Wizards of the North

Bran took Dany and stood upright at the door of the warehouse, looking inside. Most of the items that can be put here are not worth the loss of repair, and it is a pity to discard them. For Bran, this is a huge treasure house. According to his current thinking, "Eating free food requires the consciousness of eating free food, and you can't be too picky."

Looking at Bran with shining eyes, Dany poured cold water on one side: "It's all rubbish, there is no way to make swords, and there is no shortage of blacksmiths in the North. If it could be used, others would have picked it away."

"How can you know it's useless if you don't try?"

"You should make a model. I will keep it for you. We can exchange a lot of money. If we have money, we will build a castle." Dany tempted.

Bran squinted and said with contempt: "You must have ideals, silly sister."

"Okay, you try!" Dany hugged her arms and looked down at Bran from a high level.

Of course, Bran knows that swords cannot be just shapes. As a man with dreams in his previous life, he has read a lot of information because of his love for cold weapons, although it is limited to paper talk.

Bran pointed at the two-handed sword closest to him with only half of its blade left, and Dany helped bring it. During this process, Bran has not forgotten to brag, "You know, Danny. For the sake of life and death with you and me, let me tell you that we have to look at this world from a micro perspective."

Dani rolled her eyes back.

Bran then pretended to be a great god: "I know you are stupid, uneducated, and don't know what the micro is. In fact, I don't know much."

"Cut..." Dany snorted coldly.

"I know that there is no shortage of blacksmiths in the North. Many people will make their own weapons before the coming-of-age ceremony. They all know about quenching and tempering. Many blacksmiths still regard the details of these methods as secrets." Bran said with a know-it-all expression. : "But what's the reason for this?"

Danni's curiosity was raised, and she answered, "What else can make the sword sharper and tougher."

"But why is it like this?" Bran Fang smiled.

"why?"

"I don't know either." Bran stretched out his hand.

"..."

"The time to witness the miracle has arrived." Bran laughed and put his hand on the sword, sensing the blade, he could feel the magic slowly seeping into the sword. But this is not enough, more subtle, not this fuzzy control. Bran thought, I know that quenching and tempering is to make metals form specific crystals, so I must at least feel this structure.

Bran closed his eyes and tried to immerse his whole body and mind in it, conforming to the magic power, using the magic power to perceive the more subtle existence, and then Bran felt his head bang, the whole person felt a trance, shaking, and the surrounding space became empty and boundless. , And his consciousness at this time has become an incomparably small point of origin. Bran suddenly felt a panic, and then his uncontrollable consciousness became chaotic...

And Danny next to him, seeing Bran and his inseparable cat, suddenly twitched his limbs and foamed at the mouth and fell to the ground.

It was late at night when Bran woke up, he was placed in his bedroom, and Dany was dozing off leaning against the bed. Bran sighed, and touched the sleeping flowers. When he thought about the microcosm, his ability responded to him, but the confusion caused by panic caused the magic to lose control instantly, and when the black cat Huahua next to him was resonating with the master in magical power, he also instantly followed tragedy……

Bran raised his hand and felt it carefully. He could feel the invisible hand of magic power, slowly protruding from his body, nothing changed at all.