After the holy sword is broken

Alger was very entangled, but his good upbringing made him lock the slander in his heart.

"It seems that your ambition is very lofty."

It's not flattery or sarcasm, aside from the depression caused by the mission being blocked, Alger really thinks so.

As he said, the halo of the holy sword is beyond doubt.He is the symbol of the ultimate good, the embodiment of justice, the ultimate light, and the eternal yearning in the hearts of living beings.

Forging the holy sword is undoubtedly a kind of honor for the New World people on the side of the gate of hell.To be able to give up voluntarily, and to show contempt for such glory, the ambition must be very high.

"Then," Argel sighed, "Would you like to introduce an excellent blacksmith who can also forge holy swords?"

"Unfortunately, at present, only I can do it. If you don't mind waiting for decades, you can also choose to wait for my teacher to come out."

A smile hung on Burgess's face, and his already bewitchingly handsome face was even more stunning.

It's a pity that Alger didn't have the extra thought to appreciate it.

"If that's the case..." He frowned, his rare silver-gray pupils were full of seriousness: "Although I shouldn't force you, I still hope that you can think carefully about it."

After all, this is the holy sword...

According to the legend that has been passed down in the New World for thousands of years, once the holy sword that stands on the altar and suppresses evil spirits is broken, he does not know how it will affect the situation, but this omen is ominous after all.

Burgess shook his head.

"It's just a sword. Maybe it's just because a person who didn't name it called him a holy sword, so he became a holy sword."

Some anger rose from the bottom of Alger's heart: "Aren't you a bit deviant when you say that?"

Burgess looked at him quietly for a while without refuting, but repeated: "I'm sorry, but I can't promise you. I won't spread the word about the holy sword, so you can rest assured. Please go back, Mr. Alger .”

After finishing speaking, he paused, and suddenly coughed lightly: "No, please allow me to retract the last sentence. May I ask you to stay here and have lunch with me?"

... what kind of development is this?

Alger was stunned longer than when the forging request was rejected.

"If you don't want to," Burgess lowered his eyes, "forget it."

...how should I reply at this time?

Really miss Philo, if he is here, he must be able to handle it well.

It's a pity that no matter how much he missed him, he couldn't rely on his thoughts to drag the fourth executor back from the king's city. Argel had no choice but to face the difficult situation alone.

In fact, it is also an easy question to answer. The answer is yes or no. Since the other party has withdrawn the invitation, then...

"Then, I'll take my leave."

Burgess raised his gaze and stared at him, with emotions floating in his sapphire blue eyes.

Alger couldn't understand this look, but he felt that the message conveyed in it would definitely not be happy.

Do you want him to go, or don't you want him to go?

He obviously didn't want to conclude a transaction relationship, so why did he make such an extra invitation?

The people in Wangcheng, their words and deeds are so difficult to understand...

"I... come to visit another day, and I hope you can think about it again."

He should seek help from the almighty Fa Ye first.

"So you are in charge of forging the Holy Sword this time. Has the Holy Sword been destroyed?"

The time ratio between the Master Mage's living room and the outside world is unknown. When Alger came back from Burgess, he had already finished his rest. At this time, he was sitting opposite him energetically, analyzing the situation for his friend.

Faye explained the truth in a few words. Alger, who was eating rye bread to satisfy his hunger, showed some signs of choking, and barely swallowed the food with milk:

"How did you guess that?"

"Is there any need to ask about such an easy matter?"

Dana put up the aloofness of the mage, and dismissed the low-level questions.

"Okay..." Alger finished eating the bread in his hand and patted off the crumbs.

"Then what should I do? Go find someone else?"

Dana looked at him with pity: "No, what Burgess said should be the truth. In the New World, only he and his teacher can forge the holy sword."

Alger was puzzled: "Master Andrew of Luger is indeed a top blacksmith. Although Burgess is extremely talented and skilled, he is only a young man after all. Could it be that there are no other senior blacksmiths who can surpass him?"

Master Andrew of the dwarf Ruger clan is Borgins' teacher.

Ta Ling, who had been silenced early, wandered around the two, looking like he wanted to join the conversation, but Dana was unmoved, and even thought it was in the way, so he waved the wide sleeve of the mage's robe to drive it aside.

"From the perspective of technique, of course there are better masters, but those who are tainted with the word "skill" cannot be discussed solely on the basis of high or low.

"Each clan of the dwarves inherits different techniques, which are difficult for outsiders to spy on, but can affect the success rate of forging a special item.

"It's like a warrior who is good at spears. If he switches to a dagger, he may not perform better than a lower-level professional who specializes in short weapons."

After finishing speaking, he paused, looked at Alger, and added with a strange expression: "Of course, this is for normal people, and abnormal situations like yours are not counted."

Alger was holding a milk cup, his eyes full of confusion.

