The sun shines mottled round shadows on the ground through dense layers of leaves on the branches. The south wind in late summer and early autumn brings the fragrance of the jungle soil and the breath of maturity and harvest.

Some waterfall in the upper reaches of the Gautejia River, with wet mist spreading around, and the ruthless river water rushing down, waves appearing, making rhythmic rustling sounds, like a piece of music, pleasant to the ears.

Under the waterfall, Mei Ya, who was holding a sword in her hands, stood quietly in the river water that was scattering across her thighs, raised her bald head and looked at the flowing water rushing down like a pillar of the sky.

Closi waved his hand and reminded loudly, "Are you ready? You're coming!"

The little Amy on the side couldn't help but cover her eyes. The so-called secret that the bald brother and Clossi made to pass the time really scared the little girl.

"oh."

Seeing Maia making a ready gesture, Clossi pulled out the thin sword from his waist and gently cut off a rope tied to a tree beside him.

As the sound of something breaking came from above the river, dozens of giant trees were roaring down the river, and the impact of gravity and the acceleration of the torrent, the sound was terrifying that the giant trees hit Maiya directly under the waterfall!

With an angry shout, Mai Yawu moved the long sword in her hand and met the huge trees pouring down like a rushing tiger...

Scratching and scratching, a blue dog-tail grass kept harassing Maiya, who was lying on his back in the river. He threw away the broken sword and the violently undulating Mr. Storm glanced at the harassed guy in anger and muttered: "I almost finished playing! What kind of shit training method is this? You really like to do it!"

Clossi, who was squatting on the river bank, blinked his big eyes and held his face in one hand, and poked Maiya's face with the dog tail grass in the other hand, and said with a smile: "Don't you want to know why I am better than you? Can you understand what I have repeated every day after a little bit?"

“……”

The setting sun was holding the top of the mountain, and the amber glow came from the top of the mountain. Half of the sky to the west was burning with a blood-red sunset, and everything on the ground was covered in a blurred rose color.

Helen and a group of knights hunted a day in the nearby mountains and forests, and after returning to dinner, they rested early. In this world of entertainment scarcity, most people are used to resting at sunset, and even the nobles do not have much rich nightlife outside of creating humans.

There were not many people in the farmhouse yet. The old blacksmith was repairing the sword that had been broken during the day. Maiya sat honestly at the long table and allowed the little girl Amy to wrap the wound with gauze. Clossi, holding a glass of juice, shrank in the shadow of the corner like a ninja. He looked at the old man Gott who was thwarting the iron, and then looked at the little Amy who could also prepare the wound medicine. He didn't know what the hell was going on.

"It's true, I still like to do things randomly like before!" When Gao Te's hammer fell heavily, sparks flew everywhere when the hammer fell. "I picked it up last time and was the same. I always like to practice suicide!"

With thick eyebrows standing, Maiya stared at her eyes and wriggled her lips and was about to repeatedly argue that he was wronged and helpless today, and was the victim of the conspiracy of a tyrant liar lord. The liar lord who walked out of the shadow spoke first before him.

"Hey! Old man, why do you want to live in seclusion in such a deep mountain and be a swordsman alone?"

"It's not alone, my daughter is here too." Staring at the sword body, Gao Te's movement paused slightly, and the hammer began to rise and fall again. The old man replied indifferently: "The best ore can be collected in the nearby mountains. It is said that there were gods in this land before, and there were rumors that there were divine beasts in a forest some south. Living here would probably get some inspiration!"

Amy stretched out her little head from behind Maia, and her big brown eyes blinked and curious expressions, which was obviously the first time she heard of these.

‘Wow~~~’ The red iron sword around him was immersed in the sink and the mist rose. Gao Te narrowed his eyes and held the handle with one hand and gently slid against the re-unified sword body, checking slowly.

God? Divine beast? Who are you fooling with such nonsense! He curled his lips without complaint, and Clossi asked again: "Old man, why do you want to be a swordsman?"

"My family has been a sword-casting master since my great-great-great-great-grandfather." As he said, the old man put the iron sword back into the fire again. Amy swung two small braids and brought the twisted towel forward.

Putting the wooden cup on the table, Clossi walked to the wall and took off a long sword with a very extraordinary appearance, held down Ji Kuo and pulled out a three-inch blade, with a bit of cold light and praised: "Good sword! It's just an old man... do you like to make swords?"

"I don't know." Gauter replied naturally.

Blinking her big brown eyes, Amy pointed at herself with a hammer in one hand and said with a smile: "I like it~~I like it, it's very interesting."

He rubbed Amy's little head as if he was coaxing his own pet, and the little girl showed a comfortable and enjoyable expression as if a cat was being used. Clossi looked up at the stove, pulling Shaohong's iron sword out of the stove, and continued to beat him seriously. He raised his thin eyebrows, smacked his lips, and repeated: "Don't know?"

"I learned to hold a hammer when I can't walk..." The 'Ding' hammer hit the sword, and the bright sparks spread out. The flipped sword body and the hammer hit it hard again. Gao Te narrowed his eyes, and under the harsh fire, his wrinkled face was as hard as a knife and axe. "Before I had the ability to tell whether I like or hate it, I was used to dancing the hammer to hit the iron block. After that... when I was thinking about being more diligent than I am now and creating better weapons... I had already reached this age without realizing it."

Gauter just narrated casually in a plain tone, but Clossi and Maia couldn't help but respect the old man. Some people might feel Gauter sad, but as warriors, they can understand the persistence of climbing with all their hearts and minds, and this persistence alone is worthy of admiration.

"After I was born, I was just like this. I don't know why living people are alive, and I don't know why I want to cast swords..."

The long sword was hung back on the wall, and Clossi sat back to the table, listening quietly to the old man's self-narration.

"By the way! I also like to make swords when I have to say it. Just like the moon in the water, it shines but is a little blurry, and it cannot be said to have a specific goal."

"Huh?" Several people in the room looked up at Gott.

"The best weapon should be held in the hands of the bravest warriors. Whenever I think of them fighting with my opponent with the weapons I forged, it will make me feel that my life boils in an instant. Unfortunately..." The hammer threw the hammer aside, and the old man lowered his eyes and said sadly: "It's a pity that most of the people I see are soft eggs who only pretend to bully the weak. Each weapon has its own life. I don't want my children to be defiled. They should shine glory in the hands of the bravest warriors instead of becoming accomplices of bullying the weak." He looked at Amy lovingly, and Gao Te sighed: "It's a pity that many times it's not that I don't want to do it, so I moved with my daughter to this place where no one knows. Every day, you can cast swords according to your mood, and you won't be harassed."

He picked up the wooden cup and drank the juice in one sip. Finally, he made a very indecent sucking sound. Closie smacked her lips and pointed at Gote and showed a smile of 'I am very satisfied'. "Haha..." Closie grinned at Maiya on the side and said, "This old man is as smelly as your temper. I want him." After saying that, Maiya, who blew up his blood vessels and held the wine glass into wood chips, came to Gote, stretched out his hand wearing a ring, raised his chin and said for granted: "Hey! Stinky old man, I like you very much. Come and be my subordinate. How about being a blacksmith at my house to make swords for us specifically!"

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The voltage was unstable, and I jumped the gate several times in the middle, and I wrote so many... Cover my face.
Chapter completed!