crown of stars

The widows still didn't come, and Nigel was wrapped up in the quilt and worried for half the night, and finally couldn't bear the sleepiness, and had no dreams until dawn.

The Messiah sits on the window lattice, the north wind blows through his long hair.The city gate guards were busy removing the fence, and the returning crowd rushed in, passing under the small three-story building, and the wheels full of harvest crushed the thin ice on the ground.

The black-haired maid opened the door to let the tired crowd in, and the prey covered with frost was sent to the back kitchen.

"Pearl, there are fewer and fewer prey on the ice sheet." The leader of the hunter was smoking a cigarette with a sad face. "When I went out to hunt, I also encountered a pack of winter wolves. Now it's winter again, and the trade roads are buried by snow. There is nothing wrong with that." Things can be shipped here."

"There is still some food in the cellar. Jack, bear with it, there will be caravans in the spring." The black-haired maid peeled off a complete wolf skin with a sharp knife in her hand, and the hunter caught it quickly and spread them on the strips one by one. On the table, wolf blood flowed down the table legs, forming a scarlet puddle.

"That's the only way to go." The hunter said dejectedly, "My knife was bitten through by a winter wolf, and my bow and arrow were lost. This time, I have to go to Laodulin's shop to buy a new set. It's all because of my covetousness." Cheap, fell for that damned southerner, who sold the defective product as a high-quality product, and ended up wearing it as soon as he bit it."

"Who can blame this?" Pearl couldn't help laughing, "If you weren't my husband, sometimes I really want to see what's in your head. The old Turin has been working here for more than 20 years. Even the high-quality weapons in the lord's arsenal can't compare to the high-quality goods in the lord's arsenal. You actually believed in other people's evil and went to buy useless scrap metal, but was bitten through by winter wolves. Fortunately, you even lost your bow and arrow, and ran away. Go as fast as you can, and let your compatriots die behind."

"At least I brought the people back, and I didn't lose a single car!" The hunter blushed and slammed his pipe on the fir table.

The thin woman looked at the hunter's stout figure in fear, and buried her head in the wolf's flesh again.

Messiah pricked up his ears, listening with relish to the quarrel of the young couple below.Compared with the malicious tit-for-tat underground, a little dispute on the ground was too clean, and even the twins of his soul were not disturbed.This was a novel experience for him.

The half-elf was still sleeping unconsciously, and the sound of even breathing was transmitted to the next door through the wooden wall.Messiah gently opened the door, ready to walk outside the hotel.

At any time, one must be familiar with the terrain so as not to be at a disadvantage. This is one of the gifts of the demiplane.

"Who is he?" The hunter stared at the stranger coming down from upstairs, his sense of crisis continued to expand.

"Oh, he came last night." The tavern maid glanced up, her hands kept moving.

Look at him like that, a complete little boy.The hunter stared at Messiah suspiciously until he walked towards the door, but he couldn't see any flaws from the stranger's frozen expression.

Ever since the Battle of the North Wind, Fort Winter has been worse year after year.The widows stayed in this lonely place, trying their best to hook up with passing travelers, just to get away from here and go to a more prosperous place.Even if there is really no other way, they have to get a son to raise them and make a living by hunting them.

A handsome man who stayed late at night, the hunter couldn't help touching his face, which was eroded by the wind and snow in the north. They would have to walk for a long time before hunting, and they only hoped that their wives were not as hungry and thirsty as those long-lost widows.

The dwarf Turin tore down the door panel in front of the blacksmith shop, and a puff of white smoke rose from under his beard.He has worked here for 23 years, and is 78 years old this year, older than the long-lived Anna.For the Northlanders whose average age is less than 45 years old, he has witnessed the aging of a generation in the Northland, but in his group, he still belongs to the young and strong group.

In the distance, a tall young man was wandering around idly. Although the lustrous silk robe looked elegant and elegant, it was very popular with the southern nobles, but it was out of fashion in the ice and snow.

This is obviously a stranger, and it seems that his strength is not bad.

Du Ling rubbed his hands and retreated to the workshop, as long as he didn't bother him, he didn't bother to care what this stranger would do.His ambition is to guard his eternally burning fire and live his life peacefully, completely different from those younger generations in the clan who are always thinking about making big things happen.

After all, these guys haven't experienced the years of disaster, and they don't know how cruel the aberrants are, so it's understandable to fantasize about becoming heroes all day long.Turin secretly commented on this, and then went into the hot room again, picked up the hammer and beat for a day.

Bored strangers wandered around the castle, passing the lord's stables and gardens (actually there were no flowers), and even took a look deeper into the stone castle, and turned back after being stopped by the guards, strolling around To the dwarves' beloved workshop.

"Hey boy, don't touch my things!" The dwarf glared at the uninvited young man, and had to hold his head high due to the height difference.

"Are you asking me?" Messiah looked around for the source of the sound, and finally found a hairy mass around his legs below.

