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Chapter 62 0062: Materials, Recommendations
"I have to learn to be independent."

Arthur may have inherited Wauchel's paranoia.

There are a lot of absurd and presumptuous parts to his thinking.

A long time ago, he accidentally discovered a dwarf blacksmith, decided to learn from him, and passed the assessment. Everyone in the workshop at that time praised Vochel for his teaching skills...

The spirit craftsman knew it well, but kept silent.

Since then, the master and apprentice have been forging a weapon to stab each other.

Arthur wanted to make a living, and wanted to make his teacher prouder.

He fell into a vicious circle of self-satisfaction, even hurting those closest to him, just for the opportunity to grow on his own.

Ken said slowly.

"Vauciel has always known that your knowledge is taught by others."

He stated the facts without any emotion and let the other party think for themselves, which was more useful than any persuasion.

Arthur bowed his head.

"Sure enough, from the day of the assessment, the teacher began to let me learn and comprehend..."

He seemed to have understood it a long time ago, but the two never spoke.

As a craftsman, who can endure such insults:
I can't teach my students myself, I can only let him steal other people's skills to make progress!

What's more, what about an old man like Worchier, who has a strong self-esteem and a paranoid personality?So, for so many years, he has been enduring the pain in his heart.

What Arthur means to him is far beyond apprenticeship and inheritance.

Worchell carefully hid his heartbreak. He knew that he was a spirit craftsman, and he cherished the bond of "master and apprentice", but he didn't want to affect Arthur's growth on the road of blacksmithing.

"Senbio's wisdom..."

Thinking of this, Arthur couldn't help but look up at the frosty dome, his red eyes filled with tears.

"What the hell did I do?"

The more he thought about it, the more he blamed himself.

If you bid farewell in this way, all the blood will be exhausted, and only the pain that cannot be healed will be left, as well as the regret that will accompany you for life.

Ken's tone remained flat, and he said:

"Vauciel received an order for weapons, and he asked the son of Lord Elwe for a chance to purify the gods."

Arthur looked over in surprise.

Ken squinted his eyes and looked at him, allowing the emotion of "self-blame" to take root.

"He did this only to remove the hunting corruption from your body. Hey, think about it, how much the spirit craftsman hates weapons. If he really fulfills his promise, what price will he pay?"

The fire still glows in the remains of the fountain.

Arthur shook his head and begged the other party to stop talking. He didn't question the teacher's determination, but was afraid that this would really happen.

Spirit craftsmen can enhance artifacts.

If this kind of thing is blessed on the weapon, the backlash caused in the end will make the forger pay an extremely painful price.

Ken tells what he knows.

Arthur listened quietly.

He sat slumped at the bottom of the steps without saying a word, like a child who had run away from home, and finally had a deeper understanding of rebellion and responsibility, and was introspecting himself.

Fortunately, it's all in time.

Ken could see that as long as Arthur calmed down, he would obediently go back to reconcile with the spirit craftsman.

[Series of tasks: Arthur's teacher ([-])]

【Progress: Completed】

Remarks also confirmed my own thoughts.

but don't know why...

Ken felt inexplicably anxious, and vaguely felt that something was about to happen.

Suddenly, in the shadow behind him, there was a voice speaking very close.

"No steel sword."

"Ho!"

Quema stepped on the steps in fright.

His hands have already touched the short blade and the bow handle, and he is ready to "open the distance first, and then shoot the arrow output" at any time.

Ken turned his head to look at each other.

The dwarf craftsman has been resurrected, and he looks quite calm, just like the first time he saw it.

The only difference is:

The iron sheet wrapping his hands now stretched out the phantom of the chain, as if decisive time would disappear.

The dwarf straightened the chain and explained in a flat tone:

"Don't be curious, every time I wake up or try to step out of the rectangular hall, it will remind me of the sins I have committed."

[The soul is imprisoned and forced to live forever. He must continue to repent. 】

Ken really wanted to ask the other party what he did wrong...

But he was afraid that the blacksmith would lose control of his emotions, so he contemplated for a while, but in the end he didn't say anything.

"Arthur."

The dwarf shouted down the steps.

"Take out the 410th sample you drew, and the materials I taught you to identify."

Arthur recovered from his daze.

He skillfully groped on the floor tiles to find the corresponding trigger mechanism.

This kind of hidden compartment is almost standard for blacksmiths.

But the dwarves do it more delicately. The storage space they designed is interlaced and can be spliced ​​at will. The enchantment on the console is stronger and can depict more complex and profound inscriptions.

"it's a pity."

Ken sighed secretly.

The stone table was severely damaged, and all its original special functions had disappeared. At this time, it was just an ordinary utensil for apprentices to draw pictures.

"Although my place is simple, I still have some things left."

The chains in the hands of the blacksmith are gone.

He picked up the fruit Arthur brought with an iron piece, and said while eating: "Every time I meet a guest, I will give something as a gift. This child has obtained the knowledge he wants, and you..."

[The other party listened to the whole content and seems to be very interested in you. 】

The blacksmith paused for a moment.

He suddenly thought of many things. This young man in front of him is very special. Mother Dong will not trust a face in Nanjiang for no reason. Is it a last resort or a game of the old gods?
Seeing that he was slow to speak, Ken thought he was going to lose control again, so he tentatively asked:
"What are you going to give me?"

The dwarf's distracted eyes refocused on Ken.

"One material, one suggestion."

He threw away the core, and two pieces of iron knocked against each other, and Arthur, who was urged, quickly sent over the things and manuscript paper.

[Material: Cold Pivot Grip]

[Quality: Legend]

[Forged semi-finished products, accessories with a frame that has been formed, only certain types of weapons can use it. 】

The moment Ken saw the quality, he couldn't hide his excitement.

He couldn't help observing carefully:

This material is in the shape of a long handle, the main body has an inconspicuous wavy arc, the skeleton has begun to take shape, and the outline of the "strike part" is outlined.

Hey, what kind of weapon does this shape look like?

Arthur spread out the blueprint at this moment, and the answer was instantly revealed—it was a majestic winter battle ax on it!

An ancient style with wild features from the days of the dwarves.

[Item: Ghost Draft · Dawn and Twilight]

[A very clever weapon design, which uses special techniques to hide the process of forging and casting. Only the top forging will use this "underworld draft". 】

The dwarf artisan raised his arms.

"This drawing is a suggestion."

He looks like a pilgrim, looking back at the way he came from, with a calm and deep face. Although his height only reaches Ken's ribs, his aura is very strong at this time.

A craftsman must have absolute confidence in his own field.

The dwarf stared at Ken's black glove, as if he could see the tattoo under it, and he said firmly:
"Not a steel sword, you have to take a battle axe."

　Hahaha, let me declare first, I am really not copying chapters.In the outline, from the Norlin scholar to the Dewar tribe, the weapon I have laid out for so long is indeed a battle axe.This will be used later, so I won’t spoil it. There is definitely a sword, and it is more important. When Ken takes the sword, it is already another stage.

　　
　
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