"Snapped!"

"idiot!"

Jeffrey stared angrily at Cyril, standing with his face in a grievance, angrily with a moustache.

"Father ... I ... I didn't do anything ..." Cyril whispered, not expecting that he had just been here for a while, and was called by his father here, and he was so slaped as soon as he met. Maybe today What happened to my father?

"Nothing? Take a million copper coins and ask Master Roma to go to your smithy to show you where it's not doing ?!" Jeffrey was smirked.

"Isn't this a failure, and I didn't do anything to him, don't you often say that you have to be bold in doing business, I just haven't negotiated this sale ..." Cyril glanced at Jeffrey, whispered Road.

"Shut up, you idiot!" Jeffrey slaps backhand again on Cyril's face, his hands shaking with irritation: "I ... how did I make you such a idiot!"

Cyril covered his face with his hands, and looked at Jeffrey with a bit of fear. He hadn't seen his father so morbid for a long time.

"Do you know, what kind of existence of this Master Roma? He forged the Heavenly Sword of Alex Tulong! He made the sword of the King of the Los Empire! The chief of the Ogg tribe Oster's sword was forged by him! Five of the top ten weapons on Nolan's mainland weapon list came from his hands! The other five are almost all the legendary soldiers of all races! "

"Do you know how many top ten peak powerhouses lined up to ask him to forge weapons for refusal? If they knew that your stupid angered him, as long as he could please Master Roma, they would break through the door of the manor tonight, Unscrew your head and pack it for Master Roma. "

Jeffrey panted, and looked at Cyril with an iron hate. "Do you think you're talking about sales? What the **** you are doing is making your head a gift!"

噗通!

Cyril's legs softened, and he knelt directly in front of Jeffrey, his face pale and bloodless.

He originally thought that he had just made a small mischief, even if he lost a little, but he did not expect it to be such a terrible disaster.

"Father save me ... Father save me ..." Cyril crawled to his knees before Jeffrey, and said with a look of horror.

A group of ten strong men lined up to get his head. This kind of scene is extremely horrible just by imagination.

"You have caused such trouble, even if it is me, I'm afraid I won't be able to protect you." Jeffrey retracted his feet hugged by Cyril.

"So ... what should I do? Just waiting for them to kill me at home? No, I don't want to die, I don't want to die ..." Cyril shook his head, mourning.

"This matter can only be avoided by Master Rom's understanding, and it must be before dawn." Jeffrey's expression had gradually calmed down, and he looked at Cyril with a cold eye. "If this matter is not handled well, not only It's just your fault, and it will also affect our Morton family. If you fortunately survive, I will drive you out of the family! "

"Yes! Yes! I'll go to him to apologize, I'll go!" Cyril rose from the ground, and walked towards the door. If he was expelled from the family, he would really have nothing. .

"You stupid, do you know where to find Master Roma? Do you know how to get his understanding?" Jeffrey's voice sounded.

Cyril's footsteps stopped suddenly. At noon he met Master Roma at the Maimi restaurant, but now he is not sure, and he didn't know how to get his understanding, probably just kneeling on his knees. In front of him, he gave him a few heads, crying for forgiveness.

"He ate two meals at Mai Mi this morning and noon. If nothing unexpected, he should still appear at Mai Mi at night. Secondly, he hates those who are stubborn. You better find one. A trusted person speaks for you. "Jeffrey said quietly.

"People he trusts ..." Cyril thought of the two young dwarves first, and it was obviously impossible for them to speak for him. As for Dix, it was even more impossible with his attitude. After thinking about it, he actually No one was able to find help.

"It is said that the finished product that Master Roma forged recently was a kitchen knife. This kitchen knife was donated by him to the owner of Maimi Restaurant. After coming to the city of chaos, Master Roma has gone to Maimi Restaurant two consecutive times. Dining, if you can ask the owner of Mai Mi Restaurant to speak for you, there may be a turning point in this matter. "Jerji said.

"The owner of Mai Mi Restaurant?" Cyril's expression suddenly felt like eating a fly. This person naturally remembered that there had been conflicts at the two Chamber of Commerce Ceremonies. This guy was standing by Gololia. Now let him ask him to speak for himself, isn't he asking the cat to do things.

However, who is this guy, a weapon that can not be obtained by the ten-level strongman, and he can let Master Roma forge a chopper for him? kitchen knife? !!

"I know you have some quarrels with him, what to do, you choose." Jeffrey said calmly, "I will not let the family bury you for a fool."

"Yes." Cyril left with a blue face. Compared with losing his head, even if he was humiliated by that guy, it was nothing. As long as this matter can be revealed, he is still the second master of the Morton family: "Prepare your car and go to Mai Mi Restaurant!"

...

Kazakhstan put his chin on his face and looked at Roma, who was eating fish head with chopped peppers, with a surprised look, and muttered, "It's puzzling, old Roma, you even came to the chaotic city."

Rom took a sip of the tender brain in his bones and asked, "Isn't it fragrant?"

"No ... just for this fish head? You have moved the forge to the chaotic city not far away?" Kazakhstan was still a little weird.

"If I can eat it in Eisenburg, I won't move." Rom nodded and glanced at Switzerland, "Don't you say you like wandering, don't you like staying in one place for a long time? Why do you stay here now? Is it? "

"Because the fish head is so fragrant." Ha Swiss sighed.

Roma smiled. Thirty-five years ago, Kazakhstan came to the blacksmith to find him when he was in Eisenburg. Unlike those guys who asked for weapons, he always brought a large food box to eat. After persisting for many years, he finally shyly refused and forged a kitchen knife for him. The relationship between the two is also quite good, and he is one of his few friends.

"Also, aren't you saying that you won't help others forge kitchen knives in this life? Why did you get one for Boss Mai?"

"Take the fish head." Rom put down the clean fish bones and sighed. "I can't refuse."