After the holy sword is broken

Chapter 14

Burgess was angry.

Even if he is as dull as Argel, he can still perceive it clearly.

It seemed that he had returned to the time when they first met, and Burgess had turned back into the blacksmith who would show off all kinds of tricks and reject him mercilessly.

No, it was worse than that time.

At least that Burgess was willing to talk nicely, and even invited him to lunch.

And now...

There was a loud "bang", the sound of metal materials being thrown on the table, which pulled Alger back from his thoughts.

They are now in Borgins' forge, with tables full of tools, materials, and semi-finished products beside them, a forging stove behind them, metal and wood stacked in the corner, and an alchemy table in the middle of the room.

The blacksmith in front of him stuffed an ink-soaked pen into his hand, pointed to the alchemy platform, and motioned for him to go over, with an impatient expression on his extremely handsome face.

"As the bearer of 'retribution', you need to complete the first step of forging the holy sword. Of course, I don't expect you to be able to finish drawing this magic circle, you just need to paint a random stroke as a symbol of the beginning. "

The metal pen holder is a bit heavy to hold in the hand, the inscription on it has been activated, and the trajectories of energy movement are wonderfully complicated, and Alger can capture these trajectories with his excellent perception.Can't understand what they mean.

The dark blue ink on the nib is mixed with bright stars, like stars in the deep night sky.

"Hurry up." Burgess urged, his tone very unfriendly.

Alger sighed, glanced at the atlas twice, and prepared to write according to the comparison.

The wrist was suddenly grabbed.

Alger raised his head and looked up along the silver-white sleeve with light blue stripes. It was Burgess who stepped forward and grabbed him.

That handsome and noble silver moon face, even if it is extremely unfriendly, it is difficult to make people feel disgusted.

"Remind me again, once the forging starts, the catastrophe will never be stopped, even death will not let you get rid of it. Even so, do you still persist?"

Alger's eyes fell on the hand that was holding him, and Burgess retracted it like lightning as if he had been scalded. He turned his head away, and a blush crept up his half-covered ears with black hair.

Like the little white sparrow at the adoptive mother's house, when it was looking at the window, it looked like it was disturbed by someone.

Alger smiled, and after hearing the bad news, the depression that had been stagnant in his heart suddenly dissipated.

"Yes, I still insist. At the same time, thank you very much."

Burgess still turned his head away, and snorted coldly: "What's there to thank, it's not that I won't accept your reward."

Alger chuckled, which was particularly harsh to Burgess' ears. He urged in a ferocious tone: "Hurry up! Aren't you in a hurry?"

Alger responded again and again, put away the joke, and drew a stroke on the alchemy table according to the map.

With a well-made nib, the writing feels smooth and smooth, and the free energy around is attracted and gathered by the inscriptions, and is directed like a trickle to the alchemy table used as the drawing paper.

After finishing one stroke, Alger seemed to have sensed something, and suddenly turned around.

Burgess asked inexplicably, "What's wrong?"

"It seems..." Alger stared at a certain point in the void with sharp eyes, but he didn't see anything.His focused eyes quickly diverged, and he shook his head: "It's nothing, I just feel like I'm being spied on."

It seemed that there was an eye quietly opened in an unknown place, watching him maliciously.

"It's a bit like prophecy, but in comparison, it's not so..." Alger thought for a while, and gave up the description.

"Probably the disaster has begun, you have to get used to it."

Burgess' tone was flat, and he could vaguely taste sarcasm.He took back the pen in Alger's hand, drove the man away from the alchemy table, threw two more things, and ordered: "Grind the Chimera's horns."

"How broken?"

"Powder."

Alger looked at the mortar in his hand, and then at the Chimera in the other.

Burgess thought he was embarrassed, and added: "The mortar is specially made, and its texture can withstand the hardness of magical biological materials. In addition, it has the bonus of inscriptions and magic spells, so you won't be unable to do it."

Chimera's horns are famously sharp and hard, even steel that has been tempered thousands of times is hard to match.

"Well, yes... But do you have to use a mortar? If so, is it okay?"

The palms were clenched and then opened, and off-white fine powder leaked from between the fingers.

Burgess looked at him wordlessly for a while, and the weird look in his eyes made him a little at a loss.

"You really..."

Burgess looked at the finished product in the mortar, the corner of his mouth turned up, and then remembered that he was still angry, so he endured it and waved him away: "Leave the things, you can go out, I'm annoyed staying here."

Pushing and shoving him out of the door and closing the door with a "bang".

Burgess stood alone in the forge that had finally returned to peace, with his hands on his heart.

Annoyed, really upset, as long as that person is by my side, I can't stop being irritable.

Wanting to get attention, but also afraid that I would not perform well enough in his eyes, I was so nervous that I didn't even know how to release my hands.Mingming was very angry, but when he saw that face, his heart softened, he complained and defended him at the same time.

"Tsk," closing his eyes, his face was full of self-loathing: "It's really cheap."

