"A … A cleaver?" The dwarf waiter was stunned for a moment. Although he had only followed Master Rom for half a year, he had to receive many customers who came because of his reputation. He had heard many strange requests, but this was the first time he had heard of a kitchen knife.
"Yes." Meg nodded, and added, "It's the cleaver that chefs use to cut ingredients."
"Master Rôme said that he won't see any customers today, and he won't accept any orders. Please go back." The clerk shook his head. This human chef probably didn't understand the situation. Usually, the customers who came to the master were all experts. They came to make weapons, but this human chef asked for a cleaver.
"Please let him know," Meg insisted.
The clerk looked at Meg's determined eyes, thought for a while, and nodded. "Okay, I'll let him know for you, but don't expect too much."
"Thank you." Meg nodded.
The clerk turned and went in. The inside of the weapon shop looked much more spacious than the outside, but there was no light. There were only two dim wall lamps, which made the interior look a little dim.
A young blacksmith in his teens was standing in front of the stove, waving the heavy hammer in his hand, and hammering the red iron into a flat shape.
A white-haired dwarf old man was sitting on an iron stool in front of the stove. The pipe in his mouth had burned out, and his eyes were staring at the dancing sparks in the stove.
"Master Luo Mu." The shop assistant went forward and called out cautiously.
The old man was stunned for a while before he looked up. His red nose was flat, and he frowned. He said impatiently, "What's the matter? Haven't those annoying guys left yet? "
"No, they've already left. But there's a chef outside who says he's from Chaos City. He wants you to make a cleaver for him, so he asked me to let you know," the clerk said hurriedly. He stole a glance at the master's expression, and felt that he was going to be implicated by that guy at the door.
"A cleaver?" Master Rôme was obviously stunned for a moment. He seemed to have thought of something and raised his voice, "You mean, there's a guy outside who wants me to make a kitchen knife for him?"
Cold sweat began to form on the young man's forehead. He suddenly regretted his decision to ask for a kitchen knife for that guy. He might lose the opportunity to continue working in Master Rôme's workshop. However, Master Rôme stared at him, so he had no choice but to nod.
"Hmph! I started learning how to forge at the age of five, and stopped making kitchen knives and hoes at the age of eight. In these four hundred years, I can't even count the number of weapons I've made, and all of them are called divine weapons. Now, someone actually wants me to make a kitchen knife? Do you think I'm dying?! " Master Rom kicked over a metal rack at the side, and the metal rack that was filled with unfinished weapons fell to the ground with a loud thud.
The blacksmith apprentice slowly put down the hammer in his hand and looked worriedly at the shop assistant.
The shop assistant panicked and said in a trembling voice, "I … I'll go get him to leave now."
"No need! Get out of here, all of you! "Master Rôme shouted angrily.
"Yes." The shop assistant and apprentice answered. They didn't dare to clean up the mess on the ground and hurried towards the door.
Meg, who was standing at the door, could clearly hear the commotion inside through the half-closed door. He felt a little guilty when he saw the two shop assistants hurrying out and closing the door.
"You can go now. Master Rôme won't see you." The shop assistant looked at Meg with a complicated expression, then left with the other shop assistant with a depressed expression. The two of them looked a little lonely.
"Father, why are they unhappy?" Amy asked, puzzled.
"They were scolded by their master because of father, so they might lose their jobs." Meg looked at the two's backs and felt that he should find an opportunity to make it up to them.
When the two disappeared at the end of the street, Meg withdrew his gaze and looked at the old workshop.
"System, do I really have to find Master Rôme to forge this kitchen knife? Is it possible to change it to an advanced blacksmith? "Meg asked in his mind.
"Master Rôme is the number one blacksmith in the world. His forging skills are unparalleled. Only a kitchen knife forged by him can achieve the effect of cutting through anything. It is also a good kitchen knife that will accompany the host for a lifetime. Therefore, the host must ask Master Rôme to forge a kitchen knife for you in order to complete the mission. "The system replied.
"System, this mission is unreasonable. He looks down on the forging of a kitchen knife. This is an impossible mission." Meg objected.
"On the road to becoming the God of Cookery, you will encounter all kinds of troubles. I hope the host can take the initiative to overcome them. Good luck!" The system said encouragingly and then disappeared.
"F * ck." Mag rolled his eyes. He fell into deep thought as he stared at the tightly shut door.
In the blacksmith shop, Rôme looked at the mess on the ground and sighed deeply. He lay back in the chair and looked at the fire in a daze.
He had never left this workshop in his life. At the age of five, he learned forging from his father. At the age of six, he was able to forge the best kitchen knife and hoe in Issen Castle. At the age of eight, he began to forge weapons. From then on, he was unstoppable.
The Tian Du sword was forged for a knight who came from afar when he was twenty years old.
It took him an entire year to forge the sword.
As for the young knight, he held that sword and roamed the Humans' northern territory with disdain. He established great meritorious deeds and killed many powerhouses. He also attracted the attention of the world and became a famous smithing master.
In the following hundreds of years, weapons were forged from his hands and became the killing weapons in the hands of many powerhouses.
His reputation became more and more famous. 10th-tier powerhouses lined up to ask him to forge weapons. The nobles of various races lowered their noble heads and begged him to forge a weapon.
Even during the years of racial chaos, he still didn't leave his workshop. He immersed himself in forging, and gave those powerhouses one powerful weapon after another. He made a name for himself on the Norland Continent, and also became the number one blacksmith.
He did not know what he wanted, but he enjoyed the feeling of being immersed in forging. He was even more obsessed with the feeling of accomplishment when he saw the divine weapons being forged.
But two years ago, when he woke up one morning, he suddenly could not remember what he had done yesterday. He even forgot how many times he had hammered the sword, and how many processes he had gone through.
It was unquestionably fatal for a blacksmith.
He could no longer complete the forging of a weapon alone, but he was not willing to expose this to anyone.
So, he started to become irritable. He chased away his most familiar disciple, stopped accepting new orders, and did not hand in a weapon for two years.
His 400-year-old life seemed to be coming to an end.
Rôme knew this, but he was unwilling to admit it.
He was willing to collapse on his forging table one day. He did not want to die in a daze like this.
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