After the holy sword is broken

The mage Dana, who was supported by Alger, waved a small spell to clean himself up. Except for the temporary inability to do anything about the dark circles under his eyes, everything else on the surface returned to normal.

"It's okay, a small problem. Although my body is very tired due to the severe lack of sleep, but thanks to the superposition of the talent of the spell, I feel that my spirit is very excited. Solving a little trouble for a lost lamb is still completely fine. questionable."

"...You really can?"

They have already used the idioms of the pastors.

Alger began to doubt whether such a mage still had the wisdom that he usually displayed.

The master mage waved his hand: "Compared to the emergency meeting of the church in the middle of the night...you look much cuter now than the head priest who said that the wind is the rain."

Alger wanted to cover his mouth for him.

They all started talking nonsense!Is His Majesty the High Priest something they can criticize?What spell did he deconstruct?Is the eight-ring spiritual forbidden technique?

"Looking at your eyes is questioning me."

The mage raised his eyebrows, and with thick dark circles under his eyes, there was no deterrence at all.

"...Forget it, let me talk about the business first."

Alger found a chair and sat down familiarly, and explained the situation to the mage.

"Master, do I need to make some herbal tea for you? What kind of herbal tea is better? Or do you want coffee or cocoa more? Or provide some alcohol for Mr. Alger? But mages are not allowed to drink alcohol, so there is no reserve in the tower. If you want it, you have to let the puppets go out and buy it now, maybe it will be slower, or else it's herbal tea? It's also more gentle, Mr. Alger seems to be in a hurry, and it doesn't seem suitable for getting drunk..."

The pagoda spirit turned into a middle-aged housekeeper, floating around, chattering endlessly.

As Alger was talking, he felt that his ears were full of "buzzing" noises, which was unbearably disturbing.

"Daina, do you talk to him, or tell him to shut up?"

The mage's eyes were full of sleepiness, and he glanced at Ta Ling: "Hmm? Hmm... I usually filter out his nonsense automatically. If you don't tell me, I haven't noticed it yet."

Fa Ye snapped his fingers, Ta Ling fell silent, and the lounge instantly fell silent.

"Where did you just say?" The mage brought the topic back to business: "Forging high-level weapons... Your sword is broken again?"

By the way, he flicked his sleeves and waved away the aggrieved Ta Ling who floated in front of him.

Alger: ...What is "again"?

Although he was relatively more expensive than the rest of the sect, but... there is no need to make such a logical and natural guess, right? !

Dana continued: "It shouldn't be. In terms of toughness of your sword, the dragon armor is no more than that, right? The strength has increased again?"

Alger immediately clarified: "No, no! It's still behind me, open your eyes and see for yourself."

Fa Ye opened his eyes that were about to be closed at any time, took a closer look, and confirmed it earnestly. Afterwards, his eyelids drooped somewhat overwhelmed, and he himself nodded listlessly.

"Well, as you said."

"In short... I am responsible for casting a very high-grade weapon, but I can't even understand the diagram, materials, techniques, and preparations, and I have no clue."

Alger pressed his forehead: "What should I do?"

The mage rested his head on his hands, and he had already begun to speak little by little, with deep sleepiness in his vague words.

"You should... first find a blacksmith who is qualified and able to forge artifacts of that grade, a weapon blacksmith. Then, assist him, that's all.

"After all, different weapons have different requirements for the specific handling of materials, forging techniques, and even... the weather during forging. There are specializations in techniques, so don't make things difficult for yourself."

Mage Dana's voice fluctuated from time to time, making Alger feel a little sleepy.

Suppressing the urge to yawn, Alger asked: "Where can I find the blacksmith? Are you going to the Dwarf Empire?"

Excellent blacksmiths are very rare, and due to their racial talents, dwarves have more advantages in forging, and there will be more high-level blacksmiths.

It's just that if the person who wrote the poem of truth asked the dwarves, he would be embarrassed to death by those bearded beards, right?

The mage adjusted his sitting posture and took a deep breath. Sufficient oxygen would help him stay awake: "How do I know? Go to the tavern in the Eye of the Sky and ask."

...I almost forgot that the Cult of the Eye of the Vault of Heaven next door has a second business besides opening a tavern.

Alger threw it away after using it up: "...Okay, it's okay, you can go to rest quickly."

Fa Ye nodded, stood up, turned his back to him, and waved feebly: "Good night."

After walking two steps forward, the space of the mage tower twisted and fluctuated, engulfing the mage's figure.

Alger stared at the empty space for a while, and called to Taring: "Is he alright?"

Day and night are upside down, I always feel that he will teleport himself to some strange place in a daze...

Taling's enthusiastic voice sounded beside him. As soon as the mage left, the ban was lifted, and Taling regained the ability to speak, very happy.

"Don't worry, the master is now lying on the bed safely."

This wording... seems to have a strange spirituality.

"Are you ready to leave now? Don't you sit down for a while? The owner just received a batch of herbs two days ago. It must be good to make tea with."

Seeing Alger get up, Taring actively persuaded him to stay.

...Bring the mage's spell-casting materials to make tea, are you really not afraid that your master will send you to the necromancer for thought reformation after waking up?

