After the holy sword is broken

What a headache...

Alger rubbed his forehead, thinking about how to persuade him.

"There is a vulture outside." The mage said suddenly.

"what?"

Alger was still immersed in the distress of being hindered in the forging of the holy sword, and did not react.

Dana moved his fingers, the structure of the mage tower changed, and a window was dragged to the table.Outside the window, a golden eagle stopped there.

"It's my adoptive mother looking for me." Argel saw the golden eagle and immediately understood.

"Open a window and let it in."

A beautiful black-brown bird squeezed in from the window, flapped its wings, fell towards Alger, stood on the executor's forearm, combed its feathers with its beak twice, and then stretched its neck proudly.

Argel stroked its body twice, and kissed its sharp beak.From its paw, untie a letter box.

Juanxiu's handwriting is only a few lines, explaining the matter clearly.

"The adoptive mother asked me to go to her place and bring some salt by the way."

Alger finished reading, and said to the mage.

Dana nodded: "When you go, also say hello to Ms. Maureen for me."

"Salt?" asked Burgess, "is it holy salt?"

"It's just ordinary salt." Alger fondled the golden eagle, smiled and looked up at the blacksmith: "The adoptive mother's life has always been self-sufficient, only salt and iron can't be produced by herself, and I often ask me to help bring it."

His eyes fell on the golden eagle on his arm again, he combed its hair with his fingers, and whispered to himself: "Why are you so languid today..."

"You must be hungry." The mage said.

"Do you have fresh meat here?"

"Chimera corpse."

"Won't it eat bad?"

"Only this, love or not."

"Go, go, go."

A large piece of bloody, rough-cut meat appeared on a plate on the table.

Alger was stunned for a moment: "It's a knife."

"There are many things." The mage waved his sleeves, and a boning knife appeared in Alger's hand.

"Where's your dagger?"

Alger cut off a small piece of fresh meat and fed it to the golden eagle's mouth.

"It's already rolling the blade."

Fa Ye clicked his tongue and said, "I'm not surprised at all."

Alger looked at him helplessly and amusedly, and he didn't delay the action of feeding him.

After the golden eagle had eaten its fill, it finally returned to its usual activity, flapping its wings so wide that it almost touched Burgess next to it.

Alger pushed it away, and apologized repeatedly to Burgess.

The blacksmith shook his head, indicating that it was okay.

The executor comforted the golden eagle who was restless just after eating, and said to the two: "I'll go first, we'll talk another day."

You can't make your adoptive mother wait too long, she will get angry.

Before leaving, he did not forget to hint to Faye that he must persuade Burgess for him, and then he got a squint.

As soon as the mutual acquaintance left, the mage tower fell into silence, except for the sound of the blacksmith apprentice Eli fiddling with metal instruments.

"Was he adopted by the religious order, or that Ms. Maureen?" Burgess broke the silence first.

"Ms. Maureen is also a member of the order, but she lives alone in the suburbs. At the beginning, the head priest entrusted her with Alger."

Burgess nodded. He put down his teacup, his expression slowly relaxed, and his temperament changed slightly.

The face is still the very handsome face, but it has a strange charm, like a delicate doll, infused with soul.

"Let me just say," the mage looked at him seriously, "it is rumored that Burgess, who was 'kissed by the moon god', has only a beautiful face, and the current appearance is worthy of your name .”

"What kind of evaluation is this? Why haven't I heard of it?"

"There are many more, such as 'The Beloved of the Goddess of Art and Beauty', 'The Lover of Dreams', etc., etc."

"As a blacksmith, how can I pass it on like a princess snatched by a dragon..."

Burgess shook his head, his blue eyes were filled with lazy smiles, and the moment his mouth curled up was indescribably stunning.

Even as a mage with a strong mind, he couldn't help being slightly stunned.But Dana is also a very shameless person, and she conceals it extremely well, trying not to show anything unusual.

"I heard you like Alger?" There was no shortage of curiosity that shouldn't be there: "Why did he make himself so mediocre when he was around?"

"I'm just..." Burgess looked away, his fingers holding the teacup were a little stiff, and his tone was puzzled: "That way, doesn't it look more dignified and well-behaved?"

Priests would probably prefer that.

There was a moment of silence between the two.

Then, Dana suddenly laughed.

"Your heart is actually like this..." The mage thought for a while, and found a relatively suitable word: "Shy?"

Seeing Burgess' eyebrows slowly raised, Dana was out of breath with a smile, and almost slapped the table with joy: "I must write it down in my journal, the legendary figure among the blacksmiths, the king of the city Burgess, the popular lover, would nervously control his image in front of his sweetheart."

"Is there a problem?" Burgess tapped on the table.

Dana still didn't stop laughing, and managed to maintain the mage's demeanor: "No, it's just that I didn't expect that you would have such sincerity for a person."

"How bad is my reputation?" Burgess was infected by his smile, and while asking dissatisfiedly, he couldn't help but curl his eyebrows and lips.

"No." Dana shook his head, with a smile on his lips, "it's just me, because of some irresponsible rumors, I thought you were experienced."

