Othua's War Banner

Chapter 49 0049: A blacksmith who does not fight weapons
"Report your identity, the bearer of the mighty power of the old gods."

Marengu's voice was still so magnificent and powerful, but now his tone became quite serious.

He imagined that the other party displayed superb sword skills, or some kind of ancient combat skills, or it could be magic or secret techniques...

"Child from southern Xinjiang, how did you gain the trust of the old gods?"

"Sorry, I haven't formally introduced myself yet."

Ken understood the surprise of the other party, but at least the other party was not hostile, and it seemed that he was not a traditional-minded northerner.

"My name is Ken Bouvier, War Banner of the Thornton Kaya Tribe."

"really."

Ma Lungu nodded solemnly.

He saw that pattern just now, but he couldn't believe it, thinking that some damn tattoo apprentice had committed a taboo.

"You deserve a good weapon. Don't look at me like this. I don't trust you, but I trust the eyes of the old god. Dongmu is a loving god, and Qiwen's orphan should pass it on."

The stove master stared at the opponent's hand, and made a scribbled prayer gesture.

Ken returned the courtesy accordingly.

[History: It is said that in the age of the old gods, Mother Dong appeared to participate in the Battle of Qiwen, and the surviving humans chose to serve her and became the earliest subjects. Northerners who believed in Mother Winter were called "Orphans of Qiwen". 】

Marengu put away his contempt.

He spread out the high-grade paper produced by Hope, outlined the line draft with a homemade thick pen, and referred to Ken's opinion. This question raised his eyebrows again, and the other party was quite accomplished in aesthetics.

Ken's style combines the elegance and refinement of the southern border with the wild passion of the northern border.

"When I make things in the future, I may refer to some of your inspirations. If you encounter similar weapons and armor in the future, you can brag about it."

Marengu made a joke. He was in a good mood and encouraged the other party.

"The northern border is very vast, show your fists well, maybe when the time comes, I will be the one who should be proud."

Ken bowed back again.

This craftsman has a lot of aura and is quite responsible for his work.

During the time they were talking, the four giant furnaces around them gradually became calm, and the one in the farthest corner was completely dark. It seemed that the work had been completed, and a strong middle-aged man came out.

It was only then that Ken discovered that the inside was a private workshop, and the real hearth was probably still deeper.

【The paranoid blacksmith】

【Attitude: Ashamed Heart】

He is a native of Duwa Village, with stubby limbs, strong but still in the human category, his hair has almost fallen out, but his beard is very lush, tied into three sections with special rings.

He glanced at a few people, then put away his tools and left.

Not long after, several blacksmiths came out of the other giant furnaces. Their wrists or hair were also decorated with that kind of rings, which seemed to be some kind of status symbol, ranging from three to six.

Everyone gathered around, politely shut up and observed, without disturbing.

Ken turned his head and looked at Marengu next to him. The blanket-like white hair behind him was covered with large and small rings, which should be crushed in terms of identity and skill.

"When can I get it?"

"Half a year."

Ken was a little stunned, and asked, "Even you, it takes so long?"

He knew very well that although his materials were scarce, they were far from top-notch. Looking at the stone just now, and those bottles of sub-dragon's blood, they were all extremely precious.

"Don't question the efficiency of the furnace owner."

A blacksmith couldn't help but speak.

Marengu stared back, and everyone fell silent and took half a step back.

He didn't explain too much, after all, this involved Ken's privacy, and the battle flag was a respected existence in Palotus.

He closed his cloudy white pupils, and slowly said:

"Forging requires a lot of things. I stopped holding the hammer half a year ago, and I have to prepare for the opening of the ancient furnace. The real responsible for this weapon should be the craftsmen present. The most capable guy."

Everyone saluted the furnace owner.

After they raised their heads, their faces were full of piety and seriousness. After all, what they could deliver to them were all very important items.

At the same time, everyone began to look at the young man, secretly guessing his identity and origin.

Marengu straightened his back.

He is more than twice the height of Ken, his eyes swept across several huge furnaces, and he said in a steady tone:
"First come, first served, you can see that every holder is very busy, this order has to be lined up."

Ken looked around silently. On the dark cliffs on both sides, there were four majestic blast furnaces, all of which shimmered in orange, and seemed to be working, except...

The one who left first.

His stove was in the farthest corner, and it was quiet at this moment, like a crouched monster, opening its mouth waiting for food.

"What about that room?"

The craftsmen around coughed.

Some of them shook their heads, some sighed. Although they didn't complain, they all showed deep regret.

Ma Lun's ancient bell-like voice sounded again:
"His name is Vochel, he is a spirit craftsman, and he cannot accept your task."

[Common sense: Spiritsmiths are a branch of the blacksmith industry. The old god Xienbio has disciples who specialize in forging tools, and they hardly forge weapons in their lives. 】

"There are also many craftsmen in the second ring of the workshop. If you come from the other side of the crack, you should be able to see that there are many craftsmen in the mountains. As long as someone can surpass the third ring, they will take over that stove."

Someone looked up into the distance.

The other craftsmen didn't comment on Vauciel behind their backs. Everyone had different beliefs, and they only pursued the pinnacle of craftsmanship.

"Without forging weapons, he only has one apprenticeship."

"That child? I have a little impression that the talent is not bad. I often come here to wait for my teacher to come home, but I haven't seen it much recently."

"I heard that he was seriously injured, and Voucher is looking around for people."

"Why didn't he ask us for help? This guy is stupid and a spirit craftsman. Where can he get the contacts and resources to get the potion?"

Marengu seemed to think of something, and he raised his mouth abruptly.

"Spiritsmiths can forge weapons."

He stomped his feet, the furnace owner had very high authority, and could open the reserves of the blacksmiths in his hand.

Worcher's booth was very poor. Among a pile of old materials, there were two pieces of top-grade steel, which were placed in a particularly conspicuous position, but they had not been processed so far.

"He wants to break the oath? This thing must be a weapon commission!"

Everyone is a craftsman and can see through the purpose of the item at a glance.

Marengu frowned, his heart seemed to have become very heavy, and he continued: "The weapons forged by the spirit craftsman are very special, but I will pay a heavy price."

"What kind of disease is Wachier doing to save his apprentice?"

Ken was originally standing on the outside listening.

I shouldn't cross the line to ask about the private affairs inside the workshop, but suddenly...

[Series of tasks: Iron and Steel's Heart ([-])]

【Progress: 2D】

[Description: Worchell is seeking medical treatment at all costs. If nothing else is done, his poor apprentice will die in two days. 】

(End of this chapter)