Alger shook his head solemnly: "No need, I still have things to do."

"Then let me see you off. Take your time on the road. Are you really in a hurry? Don't you stay a little longer? I'll stay with you, so you won't be bored. It's almost noon, wait until after lunch Let's go? The food production technique attached to the Mage Tower has just been upgraded, and the taste is better than before..."

Taling reluctantly followed Alger, pretending that he could really leave the Mage Tower, sent him all the way out, and finally stuck to the outer wall of the Mage Tower, waving at his back continuously, until the figure of the executor disappear.

The Eye of the Sky is also one of the sects to which the Zhongxing Department belongs.

The Stars Religion Department does not allow its clergy to accept donations from believers. Therefore, each religious order has its own means of making a living.

For example, the Poetry of Truth is brewing to maintain the daily expenses of the order, while the Eye of the Sky opened a tavern, and there are some friendly supply and sales exchanges with the Poetry of Truth.

But their main income does not come from the daily operation of the tavern, but from selling information.

It is obviously a clergy group, why does it live like a wanderer or an assassin spy...

Every time Alger came to this tavern, he couldn't help but slander him.

The appearance of this tavern is not good, and the location is remote, even in the bustling dock town, it seems deserted.

In order to save the cost of the store... After all, the busier the market, the higher the rental cost of the store.

After all, he is a member of the same teaching department, and he is frugal and simple in the same strain as the poem of truth.

While thinking, Alger stepped into the tavern.

"My guest, what do you need?"

The middle-aged man who looked like a tavern owner leaned on the counter and asked lazily.

"This year's newly brewed fruit wine, soak a pair of goshawk eyes."

Alger gritted his back molars slightly, and with a strong sense of shame, he finished speaking with difficulty.

He has been here so many times, can you really not recognize him?Why bother with codes?Can't you be more pragmatic?

Can the guests who come to your place really have something to eat and drink?

At the back, a man dressed as an adventurer with scars on his eyes smashed the large shield in his hand to the ground with a "bang", and said in a rough voice: "Bring two large glasses of ale, and fried steak, and a basket of rye bread. "

...there really are.

With a complicated expression, he watched the boss smoothly fetch food from the back kitchen, deliver it to the adventurer's table, and then stroll back to the counter slowly.

There was a familiar wave of magic, and a magic barrier was established to isolate the sound.

"Friends from the poem of truth, people who belong to the gods..."

"Alger."

The young executor looked indifferent.

The boss stretched out his hand and made a gesture of calmness.

"Okay, okay. The third executor of the Poetry of Truth, what can I do for you? Let me say yes first, and you need to pay ten copper coins in advance for consultation."

This is the consequence of a monopoly of the industry, especially in this special industry, it is simply grabbing money.

Alger has been blackmailed many times, so this time there is no need to consider this part of the extra expenses.

He took out the ring of the chief priest and shook it under the eyes of the tavern owner.

"It turned out to be the order of the chief priest." The tavern owner performed a concealed courtesy.

"Then, please tell me, I will serve you wholeheartedly."

"I need to find an excellent weapon blacksmith." He paused and added: "Bright camp."

Since it is necessary to forge holy swords, it is difficult to find a blacksmith with conflicting attributes.

"Well, what rank?"

The boss lowered his head, flipping through a thick tome in his hand, the pages of the book quickly passed by, exuding strange fluctuations, as if the characters on it were invisibly connecting to something.

"Legendary?" Alger asked with some uncertainty.

The boss looked up with a strange expression, looking at him like a dwarf with a shaved beard.

"Do you think legends can be seen everywhere...Campanulas? Or do you think blacksmiths are easy to find?"

... To be reasonable, he didn't need a demigod to forge the holy sword, and he already considered the rarity of high-level blacksmiths.

"Yes or no?"

Alger swallowed silently.

"How can it be..." The boss's tone suddenly turned.

He looked at the stagnant pages in disbelief.

Alger felt quite the same, but compared to humanitarian care, he still paid more attention to the answers to the questions he asked.

"Which one?"

"It's a coincidence." The tavern owner recovered from the shock, his face was complicated, and his dark face was full of tangles.

It's hard to say whether it's the embarrassment of being humiliated, the pride of "can cure difficult and miscellaneous diseases", or the surprise of "this kind of thing still exists", or a combination of both.

"He's in Wharf Town, but he's usually low-key and not familiar with him, or... well, people like us who specialize in information, cough," the tavern owner said with a fluttering look in his eyes, "Generally, people don't know about it."

"...There's no need to explain, I understand." No one has ever made a mistake in his estimation.

"So who is it? Where is it?"

"Well... I don't know if you have heard of Mr. Burgess?"

After saying this, the tavern owner muttered in a low voice: "Damn it, logically speaking, how can no one pay attention to Burgess's... appearance?"

Burgess?

He is indeed a legendary blacksmith.

Very good and young.

Alger didn't know much about the others, he just continued to ask: "He's in Dock Town? How should I find him?"

"Well... I will give the location, but if you want to find him, I have to remind you that this blacksmith has a weird temper."