It was winter, and it was the most idle time. The people in the small town were also idle, so they quietly gathered in front of Baventer's dilapidated house. The blacksmith was famous in the town, but it was not to the point of being crowded. Moreover, in this season, business was even more desolate. Occasionally, he would help people repair farm tools or weapons. It was cold in winter, and the blacksmith shop would not open until noon.
There was still more than an hour before noon. Those who were familiar with Baventer knew that the old man was still sleeping soundly. At this moment, the people saw the butler walking up a few wooden steps, causing the wooden steps that were already not very firm to creak. Then he knocked on the door and cleared his throat. "Is Mr. Baventer here?"
He called three times in a row.
Suddenly, a window on the second floor opened. Baventer's craftsmanship was not bad, and he could do anything about ironware or carpentry. However, the window bolt had been loosened long ago, and the window that was shaking vigorously when the wind was strong did not see the old man repair it. Even the holes in the roof and the corners of the chimney were indifferent to the old blacksmith. It seemed that to him, it was fine to have tiles covering his head. This made even the most dissolute idler in the town sigh in admiration.
At this moment, the window shook twice. Fortunately, it did not fall down. Then, an old but explosive voice came from inside, "Which bastard is it? Why are you making so much noise so early in the morning? If you want to repair something, come back after noon!"
"This, Mr. Baventer, my master is …" The butler said awkwardly.
An old man with gray hair and a beard that was whiter than snow poked his head out from behind the window and shouted, "It's the same if the president comes! I … "
He suddenly saw the man standing behind the butler and swallowed the words in his stomach. The onlookers heard the dignified man nod and smile, "Mr. Baventer, how many years have we not seen each other?"
"You are … you are …" Baventer grabbed his white hair and suddenly shouted, "Are you Mr. Horn? Heavens, why are you here? "
Then, he abruptly retracted his head. Then, there was a burst of hurried footsteps in the room. Accompanied by the sound of objects falling, the door of the house suddenly opened. The old man in thin clothes ran out and carefully looked at Horn. After a long time, he sighed, "It's really you. Hey, why are you here? "
"I have something to ask of you." Horn smiled.
"That's definitely not a good job." Baventer muttered, but he still stood to the side and invited the two of them into the house. Then he shouted at the onlookers, "What are you looking at? Can't I have a few rich friends? Get lost, I'm not doing business today. "
The crowd hissed at the old man, then burst into laughter and dispersed. Baventer closed the door, isolating it from the cold outside. Behind the door was his smithy. There was a furnace that never went out, and the fire at the mouth of the furnace made the temperature in the room pleasant. An exhaust pipe was facing the top of the stove, and the exhaust fan in the pipe was working hard to expel the choking smoke from the stove out of the room. On the side, there were three to five blacksmithing tools and a few templates hanging on the wall. The atmosphere of life could be seen everywhere.
There was a lot of junk in the iron shop, and it was even difficult to find a place to stay. Baventer casually moved the junk to the side, cleared out an empty space, and pulled over his usual chair. "Mr. Horn, please sit down. My place is not like your Castle Ugarte. The place is narrow and there is only one chair. You can make do with it. "
The chair had been stained with rust and soot for many years, and one of its legs was still shaking. It looked very unstable. Horn didn't seem to know about this. He just sat down like this, not minding at all that the well-made expensive suit on his body was in close contact with the rust and soot. Baventer took out a bottle of wine from somewhere and took a sip before saying, "Then, what can I do for Mr. Horn?"
"Naturally, it's something that only Mr. Baventer can do. Otherwise, I wouldn't want to disturb you." Horn looked at Steward Helsing behind him. The steward nodded and left the room. A moment later, he came back with a long suitcase and placed it at Horn's feet. Horn opened it and divided it into two squares, one long and one square, with the flannels in the suitcase as the bottom. There was a broken saber lying in the long square. It was dark and covered with lumps of iron. It looked like a low-grade product, and it was even a semi-finished product. There was a box in the square, and a faint heat was constantly emitted from the box.
Baventer's gaze fell on the broken saber, and his eyes almost bulged out. After a long time, he said, "This is Qianjun? Why is it in your hands? Did something happen to Miss Melinda? "
A whirlwind suddenly swept up in the room, causing the torch in the furnace to swallow and spit out, and the debris around him to jump non-stop. Hai Xin was slightly surprised, but he did not expect that this old blacksmith's Origin Energy would not be low either. Horn said calmly, "Don't worry, General Melinda is fine." This Qianjun was given to my grandson, Allen. Not long ago, that child Allen encountered a strong enemy, causing Qianjun to be damaged, so he asked me to find someone to repair it. After I thought about it, you are probably the only one who is qualified to repair Qianjun, Mr. Baventer. "
Baventer heaved a sigh of relief when he heard that Melinda was safe and sound. He squatted down, reached out to touch Qianjun, and gently wiped the blade. As if immersed in some sort of memory, he sighed and said, "Back then, General Slin obtained the extremely rare meteorite iron essence and personally forged this heavy saber." I was just an assistant at the side. This blade was infused with General Meslin's emotions and willpower. How could I possibly repair it? Moreover, Qianjun was carved from that piece of Meteor Essence, and it was one from the blade to the handle. "Now that it has been broken, even if I have a way to fuse it again, it will lose its former charm. It will be even worse than ordinary swords. What's the use of continuing it?"