Burgess let out a soft "huh", disapproving.

"Why do you like Alger? I'm really curious, you didn't know each other before, right?"

"...I don't know either, probably because his appearance suits my liking."

"Well, well...then, instead of pursuing it illegally like this, why don't you just agree to forge the holy sword?"

The mage rubbed his chin: "Even if the dwarf hates the poem of truth, he is still an ally in the United Front of the Gate of Hell. It is a legitimate request to reforge the holy sword, so we shouldn't make things so difficult."

"The Holy Sword has a special nature." Borgins narrowed his eyes: "I'm really afraid that the sword will fail, and the person will die first."

"Don't underestimate Alger."

"Why is it him?"

"You are not fair for him, do you think the religious order is unfair?"

"..."

"The decision-making of the chief priest is indeed biased sometimes." The mage paused, and stopped Burgess' words with his eyes: "But since Ms. Fei Liya did not object, it means that this order has sufficient reasons to support it."

Maureen's hut was built in a grove next to the town, forming a clean place of its own.

Alger carried the golden eagle and carried a bag of salt in the other hand, and walked along the vague path into the woods.The forest is filled with the aroma of trees and grass, and what comes to the face is a strong vitality.

The hut surrounded by trees is already in sight, and various animals lying down, running and jumping can be seen everywhere in the small open space, but there is no sign of people.

"Do you want to guess again?" Alger sighed.

The little brown and yellow fox fluttered past him with butterflies.The male lion was dozing off on the ground, next to a snow-white rabbit, squinting.

The sika deer is far away from the lion, grazing leisurely on the grass.

All kinds of birds are parked on the branches and the roof of the hut, and a chubby little white bird is peeking out the window as usual.

Which is the Druid?

Alger looked around, paused, and started to walk in the direction of the lion.

Bending down to grab a handful, the squinting white rabbit stretches its legs and jumps long before being touched.

The light dissipated, and the Druid in the light green dress stood up, brushing his hair angrily: "How did you find out?"

Alger was very helpless: "Which rabbit is not afraid of a lion, wouldn't it be too much to sleep next to the predator?"

"It's not sleeping." Druid argued: "On a whim, I wanted to turn into a rabbit, and suddenly remembered that rabbits rarely have green eyes. I was afraid that you would notice it, so I had to squint."

The druid's emerald eyes are very beautiful, reminiscent of the forest in late spring.

Mother Nature gave her eternal youth, and time left no trace on her.She is like the forest she guards, eternally young and full of vitality.

"Yeah, it's not sleeping, I misread it." Alger coaxed her like a child, and passed the salt bag in his hand.

"Come here, what's the matter?"

"I can't find you if I have nothing to do?" The pair of beautiful emerald eyes glared at him, took the salt, and said angrily, "Wait."

Alger smiled apologetically: "Okay."

As soon as Druid entered the hut, Argel noticed a large animal running towards him from behind, swift as lightning, and threw him down on the grass.

It's a giant silver wolf.Standing erect, it can surpass a tall adult male.

"Karen." Alger blocked the silver wolf, preventing it from licking his face with its tongue.

"Too enthusiastic, you are a wolf."

Why is it like a dog...

"Maybe it's because your coat color is the same as it, so I like you a little bit more."

The druid came out with a box, and said in a cool and authentic tone.

Seeing her coming out, Silver Wolf immediately left Alger behind, and turned to rub against Druid.

Maureen patted it on the head: "Good boy."

Alger got rid of the silver wolf, sat up, pulled his silver hair, and repeated somewhat depressedly: "Fur color?"

The Druid snorted softly, and threw the box to him: "It's what Ferlo gave you."

Then he muttered slightly dissatisfied: "My animal companion is used to deliver packages to you?"

"Thank you, mother." Alger caught the box, smiled at Maureen flatteringly, lowered his head and began to open it.

Fero is the fourth executor of the poem of truth, and he is ordered to garrison the royal city to protect the human royal family.He once taught Alger in the headquarters of the religious order, and after leaving Dock Town, he often kept in touch.

Inside was a letter, and a dagger.

The letter was not long, but it simply talked about his recent situation, and then mentioned that Alger mentioned the dagger curling blade in his last letter, so he found a particularly tough one for him, and jokingly guessed how long it would last this time.

The ending was a bit hasty, and I just said something, I miss the bluebells in Dock Town very much.

The fourth executor's handwriting is very clear and smooth, and it is very comfortable to read, but Alger vaguely noticed that the letter was written a bit scribbled.

It's not perfunctory, but it seems to be in a hurry to finish writing.

Are you busy recently?

Alger thought about it, pulled up a few wild bluebells from the grass, took out a cylinder, and carefully put it in.

He raised his voice and called out, "Mother."

The druid was leaning on the lion, grooming the silver wolf, and when he heard this, he gave him a charity look.

"Can you ask your falcon to send me something to the king's city?"

Maureen was so angry that she almost smashed the brush in her hand on that handsome smiling face.

"Do you really think I'm a messenger?!"