Seeing the door close in front of his eyes, Alger felt a sense of déjà vu, and he seemed to have experienced such a thing when he visited the door for the first time.

"Mr. Alger."

There is also this boyish voice and a familiar name.

"Would you like some black tea?"

Alger turned his head and saw the apprentice. He was standing by the guest table, and there were tea sets and snacks on the table, all of which were exquisite things.

"You did this yourself?"

"Ah, no." The apprentice touched the back of his head, his freckled face was flushed, and said a little embarrassedly: "The tea is freshly brewed, but the dim sum is bought, I just put them on the plate inside.

"When the teacher is in a bad mood, if there is dessert, he can calm down a little."

"Then when will his mood improve?"

Alger sat down on the chair and took the teacup from the apprentice. The drink in the cup was still fragrant and fragrant, with the special aroma of fruit wood. It tasted sweeter than last time, and the taste of condensed milk was more obvious.

"Usually, it won't take long, maybe not a day, but this time it's up to you, sir."

Alger spun the cup, his eyes lowered slightly.

"But I think you don't seem very happy recently. Are you in any trouble?"

Argel fell silent.

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to say it." The apprentice smiled, his freckled cheeks were flushed, very cute, with a little youthful youthfulness.

"If you don't mind, I can tell you some interesting things I heard before."

Seeing that Alger didn't object, he said on his own, this young man is very talented in storytelling, and simple things are full of attraction when they come out of his mouth.

His voice in the period of voice change is a bit low and hoarse, which is not very pleasant to hear, but the enthusiasm and love for new things revealed in the words make the scenes he described vividly spread out.

The apprentice noticed that whenever he mentioned the royal city, the eyes of the gentleman on the opposite side would flicker, as if he was very taboo, so he deliberately avoided those topics and talked about the Dwarf Empire instead.

"Dwarves are good at magic, but they are better at forging and machinery. The dwarf empire combines the power of magic and machinery, which is very different from the residences of other races."

"Well...it's not like the difference between the elf empire and the human empire. Let's put it this way, the dwarves' use of machinery and steam has penetrated into every aspect, like kings...like those nobles who occasionally get some gadgets, automatic timekeeping The mechanical clocks and watches, the little dolls that can move without magical power, are placed in the Dwarf Empire, and they are commonly used by every household, or things that children play with."

"The architectural style is also different from other places, um... First of all, the height will be a little shorter, but the style is very rough. Dwarves like to use steel and huge stones. The shadows of machinery and steam can be seen everywhere. These Things are very well done.”

"The underground space has been fully developed. Although it is not as grand and magical as the legendary underground city, it is still very powerful."

"There will be rail cars powered by steam on the ground, and the doors of large buildings will also be opened and closed through mechanical chains."

"There is also a hanging ladder that goes straight up and down, and it is also driven by steam..."

Unknowingly, Alger became absorbed in listening, and after taking two sips of the black tea on the table, he was forgotten.Only when the door of the forge opened again did he wake up.

"The Favor of the Moon God" was still spotless, Burgess's long bundled hair was stained with a little dust, and his face was a little tired.

Alger stood up unconsciously.

Burgess' eyes paused on him, then moved away quickly, scanned the table and the apprentice's face, and said flatly: "Eli, the tea is cold."

The white porcelain cup placed on the table no longer emits heat from the mouth of the cup.Apprentice Eli stretched out his hand to test the temperature of the teapot, and then picked him up: "I'm going to change the teapot now."

The apprentice left in a hurry, as if some horrible monster was chasing him.

Burgess' eyes fell back on Alger, his royal blue eyes were emotionless and looked deserted.

"Come to me tomorrow with a topaz, wine-yellow|coloured, at least an inch in diameter."

"Okay." Alger nodded, paused, and then said: "You can make a list of the materials you need, so that I can bring them all at once."

Burgess frowned, dissatisfied and self-willed: "I just want you to take it in batches, what's the problem?"

"No, no, no." Alger shook his head quickly, and finally begged the master forging to agree, but he couldn't be let down because of trivial details.

"Everything is at your disposal. Anything else?"

"No."

"Then I will take my leave first. You have worked hard today, so please take a good rest."

How about staying a little longer?Why do you always come and go in such a hurry?

Seeing Alger leave, Burgess felt a little blocked, but he didn't say anything to persuade him to stay. He just sat down sullenly by himself, which happened to be where Alger was sitting before.

Picking up the teacup on the table, sticking his lips to the rim of the cup, he poured down the cool black tea in the cup.The cold spread across the chest, soaking the lungs.

The apprentice came back with freshly brewed black tea and couldn't help saying: "Teacher, that cup of tea..."

Mr. Alger drank it!It's still cold!

The apprentice was glanced at by Burgess, like a mage's silence spell, making him quiet for a moment.

Ah... the teacher is still in a bad mood. I really want to go back to the kitchen and add half a can of sugar to the pot of black tea in my hand.