Pirate Alliance

After visiting 4 or 5 bookstores in succession and collecting a large pile of books, Qiu Bai's strange and incomprehensible actions finally stopped.

Afterwards, they carried out the most important supplies...food and drinking water, but this kind of "bulk supplies" does not need Qiu Bai to fight by himself. After paying the money and specifying the location, the store will naturally send the things there .

And I don't know why, their actions are particularly aggressive, as if they are rushing for time... What is there to worry about, if you can't finish the delivery today, you can wait until tomorrow, right? Does selling vegetables still pay attention to the completion of today's affairs?

After wandering around for a day, it was gradually evening.

"Here, it should be here."

After completing the established tasks, Qiu Bai and Mo Nai did not directly regret it, they stopped in front of another store.

It might be inaccurate to say the store, there is not even a signboard here, and the door is closed tightly, because he is holding a lot of things, Qiu Bai looked at the note in his hand with his head, and compared it with it. After marking the address and the location here, he made sure that he came to the right place.

Coming here was just a temporary idea of ​​Qiu Bai. He heard that there was an excellent swordsmith living in this city on the way of shopping earlier, so he decided to come and pay a visit... Maybe he thought that at this time he should find a real swordsmith. It's my own sword.

Of course, it still needs to see if the swordsmith here is really a swordsmith.

But it doesn't look like it's open for business here?

Just as Qiu Bai wanted to stretch out his foot to "knock on the door", he did not expect a short and hoarse voice to reach his ears:

"Enter!"

The door was opened from the inside, Qiu Bai and Monet looked at each other, and entered this ordinary room.

Qiu Bai put down the things at hand, and the first thing that came into his eyes was the image of "swordsmith": short hair, round face, short stature, full face and thick limbs...

It doesn't quite fit the image of an oriental master, but... Don't judge this by appearance, after all, the dwarves have always been small blacksmiths in the legend.

There was a scorching aura in the whole room... I think there was a long-lasting flame burning in the sword furnace at the back.

Look at the layout of the store again... a large number of naked knives of different lengths are placed in a mess,

It is completely different from the neat arrangement of the weapon shop, and even Qiu Bai feels that he has nowhere to go.

Well, here is a workshop.

But I have to admit that sometimes the smell of iron is very fascinating.

After calling the two of them in, the man sat down and went to work, apparently repairing a knife.

Does that mean to let yourself see what you want? Craftsmen always have various temperaments, but the master is especially withdrawn... I don't know if this is Qiu Bai's illusion, but he doesn't know how to write the word polite.

His eyes wandered around the room, and soon one of the few completely finished and fully decorated knives caught his eye.

So he walked over and picked it up without saying a word... The delicate touch immediately made people feel that it was a famous weapon, and the fineness of the workmanship made people wonder if it was made by this "dwarf" hand.

Thinking of this, Qiu Bai couldn't help cast a curious look at the other party, but the latter seemed to have a keen sense, and immediately raised his head to meet Qiu Bai's gaze.

"Can I try the sword?" He asked immediately.

The other party looked him up and down, and then nodded.

Seeing that the other party had no objections, Qiu Bai pulled out the knife with a slight but continuous sound of friction.

The luster reflected on the knife body and the fascinating arc all illustrate Qiu Bai's previous judgment that this is a good knife... As for how good it is, it's hard to say yet.

"Goemon."

"ah?"

"Goemon, the name of this sword." The other party explained again.

"Goemon... a nostalgic name." Turning the blade, you can see the inscription on it, and it is indeed written with the words Goemon.

The swordsmith heard Qiu Bai's emotion and looked over again.

"It's nothing, it just so happens that a swordsman I like is also called Goemon."

While talking, Qiu Bai put the knife back into the scabbard, and then drew the knife to a straw mat standing in the middle of the room... Without any sense of blockage, the straw mat was easily cut in two.

"Hmph, cut some boring things again."

Well, after hearing this name, Qiu Bai just wanted to say such a line, and after achieving this boring purpose, he put the knife back.

"I heard that you are the best swordsmith in this country. If I want to order a suitable knife, I don't know how long it will take." Qiu Bai turned to face the swordsmith and said.

"Swordsmith? No, I'm just a swordsmith...follow me."

Personal ordering is a big job, the other party put down the work in hand, then turned around and left here through the back door.

Qiu Bai also followed directly behind the opponent.

Behind it is an empty yard, and a long table covered with felt extends almost from one end of the yard to the other.

The knifemaker walked to the table, and then untied the felt cloth on it, revealing the contents inside... more than a thousand knives of different lengths, widths, and arcs.

"This...won't you let me try them all?" Qiu Bai suddenly had the feeling of going to an optical shop to get glasses.

The swordsmith nodded, and then pointed to a wooden stake in the middle of the yard... It was 4 meters high and more than 1.5 meters in diameter.

"This... full strength?" Qiu Bai picked up the front knife, and was a little at a loss. Although the wood looks thick and long, it is not difficult for a swordsman to cut, right?

"Full strength." The swordsmith said, "This is Tianxingnan konjac, it can be chopped continuously."

Well, it seems that this thing is quite special, so Qiu Bai chopped it with peace of mind... "Doo!" Sure enough, the sound of cutting the stake was very special, and the blade stuck just a little bit in, which was not what Qiu Bai imagined. A clean-cut situation.

The knifesmith came up and took a look at the traces of the incision, and then said, "Change to No. 38."

And after Qiubai found number 38 and hacked it a few times, he said again: "Change to number 438."

Qiubai's initial feeling is that there is nothing wrong with it, the special thing is that he is wearing glasses, but it is still the most primitive way.

But this is also the reason why Qiu Bai came to this kind of place. Although he has the ability to construct, he is not a professional. Following the constant instruction of the swordsmith, the knife in Qiu Bai's hand gradually became heavier and more slender.

And after working until midnight, after constant adjustments, what Qiu Bai finally got in his hand didn't look like a war knife, but more like a ritual knife that could only be used for decoration - this thing has only one appearance at first glance. A thank you...too long.

If you really make a knife according to this shape, you might easily make a demon knife.

Qiu Bai kept trying to wave the bamboo pole-like thing in his hand, but he felt quite comfortable.

"How long does it take to make this thing?"

He was just asking casually, and at this moment, he no longer needed what the knifemaker was doing—simply speaking, if he knew the "degree", he could already make glasses by himself.

The knife maker glanced at the moonlight, and then said the longest sentence since Qiu Bai came here, "You can go back, whether you really need this knife is another matter, if you still need it tomorrow If you can come to my place... anyway, please come back tomorrow."

So Qiu Bai was kicked out in such a muddle-headed way, what does this mean? Sounds like there's still a possibility that tomorrow won't come?

But he really didn't plan to come over again.

"It's getting foggy……"

After coming to the street again, Qiu Bai realized that the fog had covered the city and the moonlight was also covered.

After nightfall in the Rommel Kingdom, there were only dim lights on the streets, but when they came out, no one could be seen except Qiu Bai.

I always feel that in this atmosphere, there will be some strange things haunting.