching, carving, assembling, and finally oiling and sealing. From the lazy sunshine in the afternoon to the red sunset, George stood quietly aside, carefully watching a giant sword transform from rough to rough. The whole process from sword embryo to finished product.

It wasn't until he put the giant sword into a sword case studded with gems that the blacksmith's eyes shifted away from the giant sword and turned to look at George, who was standing motionless by the side.

"Young adventurer, what do you want from me?"