The dwarf was so angry that he almost jumped up. Due to the height difference or other unknown reasons, Turin didn't raise his hammer to break his leg, and watched the outsider's fingertips linger on the weapons hanging on the wall.Those are all fine works made by him, which are different from those casually piled on the ground.

The unique cold feeling of metal permeated the skin, and the fingertip scraped the tip of the knife, leaving a white mark.Walking between the hanging weapons with both hands, tapping lightly from time to time, Messiah closed his eyes, listening to the faint trill of steel.The dwarf's expression gradually softened, and Turin decided to temporarily forgive the impolite boy.An excellent casting master always longs to meet a bosom friend who knows how to appreciate the beauty of his works.

It has to be said that this was a beautiful misunderstanding. Messiah carefully struck different parts of different weapons. Weapons forged in different ways and in different proportions made different sounds. A cold and distant rhythm.Messiah carefully evaluated which sound was the best in his heart, and then—

"Excuse me, do you sell knives here?" The knife I seized from the dark elf turned into ashes and floated away the moment I stepped on the ground.

"If I don't sell knives here, then why am I hanging here?" Du Ling was shocked by the stranger's logic, and then dutifully introduced, "In addition to knives, I also sell two-handed swords, □□, nail heads here Hammers, all kinds of armor, logging axes..." Maybe a noble boy who came to travel and lived in seclusion with a teacher for decades, is like a blank sheet of paper when he comes out.The dwarf's lush beard perfectly concealed his wild thoughts, only the black bean-like eyes kept rolling.

"Hmm..." Messiah casually picked up a thick-backed scimitar, danced it in the air a few times, and let out a low whining sound, "It's too light and too short." Throw it back on the shelf and pick up the ax on the other side.

When encountering picky customers, Du Ling was not angry at all, but happily picked them up with him.

"Well, it's still so light." The ax was gently placed on the sheepskin.

"Then look at this?" Du Ling graciously climbed onto the shelf.

"It's not easy to work hard, it's unreasonable."

"Then this one?"

"Sorry, I don't use a mace." The mace was thrown into the trash without looking at it.

"Then look at this one? The back of the knife is made of cold iron, and the blade is made of pure gold."

The dwarf rummaged through boxes with increasing excitement.Usually, martial artists who practice special martial arts or have advanced strength will ask for a special weapon according to their own needs, so that their martial arts power can reach the limit.Staying in this small place, every day forges some low-quality things. It has been a long time since there is a great masterpiece dedicated to the God of Forging.

Messiah opened the long spruce wooden box, and the sharp white light immediately reflected on the ceiling of the workshop.Turin brought out a dummy covered in leather armor and let him swing it down.

A cold light flashed across, half of the dummy was lying on the floor of the workshop, the incision was as smooth as a mirror.Messiah tried to drive the magic power, and a colorless wind condensed from the blade without hindrance, and the nature of transmitting magic power was as good as the weapons of the dark elves.

"Not bad, but I still think it is very light, and the blade is not long enough, it needs to be improved." Said Messiah.

"The blade is too long and it's easy to break!" Du Ling stared wide-eyed, "Like this." He took out a weapon from the pile of garbage and tapped it lightly on the anvil.

The long knife made an overwhelmed crisp sound, and the thin tip of the knife was easily shattered by the anvil, turning it into a waste product.

"You can make him less brittle."

Turin blew his beard and stared, "Do you want me to forge such a knife with a whole piece of pure gold? Since you require enough weight and sufficient ductility, I suggest you mix it with pure gold and mithril, Let it become a silver-blue beauty." The dwarf's voice became higher and higher, "Do you have enough money? Mithril is worth twenty times gold, and adamantine is a hundred times. This knife is enough to buy ten Winterholds! And I don't have enough ore to make it!"

Messiah stroked his chin in the dim workshop, and he remembered the abandoned mine near Taklin and the gleaming mithril bridge.

"These are all very well resolved."

"I don't believe it. If mithril and adamantine can be found everywhere, then no greedy mage would risk his life to rob the dragon's lair for a little bit of mithril to build a mage tower." Even in my hometown , fine gold and mithril are also materials that can make dwarves break their heads, Turin added in his heart.

"I believe I can find it." Messiah measured the length of the knife with his eyes. "Increase the length of the knife to seven and a half feet, and make it thinner and thinner. How much is this knife?"

"Thirty silver coins." In fact, there were only ten, and Du Ling brazenly blackmailed the fledgling kid.

Messiah graciously gave him a gold coin.

"Deal." The dwarf was embarrassed to take advantage of it, and gave him a beautiful scabbard and a piece of deerskin to temporarily wrap the blade.

Messiah walks through the streets with a long knife on his back and returns to the hotel.The half-elf had already woken up, and was sitting on an empty seat enjoying breakfast. There was an inconspicuous bluish black under his eyes, and he looked listless.There was a circle of people in the middle of the hotel, watching something exciting, a brown head barely taller than a human head, and a pair of hands smaller than normal.

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