Finally, they arrived at Van der Sie Town.
Seeing that there were only a few families in the town, the only tavern was so small that it was not even as small as Young Master Leon's bedroom, the William family's young master had a bitter expression on his face. He thought that he would be able to have a good time when he arrived at the town. In the end, there was no place for him to spend money in this kind of place where birds didn't shit. In a tavern like this, you can buy a large glass of bitter ale for a dollar. If you want something more expensive, you really don't have it. When he got off the car, Leon was already considering whether he should find a decent woman and talk about a clear love to pass the time.
Lucy accompanied Leon to the tavern for the time being, while Allen personally found Baventer's iron shop. Early in the morning, the chimney on the house kept emitting smoke. Anyone familiar with Baventer knew that this blacksmith had been acting strangely recently. Not only did he push away all his work, he even got up early every day to work for the first time. This was simply unimaginable in the past.
The door of the iron shop was ajar. Allen raised his hand and gently buckled it, calling out the blacksmith's name. An old man's voice sounded from inside, "The door is not locked. Won't you roll in yourself?"
Allen pushed the door open and entered.
The room was like a furnace, boiling with hot air.
Baventer was bare-chested, wearing a pair of loose trousers and standing barefoot. With his back to Allen, he continuously raised his hammer beside the stove. On the pitch-black hammer, the hammer's head was completely red, and the hammer's body was emitting green smoke. It was obvious that the temperature was extremely high. Baventer didn't seem to have noticed anything as he hammered down mechanically, but every movement was incomparably accurate.
Allen stood behind him, not daring to disturb him.
With another hammer strike, Baventer put down the hammer and reached into an iron basin beside him. The basin was filled with clear water. As soon as his hands entered, the clear water immediately turned black and red. After washing his hands, the old blacksmith turned around. He glanced at Allen and picked up a wine jug beside him to drink. He wiped off the wine stains on his beard and said, "Horn's grandson?"
Allen nodded.
Baventer waved his hand and signaled him to walk over. Allen walked to the side of the stove without saying a word. He saw that the tools here were simple and crude. There was an anvil next to the stove with a saber embryo lying on it. The blade embryo's entire body was fiery red, and the edge of the blade that had yet to be sharpened was even more red and translucent. After standing for a few seconds, Allen's forehead was already covered in sweat. He turned around and said, "Is this Qianjun?"
"What else?" Baventer narrowed his eyes and looked at the saber embryo on the anvil. "I fused Qianjun's broken blade, the corner of the fragment sent by Lord Horn, and the Heart of the Fire God into a furnace." After creating this saber embryo, there would be no more Qianjun. Originally, I was going to inform Master Horn to come over, but you came on your own. Very good. He only needed today to be able to finish it. But from now on, you have to complete the final steps yourself. "
Allen didn't ask why. He nodded and said, "What should I do?"
Seeing that he was straightforward, Baventer's gaze became a little colder. He stepped forward, holding the hammer in one hand and using iron pliers to fix the saber embryo in the other. Then, he raised the hammer and smashed it down. Time and time again, Tie Feng struck the saber embryo, causing sparks to fly everywhere. From time to time, flames would spew out from the saber. No wonder the heat in this room was astonishing. Baventer hammered ten times and put down the hammer to look at Allen, "How is it?"
Allen exhaled, "I'll try."
The blacksmith retreated and Allen stood in his place. He reached out to grab Tie Feng. As soon as his palm touched the handle, he felt that the hammer was shockingly hot. He clenched his fist tightly, and the place where his hand clenched was uneven. When he raised the hammer, he felt that its weight was even more astonishing. Allen was slightly surprised.
Baventer picked up the wine jug and said, "This thing is the same material as Qianjun."
Only then did Allen feel relieved. Then, he raised his hammer and began to beat it. After knocking a few times, his palm ached, and a wisp of blood seeped out from between his fingers. It flowed down the body of the hammer and quickly evaporated. However, Allen's current perception was extremely sharp. He immediately noticed that a wisp of pure aura remained in his blood and was pressed into the saber embryo along with the hammering action. As soon as the blood energy entered the saber embryo, it immediately drew out a flame, and an indescribable feeling appeared between Allen and the saber embryo.
He paused, and Baventer did not explain this time. Allen did not ask. He did not stop moving and repeated this mechanical and boring action.
This knock lasted for a full three hours.
For the first hour, Baventer was drinking by the side.
In the second hour, Baventer dozed off beside him.
In the third hour, the old blacksmith did not even blink as he watched Allen swing his hammer.
At the end of the three hours, he called a halt. Allen put down the hammer, his palm bleeding from the iron lump on the handle of the hammer. At this time, the blacksmith brought a basin of water and said, "Wash it and continue in the afternoon."
Allen washed his hands and asked, "How many more days?"
"At least three days."
"Then I'll find a hotel to stay in."
Baventer shook his head and said, "There's only one hotel in town. The price is too dark. Let's stay at my house."
Allen smiled sincerely, "That's even better."
