After the holy sword is broken

According to the tavern owner's instructions, go back to the market, walk along the river around the city, reach a certain inaccessible river branch, and then turn to a smaller tributary.

Dock Town is built on an inland seaside, and the town is also densely covered with water networks. Waterways are equally developed as land routes. Small ferries can be seen everywhere, but Alger doesn't like relying on boats very much.

The real feeling of stepping on the ground can make him feel more stable.

The river gradually narrowed, and the traces of artificial carvings on both sides of the river became less and less. Only then did he finally see a hut that matched the description.

This is a house built of gray brick and stone, standing alone in the outskirts.

It is also a suburb outside the town, unlike the residence of the mage Dana, it is full of weeds.It's early spring, dotted with wild flowers dotted among the tender grass, like stars, and the most common ones are bluebells of various colors that are common in dock towns.

Somewhat like his adoptive mother's residence, but not exactly the same.

The adoptive mother loves her "neighbors" and always takes good care of them, while the owner here is not so close to nature as it is to say he is negligent.

It was almost noon at this time, but the sunshine in the rainy season in early spring was not very warm. Even if it was near noon, it was only scattered through the clouds, making the brick house even more lonely.

Alger shook his head, dispelled the sudden thoughts, and knocked on the door.

After a while, there was no movement, and he knocked again.

The sound of footsteps came from the room, from far to near, accompanied by a question: "Who is that?"

The door opened with a "squeak".

Alger only saw a figure in dusty clothes, before he could see clearly, the door closed again with a "bang".

There was a moment of silence inside the door, and then there was a messy sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets in the inner room.

Alger, who was rejected from the door, maintained his original posture, standing at the door somewhat inexplicably.

This is the legendary blacksmith Burgess?

The temper seems to be a bit...

"Eh? This..."

A boy's voice sounded from behind.

"Mr. Alger?"

Alger turned around: "You know me?"

It was a young man dressed as an apprentice, about fourteen or fifteen years old, with short brown hair, a few freckles on his face, and a shrewd look in his dark eyes.

He held a large basket in his arms, which was full of bread, vegetables and fruits, as well as large pieces of bacon and cheese, and a large bottle of milk was leaning beside him.

There were so many things that they almost covered his face, as if he had just bought something from the market.

The boy raised his arms and picked up the basket that had slid down a bit.

"Yeah, the silver-haired and silver-eyed member of the Poetry of Truth is very famous in Dock Town, and..."

Before the boy finished speaking, the door that was closed just now opened again with a "huh".

"Eli, go prepare black tea."

The conversation was interrupted, and the eyes were naturally drawn to it.

The young man standing at the door was completely different from the dusty one who opened the door just now, as if they were two different people.

His long black hair was tied up behind his head, and his messy beard disappeared, revealing an extremely handsome face.

No, it can't just be described as handsome, but a kind of shocking handsomeness. If you have to describe it, it is probably that the moment you saw him, you seemed to have suffered a "charming human being" or a succubus creature. "Charm Human" with racial talent bonus.

Argel couldn't move his eyes away, and his whole body seemed to be fixed in place by a hold technique.He knew he had lost his composure, that he shouldn't be staring at a stranger for the first time, but he couldn't help himself.

Because of his physique, he has never personally experienced the power of these two spells, but today, he feels that he can probably understand it.

The young man dressed as an apprentice behind him seemed unaffected, he poked his head out from behind Alger, and asked with some doubts: "Teacher, why did you suddenly put this..."

"Go and prepare black tea." Burgess repeated, slightly emphasizing: "There are guests coming, please treat them well."

Apprentice Eli retracted his head, hugged the basket full of food tightly, and replied: "Yes."

Then, Alger heard the apprentice whispering from behind: "Obviously I think it's troublesome to wear, but it's at the bottom of the box..."

He came back just a little while late, and the teacher's style changed, which is really incomprehensible.

"Eli." Burgess called him indifferently.

The apprentice shivered, and slid past the two of them with the basket in his arms, and kept responding: "Yes, yes, yes, yes, I know."

Burgess's beautiful royal blue eyes looked at Alger, and he clenched the back of his hands behind his back. His face was calm and he turned sideways: "Please come in."

Alger came back to his senses, his gaze dropped slightly, avoiding that extremely impactful face.

Only then did he notice the other person's clothes.

It was a narrow-sleeved gown with a silver-white base, which was gathered at the waist, which was neat and could accentuate his slender stature.The complex runes are drawn with light blue lines, which does not appear messy, but reveals a mysterious and unique beauty of rhythm.

The silvery white and light blue are not very bright, but they make this robe look bright, as if shrouded in a layer of light.

Reminiscent of the double moon in the sky.The silver moon is bright and clear, and the blue moon is quiet, and they live together.

