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"Although I still haven't seen Master Roma today, I believe that I'm not far away from meeting him. For my sincerity, I believe that Master Roma will forge a magical weapon for me sooner or later." Harden raised his head and took a sip of the wine, with a somewhat smug expression on his face.

"That's what you said last month." An orc next to him curled his lips and said, he also went to line up today, so he naturally knows what's going on, even if all the people in front of the line have their turn, Harden will only get his turn .

Harden glanced at the orc, and he was sure he was an opponent he couldn't beat, so he didn't bother to worry about it, and then smiled: "But today there is a cook, who is said to be from Chaos City, and said he came to see Master Rom Building a kitchen knife for him is ridiculous."

"Ask Master Rom to make a kitchen knife? Is that guy out of his mind?"

"That's right, who is Master Roma, the number one forging master in Nolan Continent, someone wants him to forge kitchen knives?"

"By the way, wasn't that guy hammered to death by Master Rom on the spot?"

There was an uproar in the tavern.

The dwarves of Eisenirburg are natural blacksmiths. Even a ten-year-old child can forge a kitchen knife in a decent manner. Someone asked the legendary blacksmith Master Rom to make a kitchen knife. Isn't this deliberately finding fault?

Harden shook his head with a smile and said: "Master Rom made it clear that we will all leave after we don't take orders today, but that guy is a little unreasonable, and he still stays there. I don't know what happened next. Clear. But that guy has a stubborn temper at first glance, maybe he will go tomorrow, and he will know when he goes to see tomorrow."

"Then I have to go and see it tomorrow. I want to see which guy has the courage to come to Eisen Iron Fort to smash Master Rom's signboard."

"Yes, I'm going to have a look."

There was a burst of echoing voices in the tavern. For the young dwarf blacksmiths, Master Rom was their idol, how could they be insulted like this.

...

McGonagall, who had just checked into the best room in the Tam Hotel, was cleaning up the room. She didn't know that a group of people were going to watch his jokes, and they were going to beat him up by the way.

Of course, even if he knew, he wouldn't care.

Nothing is more important than getting Amy a good night's sleep right now.

Tam Hotel is not a high-end hotel,

The low-price room was even more damp and messy, so McGonagall spent a hundred copper coins and asked for the best room in the hotel.

The room is on the second floor, away from the tavern, so you don't have to endure the cries and howls of the drunkards in the middle of the night.

The decoration of the room is very simple, a stone bed, two beddings, a small stone table and two stone benches, nothing else.

Compared with the rooms on the first floor, the biggest difference is that the ventilation is not bad and the rooms are much cleaner.

Mag packed up all the quilts on the bed and threw them on the chair in the corner, and then bought two comfortable duvets from the system to spread them on. Then she carried the drowsy Amy into the quilt and covered her. Quilt.

The ugly duckling got into the bed, nestled comfortably in Amy's arms, and immediately closed his eyes and fell asleep.

...

Early the next morning, Joey and Joss came to the forge early in the morning, but were surprised to find that the door of the forge was open.

"Did Master get drunk again yesterday?" Joey asked a little uneasy. A few days ago, Master Roma was drunk and fell asleep while lying in front of the forge, so he was still sick for a few days.

"Go and have a look." Joss also said nervously. Although the master often lost his temper with them, in their hearts, the master is still the most admired person.

The two walked quickly to the door of the forging workshop, but there was the sound of iron forging inside, and the crisp sound had a wonderful sense of rhythm.

"This is?" Both of them were stunned for a moment. In the past few months, they rarely saw Master Roma personally forging, and more often just watched him sitting in front of the stove in a daze, often sitting for a whole day .

Moreover, he would drink a lot of wine every night, and he would not get up until very late the next day, so what was the matter with the sound of blacksmithing in the forge now?

Full of doubts, the two gently pushed open the door of the forging workshop and walked in. They saw Master Roma standing in front of the forging stand in thin clothes, waving his black heavy hammer , beating the fiery red iron embryo on the forging table profusely with sweat.

Master Roma, who is more than four hundred years old, still has a strong body that makes young people feel ashamed. The black hammer that weighs at least three hundred catties is extremely light and nimble in his hands, spinning, dancing, and then hitting hard On the iron embryo, the iron embryo mixed with various precious metals was deforming at a speed visible to the naked eye, fused with each other to form a new alloy, and then gradually shaped it under the heavy hammer.

Joss and Joey stood at the door in shock and looked at Rom. The wonderful rhythm between the hammer and him was like the harmony between man and nature.

This is the first time they have seen Master Rom so immersed in forging since they came to the forging workshop. This scene completely subverted their imagination of forging.

At this moment, he was no longer that grumpy master, but a truly world-renowned blacksmith, using his astonishing forging skills to present artifacts that shocked the world one after another.

"Ding!"

The heavy hammer hit the iron block. Rom slowly put down the hammer in his hand. His chest heaved slightly. He grabbed the towel beside him and wiped off the sweat on his face. He looked up at the dumbfounded Joey and Joss standing at the door. He smiled and said, "Why, want to learn?"

"I think." Joey and Joss nodded subconsciously at the same time with almost no brain thinking.

Rom said with a smile: "If you want to learn, then you have to work hard. I never teach lazy guys my skills."

"Huh?" Joey and Joss were stunned when they saw the smile on Rom's face. Master Rom always had a straight face on weekdays. He never smiled at them, and never mentioned that he would teach them forging. Just let them forge their own iron every day, or expel those uninterested guests at the door.

"You... are you saying that you want to teach us to forge weapons?" Joey reacted first, looking at Rom incredulously.

"Really...really?" Joss was still in a daze, unable to believe it.

"Since I let you enter the forge, I will naturally teach you some things. As for how much you can learn, it depends on your own abilities." Rom picked up the hammer again and said with a smile: "Yesterday I just picked up a New list, today I will teach you how to forge a kitchen knife."

"kitchen knife?"

Joey and Joss were taken aback again.

"You mean the kitchen knives used by chefs?" Joey asked cautiously. Yesterday, he made Master Rom angry because he reported to the chef. Why did he decide to forge kitchen knives today?