After going to 4 or 5 bookstores one after another and collecting a lot of books, Qiu Bai's strange behavior finally stopped.

After that, they carried out the most important supplies of supplies... food and drinking water, but this kind of "bulk supplies" does not need Qiu Bai to fight by himself. After paying the money and specifying the location, the store will naturally send the things there. .

And I don't know why, their actions are particularly active, as if they are rushing for time... What's the rush of this, you can wait until tomorrow to continue if you can't deliver it today? Does selling vegetables also pay attention to the completion of today's affairs?

After wandering around for a day, it was already evening.

"Here, it should be here."

After completing the set tasks, Qiu Bai and Mo Nai did not directly regret it, they stopped in front of another store.

It may not be accurate to say that the store is not even a signboard, and the door is tightly closed. Because he was holding a lot of things, Qiu Bai tilted his head and glanced at the note in his hand, and checked it. After the marked address and the location here, he was sure that he had come to the wrong place.

Coming here is just for Qiubai's temporary intention. He heard that there is an excellent swordsmith living in this city while shopping, so he decided to come and visit... Maybe he thinks that this time he should find a real swordsmith. own sword.

Of course, we also need to see if the swordsmith here is really a swordsmith.

But it doesn't look like it's open for business here?

Just as Qiubai was about to stretch out his foot to "knock on the door", he didn't expect a short, hoarse voice to enter his ears:

"Enter!"

The door was opened from the inside, Qiu Bai and Monet looked at each other and entered this unremarkable room.

Qiubai put down the things at his side, and the first thing that entered his eyes was the image of the "swordsmith": short hair, round face, short body, face full of ravines and thick limbs...

It doesn't quite fit the image of an oriental master, but... don't judge this by appearance, after all, according to legend, dwarves have always been small experts in forging.

There was a scorching hot breath in the whole room... I want to come to the sword stove in the back with a long-lasting flame.

Looking at the layout of the store...a large number of naked knives of different lengths were placed in a mess, which was completely different from the neat arrangement of the weapons store, and even Qiu Bai felt that he had no idea what to do.

Well, here is a workshop.

But I have to admit that sometimes the smell of iron is also very fascinating.

After greeting the two of them to come in, the man sat aside and went to work, apparently repairing a knife.

Does this mean to let yourself look at it? Craftsmen always have various temperaments, but the master is particularly withdrawn... I don't know if this is Qiu Bai's illusion, but he doesn't know how to write the word polite.

His eyes wandered around the room, and then one of the few knives that was completely finished and fully decorated soon caught his eye.

So he walked over and picked it up without saying a word... The delicate touch immediately made people think it was a famous instrument, and the fineness of the work made people wonder if it came from this "dwarf" hand.

Thinking of this, Qiu Bai couldn't help but cast a curious look at the other party, but the latter seemed to be quite keen, and directly raised his head to meet Qiu Bai's gaze.

"Can I try the sword?" he asked immediately.

The other party looked him up and down, and then nodded.

Seeing that the other party had no objection, Qiu Bai pulled out the knife with a slight but continuous friction sound.

The gloss reflected on the blade and the mesmerizing arc all illustrate Qiu Bai's previous judgment that this is a good blade... As for how good it is, it's hard to say for now.

"Goemon."

"what?"

"Goemon, the name of this sword." The other party explained another sentence.

"Goemon...a name that makes people nostalgic." Turning the blade, you can see the inscription on it, and it is indeed the four characters of Goemon.

The swordsman heard Qiubai's emotion and looked over again.

"It's nothing, it just so happens that a swordsman I like is also called Goemon."

As he spoke, Qiu Bai put the knife back into the scabbard, and then hit a straw mat standing in the middle of the room... Without any sense of blockage, the straw mat was easily cut in two.

"Humph, and cut some boring stuff again."

Well, after hearing this name, Qiubai just wanted to say a line like this. After achieving this boring purpose, he put the knife back.

"I heard that Your Excellency is the best swordsmith in this country. If I want to customize a suitable sword, I don't know how long it will take." Qiubai turned to face the swordsmith and said.

"Swordsmith? No, I'm just a swordsmith... come with me."

Private ordering is a big job, the other party put down the work in hand, then turned around and left here through the back door.

Qiu Bai also followed directly behind him.

In the back was an empty yard, with a long table covered in felt that stretched almost from one end of the yard to the other.

The swordsman walked to the front of the table, and then untied the felt cloth on it, revealing the contents...more than a thousand knives of different lengths, widths, and curvatures.

"This... won't let me try them all?" Qiu Bai suddenly felt like going to an optical shop to get glasses.

The knifemaker nodded, and then pointed to a wooden stake in the middle of the yard... It was 4 meters high and over 1.5 meters in diameter.

"This... with all your strength?" Qiu Bai picked up the knife at the front, and was a little overwhelmed. Although this wood looks thick and long, it is not difficult for a swordsman to cut, right?

"All strength," said the swordsman, "This is Tianxing South Konjac, which can be chopped continuously."

Well, it seems that this thing is quite special, so Qiubai cut it down with peace of mind... "Du!" Sure enough, the sound of the wooden stake being chopped was very special, and the blade stuck just a little bit, which was not what Qiubai imagined. The situation of a slash in two.

The knife maker went up to look at the marks of the incision, and then said, "Change to size 38."

And after Qiubai found No. 38 and cut it a few times, he said, "Change to No. 438."

There was nothing wrong with Qiubai's initial feeling. This special meow was wearing glasses, but it was still the most primitive method.

But this is also the reason why Qiubai came to a place like this. Although he has the ability to construct, he is not a professional. With the continuous instructions of the knife maker, the knife in Qiubai's hand gradually developed to be heavier and more slender.

After being busy until midnight, after constant adjustment, what Qiubai got in his hand didn't look like a battle knife, but more like a ceremonial knife that could only be used for decoration. Kind of grateful...too long.

If you really make a knife according to this shape, maybe you will easily create a demon knife.

Qiubai kept trying to wave the bamboo pole-like thing in his hand, but he felt that it was quite easy.

"How long does it take to make this thing?"

He just asked casually~lightnovelpub.net~ At this moment, he doesn't need what the knifemaker is doing--simply put, if he knows the "degree", he can already make glasses by himself Out.

The swordsman glanced at the moonlight, and then said the longest sentence since Qiubai came here, "You can go back, whether you really need this knife is another matter, if you still have it tomorrow. If you can come to me... Anyway, please come back tomorrow."

So Qiubai was driven out in such a confused way, what does this mean? Sounds like there's a chance it won't come tomorrow?

But he really had no plans to come again.

"It's getting foggy……"

After coming to the street again, Qiu Bai discovered that the fog had enveloped the city, and the moonlight had also been obscured.

In the Rommel Kingdom after nightfall, there were only dim lights on the streets, but outside Qiu Bai, not a single pedestrian could see it.

I always feel that in this atmosphere, there will be something wicked and strange.