What's up with him?

"Anyway, you'd better go back and beg him again, if it's not possible, there's no shame in kneeling."

Faye made a conclusion.

"...But he said that he didn't want his future reputation to be tied to the Holy Sword, so he was very firm."

Alger put down the empty cup and licked the corner of his mouth.

"Excuses, euphemistic excuses."

Fa Ye raised his hands and said slowly.

"The dwarves are dissatisfied with the poem of truth because of the encounter with their best friend Juros and the destruction of the dungeon representing the ultimate art of craftsmen.

"Although the United Front from the Gate of Hell has weakened this grudge in the continuous flames of war, the old hatred for the contradictory symbol of the holy sword is still hard to get rid of.

"Burgens grew up among the dwarves and inherited the skills of the Ruger clan, so he will naturally inherit the Ruger's grudge."

Alger sighed: "Have you held grudges for so long? Obviously Jiu Ruosi herself..."

"How about 'don't mess with the dwarves'? She has a long lifespan, a violent temper, and takes her family's reputation very seriously."

Faye paused for a moment: "Also, it is indeed a bit delicate to take the holy sword made by the dwarves and attack their best friends."

The two fell into an eerie silence.

"Well, don't criticize the saint. You have already eaten lunch, so you can continue to beg Burgess."

"Will it be annoying to go twice a day?" Argel asked hesitantly.

Fa Ye had a disgusted expression of "you have too many things to do" on his face: "Then tomorrow."

Alger obediently waited until the next day.

The brick house was still the same brick house, surrounded by bluebells mixed with weeds, in small clusters, some scattered, some connected together.

The ground was not as wet as yesterday, only the grass blades were covered with some dew, reflecting the pale golden sunlight, shining brightly.

Alger was a little guilty when he knocked on the door, with a cheeky feeling of begging his opponent to do something.

It's really embarrassing that the predecessors sinned and the descendants ended...

This time, the door opened very quickly, and the little apprentice with a few freckles stood inside the door: "Mr. Alger, are you here to find my teacher?"

"Yes." Alger nodded.

"Please come in first." The little apprentice looked back at a certain door behind him, then turned to Alger and said, "Maybe we have to wait for a while, teacher, he is..."

The door that the little apprentice had seen suddenly opened with a "squeak". Burgess was holding something in his hand, and his expression was calm: "Is that Mr. Alger from yesterday? Please come in."

It is also the nature of the "moon god's favor", never dirty, never damaged, which makes this magic robe still brand new after thousands of years.

The bright silver and blue intertwined colors, the obscure and mysterious rune pattern, and the slim tailoring make the already handsome blacksmith look like a heavenly man.

Even if Alger had been prepared for a long time, he was slightly stunned by this radiance.

It was still the same as yesterday, with the same type of black tea, except that Burgess had an extra dart made of bone, with rough edges and no traces of runes on the surface, which seemed to be a semi-finished product.

"Am I bothering you?"

Borgins played with the bone dart with his slender fingers, lowered his eyes slightly, and said casually: "No."

Alger clenched his hands slightly on his knees: "It's still because of what happened yesterday..."

Burgess' fingers froze and he raised his eyes to look at him.

Very beautiful, like a blue gem.

Alger pondered in his heart.

But the words spoken by the owner of the eyes are not beautiful.

"I said, I refuse."

"Please don't make a decision so quickly, always give me a chance to defend myself."

"Your Excellency, you know how troublesome it is to create a holy sword?" Dark blue eyes were full of aggressive chills: "Isn't it also the responsibility of the poem of truth for him to be destroyed? What obligation do I have to clean up the mess for you?"

"I will try my best to assist you. Moreover, this is an entrustment, and it does not require you to pay for nothing. The reward can be raised as you like..." Alger's words were weak and empty.

Hearing the phrase "raise remuneration at will", Burgess' eyes flickered slightly, and then he still showed a resolute look: "Your Excellency is very loyal. According to the usual style of the religious order, you may not even know the cause of the incident." Don't you know?"

"A proper level of confidentiality is conducive to the protection of multiple parties. As the executor, I don't need to know the whole story."

Alger's focus was clearly skewed.

Burgess snorted softly: "You are willing to be a diehard is your business, the relationship between the dwarves and the poem of truth, my relationship with the Ruger clan, and the old thing about the holy sword, you should not be ignorant Bar?

"If it wasn't for my admiration for you, I would have kicked you out as soon as I saw the holy sword map. How can I let you in a second time?"

"Don't be so extreme, we can have a good chat...huh?"

"Ok?"

"You, just... what did you say?" Alger almost thought he had heard it wrong.

Burgess froze for a moment, then suddenly turned his head, looked away, and grabbed the bone dart he was playing with with his fingertips into his palm.

"……I did not say anything."

The cabin suddenly fell silent.