"The favor of the moon god?"

Alger remembered the origin of this robe.

According to legend, it came from the temple that worshiped the goddess of the double moon in ancient times. It has been circulated among various ethnic groups in the mainland for thousands of years. After several twists and turns, it was finally stored in the royal family's treasury.A few years ago, it was given to the legendary blacksmith Burgess by the princess.

Burgess held the door, nodded to him, and answered one word softly: "Yes."

Alger suddenly had a feeling of facing the legend, which was very strange.

"Come in, please." Burgess had no expression on his face, but took a slight step back.

The blacksmith's residence is full of various tools, and on the wooden shelf in the back are bottles and jars containing alchemy potions.Several doors were closed, probably to rooms like the forge hall, the altar room, and the living room.

When I heard the sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets, I thought it would be very messy inside, but this is not the case. Although it looks crowded because of the large number of items, it is better to arrange them neatly.

After Alger and Burgess sat down, the apprentice came out of one of the doors carrying black tea. The movements of setting the tea were very skillful, and they seemed to do these things often.

The taste of the tea and condensed milk is sweet and fragrant, mixed with a special smell of fruit trees, probably from the tea leaves produced on the edge of the eastern forest, near the Elven Empire.

It has to be said that the blacksmith is indeed as rich as people say.

"I heard that you used to live in the capital, but it's surprising that you suddenly appeared in such a remote place as Dock Town."

Alger watched the apprentice put down the black tea, and exited the room under Burgess' gesture, and he tentatively raised the topic.

Burgess watched him with blue eyes like freshly washed gems.

"The bluebells here are beautiful, so I kept them for a few more days."

The voice of the blacksmith is very special, as light as the wind, passing by the ears indifferently, but it can make people feel a different kind of gentleness.

How many days do you want to stay?

Alger glanced at the surrounding layout.This doesn't seem like a temporary stay, is it a blacksmith's unique habit?

...so rich.

Instead of staying in a hotel, I built a room specially.

He looked back full of doubts and emotions, but continued: "I heard that the Song Huanhua in Wangcheng is also very beautiful."

"Too gorgeous." Burgess paused for a moment: "You look very anxious, don't deliberately talk about these topics with me, and you are not good at this kind of communication."

Alger was stunned, a little embarrassed: "Obviously?"

"Your eyebrows are furrowed tightly."

Your pace in the bazaar is very urgent.

"You're rote a technique someone taught you."

I have never seen you talk to people so carefully before.

Alger rubbed his forehead and sighed: "Indeed..."

The senior who taught him how to communicate with people is indeed very good at dealing with people, but unfortunately he failed to learn the essence, so he could only follow the principles he gave and just go straight to touch others.

"If there is anything, please speak up. Keeping the client's secret is a rule that every blacksmith must abide by."

The slender and white fingers turned the cup on the saucer, which was pleasing to the eye.

"There is a map, I would like to ask you to see if it can be created."

Alger was not good at dealing with people, so he simply returned to his most adaptable state, took out the atlas, and handed it to the other party.

Alger's words were vague, but Burgess' eyes were vicious. He only unfolded the map, glanced at it twice, and said, "Holy Sword?"

So easy to recognize?

Perhaps Alger's expression was too surprised, Burgess explained: "The holy sword was originally made by dwarves, and that master and my teacher came from the same clan."

The family society of the dwarves is composed of clans, and family traditions and honors are all preserved and passed on based on the clans.

"Then..." Can you build him?

"I'm sure," Burgess continued without waiting for the executor to finish, "but I refuse to do it."

The topic turned too quickly, and before he had time to feel grateful and joyful for the other party's ability to forge sacred artifacts, he was rejected in a flash.

Alger froze unexpectedly.

The atlas was folded and handed back to him, and it was still shaking slightly in his eyes, as if pulling back his thoughts.

Alger took it with mixed feelings, and asked, "Can you tell me why you refused? After all, I haven't said anything yet."

No chance at all.

"The grade of the Holy Sword is very high. To forge it, you need to bear some... punishment. Either it falls on me as the forger, or you as the requester."

"Of course I won't let you bear it." Alger said immediately.

Burgess looked at him and was silent for a while: "Sorry, I still refuse."

Alger asked puzzled, "Is there any other reason?"

Burgess seemed to think very seriously for a while, and then came up with a rather willful answer: "The aura of the Holy Sword is too powerful, I don't want people to mention me in the future, always think that I have forged a sword all my life.

"When people talk about my name, it's 'Burgens who reforged the holy sword', not 'Burgens the master blacksmith'. This feeling of being bound is really... too uncomfortable. "

...Is it a very wronged thing to use the holy sword as an attributive?

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