Henrik's efficiency is very high. Just after eating in the morning, he called Roger and left an address.

"I have already contacted you, and I said hello in advance. You go directly to him and explain your intentions. He will help you build a new weapon according to your requirements."

"By the way, there is one more thing. The materials you asked me to collect for you have arrived. It happens to be this time to go to Bordeaux. You can get it yourself."

"Those things can't be mailed by normal means."

"How much is it……"

"It can be seen that Henrik seems to be very short of money. The box of gold coins they had obtained before has not been sold yet. Roger still has a few missions to accumulate."

"I'll pay for you first. You don't have enough of those in your hand. If nothing else, the deposit for casting a steel sword is more than 10,000."

"Uh……"

"Ok."

Roger can only thank him again and again. He and Henrik have established a deep friendship after several missions, and they can be regarded as deadly friendships. Naturally, there is no need to push back this little money.

Don't look at Henrik's greed to his bones yesterday, but in fact, even if Roger was willing to give Henrik his own money, Henrik might not ask for it.

If he accepts it, he will definitely make up for Roger elsewhere.

The two knew each other well.

When something like this happened to Amanda, Andrine would naturally not be able to continue to work like a okay person. She deliberately took a few days off from the police station and planned to accompany Amanda.

The mother and daughter made a plan, just when they had time, they planned to take Little Jack and his aunt's family to visit relatives nearby.

Originally Andrin planned to call Roger, but Roger found an excuse to say that Professor Condes was looking for him about music.

After a simple cleanup, Roger drove towards Bordeaux.

This is the first time he has come to the most prosperous seaside city nearby.

As the largest city in the entire state, the population of the entire urban area of ​​Bordeaux is about 450,000, and the total population of the small towns under its jurisdiction exceeds 1.5 million.

Had it not been for the hurricane in the past thirty years, the city of Bordeaux would be more prosperous now.

Roger initially determined that the place Anna asked him to search should be in Bordeaux.

Because in the periphery of the city, there is a river that passes through the city. The whole river is winding and winding, which looks like a crescent moon from the map.

So many years ago, this city was also called Crescent City.

According to Roger's speculation, the city of Bordeaux at the time when Anna was alive should have been called Crescent City.

The distance from Bay Town to Bordeaux is not too far. Roger didn't drive fast, and it took about three hours to enter the city.

The whole city is divided into several areas. From the outside, it doesn't have the metropolis style in Roger's impression at all. Instead, it has an inexplicable decay and old atmosphere.

This is a city that alternates between the old and the new, but under the surface prosperity is hidden some special cultures left over from the colonial period hundreds of years ago.

According to the address given by Henrik, Roger parked the car in a nearby parking lot. The place he was going was a pedestrian street, and the car could not reach the destination directly.

Royal Street.

Although the name sounds expensive, in fact, this street is one of the oldest streets in Bordeaux.

He retains many of the colonial architectural styles of the Faku period. The houses on the whole street are painted in colorful colors. Walking on the street, Roger can see many tourists wandering around.

In the streets and corners, there are stray musicians performing, as well as artists who paint people. What gets in your ears is the unique melody of jazz.

For a moment, Roger even thought that all this he had experienced was just a dream.

"Sir, do you paint a portrait?"

"It only takes 15 minutes for me to paint for you. Trust me, it won't take you much time."

"Use the ordinary 15 minutes of your life to exchange a good memory in Bordeaux, why not do it?"

It was a girl wearing ripped jeans who stopped Roger. She was slightly taller than a normal girl, with freckles on her face, and she seemed to be of Nordic origin.

"Draw me one."

Roger sat on a low stool next to him.

"I have a request. You have to draw 4 eyes and two mouths on my face. Of course, after drawing them, they must be exactly the same as myself."

The girl was taken aback for a moment, then looked at Roger carefully, then nodded.

"The customer is God, and I will meet your requirements."

When she said that, she picked up the paintbrush and quickly sketched it.

The girl didn't seem to need to compare Roger's appearance at all. She lowered her head and focused entirely on the drawing paper.

And Roger didn't move, he just looked left and right. The street was full of free and undisciplined atmosphere, and the girl in front of him was also very ordinary.

It's hard to think of the Hunter's Guild.

Less than 10 minutes later, the girl stopped writing. She didn't even show her painting to Roger, but quickly rolled it up and handed it to Roger's hand.

"You will like it."

"Go to the end of the street, then turn right into the alley, you will see a red iron gate, pass this picture out, and someone will take you to where you want to go."

"By the way..."

The girl twirled her fingers as she said.

"My tip."

Roger paid the money and turned and left.

This is what Henrik could have told him. Without acquaintances to lead the way, it is the first time to go to the swordsmith. He needs to get a certificate here first.

The old man is a weird guy, he only serves people who are pleasing to the eye. As for what kind of talent is pleasing to the eye, Roger doesn't know.

According to Henrik, although this painter doesn't have any strong combat effectiveness, she has a unique talent, plus a period of training.

Her portraits ~lightnovelpub.net~ can accurately show a characteristic of someone.

And this trait is the stepping stone to the swordsmith.

Roger didn't know what he looked like in this girl's eyes. The scroll in his hand was tied with a string, and he didn't intend to break the rules.

Following the direction directed by the girl, Roger came to the iron gate. He knocked on the door and a gap was opened. After thinking about it, Roger stuffed the scroll in his hand along the gap.

This should be a special passage for newcomers, and old people like Henrik will have other ways to enter.

The street on the opposite side was bustling, but there was no one in this alley. At this moment, another woman came to the alley. Before Roger looked at him, the iron door was opened and a voice rang.

"Sir, you are invited."

"PLZ follow me!"

Without any hesitation, Roger pushed in.