Horn smiled and gently opened the box in the square. When the box was opened, a strong aura of flames pounced on his face, causing the temperature of the iron shop to rise sharply. Baventer's pupils constricted at first, then he looked into the box. His gaze pierced through the dense flames that were constantly surging out like mist and landed on the Heart of the Fire God that was neither stone nor iron. He said in surprise, "This is …"
"This is the material provided by that child, Allen. It's called the Heart of the Fire God. This is a rare Origin Energy Crystal Stone. I've already measured it. It contains fire Origin Energy. Whether it was in quality or concentration, it was much higher than the Prison Flame Eye. If I use it to continue Qianjun, I think that after repairing it, Qianjun will not only not lose its charm, but will also be better than before. "
Baventer suddenly pointed at the Heart of the Fire God and flicked out an extremely pure thread of Origin Energy from his fingertip. After this thread of Origin Energy was injected into the Heart of the Fire God, a burning flame suddenly rose from the mouth of the box. The flames burned, and a faint rumbling sound rang out from the iron shop, like a volcanic eruption. Baventer's face was filled with surprise. He withdrew his Origin Energy and nodded, "This is indeed a rare material. Alright, I'll try my best. With such a material, repairing Qianjun shouldn't be a problem. But after that, Qianjun will no longer be Qianjun, and you have to promise me one thing. "
"What is it?"
"Let your child named Allen come here personally. He needs to do the final forging himself. Only in this way can he have feelings for the new saber and Qianjun be reborn." Baventer said with a serious expression.
Horn nodded cheerfully, "As soon as he comes back, I'll have him visit immediately."
"Remember, let him come alone, and don't drive any flying cars. I don't want to be questioned by those talkative fellows all day long. You know, they're very annoying. "
Horn laughed and nodded.
It was already afternoon when he left Van der Sie Town. Housekeeper Helsing was driving the car, and Horn and Anna were sitting in the back of the carriage. From beginning to end, Anna did not get out of the car. When she heard that Baventer was willing to take on the job of repairing the broken saber, Anna smiled and said, "Baventer will definitely accept it. Not to mention his deep relationship with General Slin, he doesn't want to see Qianjun lose anyway." Moreover, Baventer wholeheartedly wanted to surpass General Slin in saber forging skills, so how could he let go of this opportunity to challenge him? "
"That's what I think too." Horn looked at his secret warrior and whispered, "You should have met him."
Anna smiled bitterly and said, "But he may not be happy to see me."
Horn sighed softly. Anna's husband was Baventer's son, Lott. Their marriage had been strongly opposed by Baventer. Because he knew very well who Anna was and what kind of work she did. Baventer would have preferred his son to find an ordinary person, but Lott and Anna eventually got married. But not long after they got married, Lott was assassinated. That incident was a huge blow to Anna, and Baventer was even more unable to forgive her, believing that Lott's incident was because of her.
It was also because of Lott's death and the death of General Slin that Baventer left the floating island and found a remote town on the surface to live in seclusion. If it weren't for the fact that Horn had asked him for help this time, he wouldn't have mobilized his men to dig him out. Horn was also well aware of the matter between him and Anna, his old subordinate. If it wasn't for the fact that he had no choice, he wouldn't have wanted to touch the wounds in their hearts.
Hearing Anna's words, Horn said indifferently, "Do you think Baventer doesn't know you're in the car? With his personality, if he didn't want to see you, he would have kicked me away long ago. Why would he invite me in? Anna, it's been a long time since that happened. I don't think he hates you anymore. After all, it's not your fault. "
"But Lott is his only son, and not only did I take him away from Baventer, I also made him lose this son forever. He won't forgive me so easily."
"But he's also your husband!" Horn sighed and patted Anna, "There are some things that have to be let go. Lott has been dead for so many years, and you've blamed yourself enough. Anna, you have to learn to let this go … "
Anna nodded reluctantly and her expression suddenly changed. Horn also seemed to have sensed something and smiled faintly, "I really didn't expect that I would be discovered even though I was already careful."
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