So the three of them stayed in Baventer's house that day. Allen and Baventer were busy in the iron shop. One hammer knife, the other pointing from time to time. Lucy, on the other hand, took on the responsibility of looking after the daily life of these men, young and old. It was rare to have a young girl in the house. Lucy kept the blacksmith's room clean, and cooked the food herself. She was also very busy. Only Leon was an idle person. This young master was extremely romantic. That night, he had already made an appointment with the mayor's granddaughter to stay in the tavern and forget to return.
In the next few days, Allen swung the hammer and swung the hammer. It could be said to be extremely boring. On the second day, Leon vowed to help Allen, but in the afternoon, he had already disappeared. Allen took out a rare concentration and patience at his age, waving his hammer and smashing it hundreds of times without getting impatient. Just like this, on the afternoon of the third day, the saber embryo on the anvil was no longer as bright red as it had been when it first saw it. The red light on the saber had been restrained quite a bit. With each swing of the hammer, when pure blood energy was continuously injected into the saber embryo, the connection between Allen and it became stronger and stronger.
He could feel the active fire Origin Energy in the saber embryo, and this Origin Energy gradually resonated with it. When he remembered that he had been schemed against by the Federation, the saber embryo's color was scarlet red, and the Origin Energy in the saber surged and roared. When he thought of Lucy and Catherine, his heart was at peace. The color of the saber was as warm as jade, and the Origin Energy within it flowed slowly like a stream. At dusk, Allen hammered down and recalled the determination in his mother's eyes when she parted. The saber embryo's entire body lit up and spat out scarlet flames. Immediately, hot smoke billowed in the iron shop. When the smoke dissipated, the blade was no longer red. It was a deep scarlet color, and there were faint flames that lingered like clouds.
Baventer's eyes lit up and he clapped his hands, "Done. There's only the last process left tomorrow."
Allen put down the hammer and reached into the basin to wash away the blood stains on his palm. Looking at the long saber that was only a thread away from completion, he felt as if it was connected to flesh and blood. The long saber also responded, and a red light flashed in the depths of the saber like a swimming dragon.
At this moment, a loud noise came from outside the door.
Baventer frowned and pushed the door out. Coincidentally, a few young people ran past in a panic and were grabbed by the blacksmith. He asked, "What are you doing in a panic?"
Seeing that it was the blacksmith, the young man shouted, "Let's go, Master Baventer. The town is going to suffer. It's the Iron Wolf's men."
"Iron Wolf? Aren't they in Grizzly Bear Town more than a hundred kilometers away? Why are they here? "
"Who knows? Right now, the mayor is planning to negotiate with them with the guards, but there are only a dozen of us in the guards. There are fifty to sixty of them, and they are all armed! " The young man broke free from the blacksmith's hand and said, "I have to go home and take a look. Otherwise, I can only take my family to the mountains to hide. Sigh."
The blacksmith narrowed his eyes and turned to go back to the room to get the hammer. As soon as his hand touched the hammer, Allen gently pressed down on the back of his hand and said indifferently, "I'll go take a look."
The tavern was in a mess.
Leon was still leaning back in his chair, and a pretty young woman was sitting on his lap. Hearing the noise outside, the girl was restless. Leon shook the inferior wine in his glass and said, "Don't panic, it's just a small armed group. When I was on the surface a few years ago, I didn't stop these bandits' nests. My dear Juliet, you wait here, I'll go … "
Suddenly, a figure passed by at the corner of his eyes. Leon looked over and happened to see Allen blinking at him. The eldest young master shrugged, "Alright, this limelight won't work."
The girl named Juliet looked at him doubtfully.
Leon looked at Allen's departing back and said angrily, "Did you see that guy? That's right. That's my brother. Although he looks young, that guy is much stronger than me. Damn it, this unbelievably lucky brat. I accidentally leveled up to Level 25. I worked so hard to level up two … "
Young Master Leon let out a long sigh. He could only focus on the simple girl with a fresh temperament on his legs. After getting used to eating big meals, it would be good to occasionally change to a light taste. Leon looked at the girl and thought with a smile.
On this day, the people in the town were in a mess. The Iron Wolf bandits came with ill intentions. The men were ready to fight to the death, while the women and children were hiding in their homes. Then they saw one of the young men who had come to the blacksmith's house a few days ago quietly walk out of the village. No one could guess his intentions. Then the roar of machine guns and explosions sounded from outside the town, but these sounds soon disappeared. A moment later, the young man returned. There was nothing unusual, but when he passed by, the snow on the road quietly melted.
From outside the town to the blacksmith's house, the young man stepped on a smooth path in the snow.
Until night fell, no one from the Iron Wolf appeared. Not long after, the mayor and the guards returned. Everyone had strange expressions on their faces. After a while, a young man who couldn't help but be tortured by curiosity finally dared to take a look outside the town and was immediately speechless. The snow in the open space outside the town had melted away, and there were more than a dozen charred corpses lying on the exposed ground, as well as the wreckage of some motorcycles.
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