The Divine Hunter

The early morning wind came from the shores of Lake Vizima, and it brushed the witcher's pale cheeks with a touch of coldness and dampness.

Roy and Reso were leaning against the gate of the blacksmith shop, enjoying the baked fish cakes for breakfast comfortably. The inner city river flowed quietly on their left side, and the early-rising pedestrians on the spacious and tidy street in front of them hurried to the market. Orientation to start the day of purchasing.

The door of the blacksmith shop behind the two was half closed, and no sound could be heard quietly.

Last night, Belengar and Leto fell into a hangover after having a drink, but after sleeping for less than three hours, he got up early in the morning and took two witchers to rent this blacksmith along the river. shop.

Berengar, full of alcohol, began to strike, emphasizing the need for a quiet casting environment, and threw the two prepared assistants out of the blacksmith shop.

"Is this guy reliable?"

Roy would occasionally feel pain at the huge expense.

"Okay, kid!" Leto said angrily, "Berengar is not an ordinary blacksmith on the bad street. With his master-level forging ability, he can even have a place in the castles of some great nobles. He is willing to Helping two witchers to build weapons is already a big favor. As for the high price and the love of drinking, it is not a problem. Who is a first-class person who has no quirks? You should show him the corresponding respect. "

"Have you said that the master forging is so powerful?" After seeing the dwarves of per capita blacksmiths, Roy had some wrong perceptions.

"What do you think?" Lesso explained, "In some fields, you can't achieve success just by accumulating sweat and experience, but also need talent. Talented blacksmiths, in the forging process, pay attention to certain details. Control has superhuman intuition. It is also easier to forge a good weapon, which is partly due to the hard work of a blacksmith who is not very talented."

"Lesso, it seems that you are an untalented blacksmith. You haven't become a master blacksmith in over 80 years."

"Okay, no kidding. Since Master Belengar can rely on the nobles to live a good life, why should he live in poverty?"

"Because he used to be a witcher..." Leto raised his head, the warm yellow sun rising from the horizon, "Even if he doesn't want to admit it, there is more or less wandering in his nature."

"It's also possible that the nobles don't want to see him."

Roy thought for a while, and concluded with a more artistic sentence, "Wandering is the romance of the witcher... Well, I'll have to let Dandelion write this sentence into poetry in the future."

"Fighting with water ghosts is a witcher's romance." Leto said quietly behind him, "Remember to add this sentence."

There was a sudden sound of "Zizi" from the half-closed door, and Roy couldn't help poking his head into the crack of the door to look secretly. In his imagination, under the strong fire of the furnace in the blacksmith's shop, there should be a man with sweat flashing gold. The muscular man is swinging his hammer hard.

Unfortunately not.

Belengar was standing in front of the square table bent over, holding something on the table with his arms, and gently drawn two beautiful straight lines from top to bottom like plucking the water of a lake, and he could faintly see the clothes he lifted up. The sleeves were stained with a little sticky gray dirt, and there was a small shovel covered with mud on his right hand.

"What is he doing?" Roy wondered, "How did the master blacksmith work as a mason?"

"Being able to say this shows that you are a complete layman..." Leto's glossy bald head emerged from Roy's hair, "You think you only need to keep beating to make a good weapon? Rengar is making molds for weapons."

"Mold?" Roy's eyebrows huddled together. He really didn't know much about forging, but he was even better at killing monsters, alchemists, and taming beasts.

"This kind of mold is used to shape the weapon. Whether the weapon is a sword, a dagger, or a gun is determined by the mold. After the special clay is kneaded into the mold, it needs to be dried in a nearby kiln."

Roy suddenly,

This is probably somewhat similar to firing pottery.

"The mold is fired, and the next step is to put the sword-casting materials in a crucible in proportion to smelt and remove impurities, and then pour it into the mold. After cooling down, the most primitive sword embryo will be formed."

"The blade surface of the Snake School double sword is engraved with patterns and grooves for infusion. It also requires the exquisite craftsmanship of the blacksmith to first carve the corresponding lines at the bottom of the mold."

"The steel sword cast in the mold is only an embryo with a rough surface. After it is taken out from the mold, it needs to be further scraped and polished to make the surface smoother."

"Put on accessories like turquoise, glass, sword grids, hilts."

"Finally, the formed snake-style steel sword also needs to be sharpened and sharpened with a grindstone and water."

In this way, the blacksmith Neberengar devoted himself to shaping the mold, he did it slowly and carefully, as he said before, it was a long process.

Outside the blacksmith's shop, Lesso combined the movements and rhythms of Belengar in the shop, and personally demonstrated, teaching the basic knowledge of young ironworkers, occasionally interrogating the content of the "Biology", and acting as a bodyguard by the way.

A pale yellow flame the size of a petal bounced back and forth flexibly between the boy's five fingers* like magic, but in fact the temperature was not high, not even comparable to the magic tricks of a warlock, so it was used to light a pipe.

This is the magic training method that Roy figured out after awakening the blood of the ancients. It only takes five magic points to last for a quarter of an hour. The training effect is better than simply releasing the magic seal constantly. The witcher's sigil can reach level 2.

Consume outside the blacksmith during the day.

At night, Roy entered the vast wilderness of Vizima alone, honing his swordsmanship, crossbow shooting, seal, and familiarity with flickering skills. Strive to connect several abilities in series to form a stable combat system.

By the way, using the traps and field knowledge taught by Serrit, hunting, you can also gain ten points of experience a day.

After the training, he communicated with the mount "Golfin" far away in Sintra through telepathy, and took care of the little guy's daily life. The little griffin is half a year old and has the IQ of a four or five-year-old human child. It can express joy, anger, hunger, anxiety and other emotions to its owner.

Its size has become larger, and it is equivalent to an adult pony. Continuing in the cage will undoubtedly affect its growth and development.

"In a few days, find a hidden place outside Vizima to summon Golphin." Roy stared at the night sky and fell into meditation.

"It's best to find a way to disguise it, otherwise it will be too inconvenient to carry around."

Full days always pass quickly, and a week goes by in the blink of an eye.

During this period, Belengar showed his amazing professionalism. After a meal every morning, he went into the blacksmith shop to forge completely without eating or drinking. He didn't put down his work until late at night, even sleeping in the blacksmith He has to control the changes of casting materials all the time.

In just one week, his hair became greasy and rancid, his chin grew a stubble stubble, his eyes were bloodshot, but his spirit was extremely excited-the sword embryos of the snake-style steel sword and silver sword had already taken shape, and there were still some decorations to be done. Sharpen the edge.

"Master casting masters are so crazy?" Roy can't help but admire this drunkard now. According to his crazy work intensity, if it were an ordinary person, even if he forged a sword, he would not be able to escape a serious illness in the end.

"A figure who becomes a master in a certain field must be paranoid and morbid," Reso said sincerely. Both of them thought that time would come to the end smoothly, and there would be no more complications.

But trouble finally found its way.

On the eighth day, a man with disheveled hair came to the blacksmith shop humming a strange ditty.

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