Meg listened to Irina's advice and began to seriously think about how to develop Amy into a female knight.
This was a very challenging task.
Amy was not a blank piece of paper. She was not even five years old, but she was already a level-seven magician with both ice and fire elements, and was also a close combat magician.
Crassus's close combat magic relied on powerful magic, which could suddenly explode in a very short distance to produce terrifying power. For example, a headshot with a magician's staff, which scored full marks for the aesthetics of violence and had a great deterrent effect.
However, in the eyes of a master swordsman like Meg, it was like a farmer's trick. When he raised his staff, his sword could already find countless flaws.
With Crassus's strength, he needed to consider whether his opponent would be able to withstand this blow.
However, Amy was still growing, and this problem would cause her to be at a disadvantage when she encountered a strong opponent or a high-level opponent.
Of course, transforming magic into a close combat attack was a very great invention, and Amy had learned it very well.
Meg did not want to completely deny Amy's ability. Instead, he wanted her to learn a more complete knight's attack method based on her current close combat magic ability. She could make use of the powerful burst of close combat magic to make her attacks more threatening.
To be specific, he wanted her to be a magician with superb swordsmanship.
This should be an unprecedented configuration, and just thinking about it made Meg excited.
"If there's a chance, I still have to talk to Master Crassus. I must have a deeper understanding of close combat magic to find a more suitable training method for Amy." Meg touched his chin.
...
At noon, Rôme came early again.
During this time, Rôme had started to forget things again. Although it was not to the extent that it affected his daily life, the feeling of his efficiency of thinking decreased still made him feel uncomfortable.
The delicious taste of the steamed fish head with diced hot red peppers was unforgettable, but what really concerned Rôme was its special effect of clearing one's mind.
He didn't have much time left, so he needed a clear mind so that he could forge a true divine weapon that surpassed all the previous weapons in this final period of time.
He had spent his entire life on the forging table, and his ideal home was also on the forging table.
"Young Master Cyril, that's Master Rôme over there. He's the best blacksmith on the Norland Continent. If we can hire him as our master blacksmith, even if it's just in name, we'll definitely become the best blacksmith shop on the Norland Continent. We won't have to worry about orders anymore." A man with a protruding mouth and monkey-like cheeks pointed at Rôme in a horse-drawn carriage.
"Then it's him. No matter what price I have to pay, I want him to join our smithy." Cyril narrowed his eyes at Rôme and sneered, "This time, I'll make Gloria taste defeat and take back everything she took from me!"
"You should be mentally prepared for a master of this level." The man beside him reminded him.
"How much will it cost?" Cyril frowned. Recently, he had failed to compete with Gloria. His status in the family had been declining, and the money he could control was getting more and more limited.
"Probably …" That man thought seriously for a while, and said with certainty, "1,000,000 copper coins."
"1,000,000 copper coins?" Cyril frowned. That was his usual monthly allowance, but recently, he had stuffed a lot of money into the blacksmith shop's account to make it look better. If he wanted to take out another 1,000,000 copper coins, he would have to borrow some from his friends.
"Young Master, this is a real master. The kind that's extremely famous. This investment is definitely worth it," that man encouraged.
"Alright, then let's go meet this master." Cyril nodded. He lifted the curtain and got out of the horse-drawn carriage. He tidied his clothes, and walked towards Rôme in the queue.
"Hello, I'm Cyril." Cyril came to Rôme's side, and looked at him with his chin slightly raised.
Rôme glanced at him, and nodded slightly. It seemed that those people who were here to ask for weapons had followed him to Chaos City.
"That's your reaction when you hear my name?" Cyril frowned. He didn't expect this old man to be so tactless.
"This is Young Master Cyril from Family Moreton," the man behind him quickly introduced.
"Mm-hmm." Rôme nodded politely again, and then turned to look in the direction of the restaurant's entrance. Among the people who had asked him to forge weapons over the years, there was no lack of princes and ministers from various clans. He couldn't remember the young masters of certain clans.
The people around the queue looked over. Many of them recognized Cyril, and knew that he was the young master of Family Moreton.
Some of them also recognized Rôme. Although this legendary blacksmith didn't show his face much, he was obviously more famous than Cyril, who was just a rich second-generation rich kid.
Everyone was curious as to why Cyril would look for Master Rôme. He wasn't someone who brandished knives and spears, and didn't look like he was going to ask Master Rôme to forge weapons for him.
Cyril couldn't quite keep his composure. He was one of the most important figures in Chaos City, yet he was being ignored by a dwarven blacksmith in front of so many people.
"Young Master, bear with it for a while. The blacksmith shop's performance is more important." That man quickly tugged at Cyril's sleeve, and reminded him softly. He was afraid that Cyril would be impulsive and mess things up.
Cyril thought of his three-month agreement with Gloria, and took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. He looked at Rôme, and said as calmly as possible, "Master Rôme, right? I want to talk to you about a business deal. "
Rôme looked up at Cyril in surprise, and shook his head. "I don't do business."
"This is not a small business deal. As long as it works out, I guarantee you a comfortable life in Chaos City." Cyril stretched out a finger, and smilingly said, "A business deal of 1,000,000 copper coins!"
"1,000,000 copper coins?" And it's copper coins? "Rom frowned slightly as he sized up Cyril. Is this fellow here to pick a fight with me?
"1,000,000 copper coins to talk to Master Rôme about a business deal? Tsk … I don't know if I should say that the ignorant are fearless, or that I should praise him for being stupid. "
"I heard that the last demon ancestor who took a saber from Master Rôme paid about 10,000,000 dragon coins and a pile of top-grade forging materials."
"If this business deal works out, then this Young Master Cyril will become a god."
"Do you think he's the same as the master?"
Some of the customers in the line couldn't help but laugh when they heard that.
"You're scared of 1,000,000, right?" Cyril, on the other hand, was rather satisfied with Rom's reaction. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, but he was a little regretful in his heart. He should have mentioned 500,000 to test the waters. Perhaps he could have saved some money.
"I'm just an iron fool who knows how to forge." Rôme shook his head with a smile. "I can't afford to talk about 1,000,000 copper coins."
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