Finally, they arrived at Van der Silver Town.
Seeing that there were only a few families in the town, and that the only tavern was not as small as Young Master Leon's bedroom, the William family's Young Master had a bitter expression on his face. He thought that he would be able to enjoy himself when he arrived at the small town. As a result, in this kind of place where birds don't shit, even if they want to spend money, they can't spend it. In a tavern like this, you can buy a large glass of bitter ale for a dollar. You really don't want anything more expensive. By the ti he got off the car, Leon was already considering whether he could find a woman who could be considered to be able to pass the ti by talking about a love affair between Yun Dan and Feng Qing.
Lucy accompanied Leon to the tavern for the ti being, while Alan personally found Baventer's iron shop. Early in the morning, the chimneys of the house were smoking non-stop. Everyone familiar with Baventer knew that this blacksmith had been acting strange lately. Not only did he push away all his work, he even got up early to work every day for the first ti. This was simply unimaginable in the past.
The door of the iron shop was open, and Alan raised his hand and gently clasped it, calling out the blacksmith's na. Inside, an old man's voice sounded, "The door is unlocked, won't you scram in?"
Alan pushed the door open and entered.
The room was like a tornado, boiling hot air.
Bavente stood barefoot with his upper body bare, wearing a pair of loose trousers. He turned his back to Ellen and kept hamring by the stove. On the pitch-black hamr, the hamr's head was completely red, and the hamr's body emitted even more green smoke. Clearly, the temperature was extrely high. Bavente felt as if he hadn't noticed anything. He hamred down chanically, but his movents were incomparably accurate.
Alan stood behind him without daring to disturb him.
With another hamr, Baventer put down the hamr and reached into an iron basin beside him. The basin was filled with clear water. As soon as his hands entered, the clear water instantly turned black and red. After washing his hands, the old blacksmith turned around. He glanced at Alan and took a sip from the wine jug beside him. He wiped the wine stains off his beard and said, "Horn's grandson?"
Alan nodded.
Bavente waved his hand and signaled for him to walk over. Alan walked to the stove without saying a word. The tools were simple and crude. There was an anvil beside the stove, and there was a saber embryo lying on it. The saber embryo's entire body was fiery red, and the edge of the saber that had yet to start was even redder. After standing there for a few seconds, Alan's forehead was covered in sweat. He turned around and said, "Is this Qianjun?"
"Otherwise?" Baventer narrowed his eyes and looked at the saber embryo on the anvil. "I will lt Qianjun's broken blade, the edges and corners of the fragnt that Lord Horn sent over, and the Heart of the Fire God in one furnace," he said. After producing this saber embryo, there would be no more Thousand Equals. Originally, I was going to tell Master Horn to co over, but you ca by yourself. Very good. We still need to be able to beat it up today. But from now on, the final step is up to you. "
Ellen did not ask why. He nodded and said, "What should we do?"
Baventer looked at him straightforwardly, his gaze lacking a bit of coldness. He stepped forward, holding the hamr in one hand and using iron pliers to fix the saber embryo in the other, and then smashed it down with the hamr in the other hand. Tie Feng struck the saber embryo again and again, causing sparks to splatter everywhere. He would occasionally spit out a fla from the saber. No wonder the heat in this room was astonishing. Baventer hamred ten tis and put down the hamr to look at Alan. "How was it?"
Alan exhaled, "I'll try."
The blacksmith retreated and Alan stood in his place. He reached out to grip the iron edge, and as soon as his palm touched the handle, he felt that the hamr was shockingly hot. He gripped it tightly again, his palms uneven. When he lifted the hamr, he felt even more shocking, and Alan was slightly surprised.
Baventer picked up the wine jug and said, "This thing is the sa material as Chiou."
Only then did Alan feel relieved, and then he raised his hamr to strike. After knocking on the hamr several tis, his palm ached, and a wisp of blood oozed out from between his fingers. He swiftly swam down the hamr and evaporated. However, Allen's perception was so keen that he imdiately noticed that a wisp of pure aura remained in his blood and pressed down into the saber embryo with the hamr strike. As soon as the blood energy entered the saber embryo, it imdiately drew out a fla, and an indescribable feeling appeared between Alan and the saber embryo.
He paused for a mont, but Baventer did not explain this ti. Ellen did not ask, and continued to repeat the chanical and boring movents.
This knock lasted for three hours.
In the first hour, Bavente was drinking from the side.
The next hour, Baventer fell asleep beside him.
In the third hour, the old blacksmith watched Alan swing his hamr without blinking an eye.
It took him three hours to stop. Allen put down the hamr, and a bloodstain appeared on his palm from the lump on the handle of the hamr. The blacksmith brought a basin of water and said, "Wash up. Continue in the afternoon."
Alan washed his hands clean and asked, "How many more days?"
"At least three days."
"Then I'll find a hotel to stay in."
"There's only one hotel in town," Bavinter shook his head. "It's too dark. Let's stay at my house."
Alan smiled sincerely, "That's better."
So the three of them stayed in Bavant's house the sa day, and Alan and Bavant worked in the iron shop. One was a hamr knife, and the other was pointing at him from ti to ti. Lucy, on the other hand, took care of these old and young n. There was a rare girl in the house. Lucy had cleaned up the blacksmith's room and was very busy cooking and cooking. Leon was the only one who was idle. The young master was so romantic that he had already invited the mayor's granddaughter to the tavern that night and forgot to return.
In the next few days, Aaron swung his hamr, and it was extrely boring. The next day, Leon swore that he would fight for Alan, but by the afternoon, he had already disappeared. Alan took out his rare concentration and patience, swinging his hamr a few hundred tis without getting impatient. On the afternoon of the third day, the saber embryo on the anvil was no longer as bright red as it had been before, and the red light on the saber had been restrained considerably. With each strike of the hamr, Allen's connection with the saber embryo grew stronger and stronger as pure blood energy was continuously injected into the saber embryo.
He could feel the fire origin energy within the saber embryo, and this origin energy gradually resonated with it. When he rembered that the Federation had set him up, the saber embryo was scarlet red, and the Origin Energy within the saber roared at him. When he thought of Lucy and Catherine, his heart was at peace. The color of the saber was as warm as jade, and the Origin Energy flowed slowly like a stream. At dusk, Alan struck with his hamr. He rembered the determination in his mother's eyes when she bid him farewell. The saber embryo lit up, spraying out scarlet flas. Imdiately, hot smoke billowed from the iron shop. When the smoke dissipated, the blade was no longer red. It was a deep crimson color, and there were faint flas that could not be wrapped around it like clouds of smoke.
Baventer's eyes lit up and he clapped his hands. "It's done. We're just missing the last step tomorrow."
Alan put down the hamr and reached into the basin to wash away the blood stains on his palm. Looking at the long saber that was only a thread away from completion, it gave off a flesh-and-blood feeling. The saber also echoed, and a red light flashed in the depths of the saber, like a wandering dragon.
At this mont, a loud noise ca from outside the door.
Baventer frowned and pushed the door open. Coincidentally, a few youths ran over in a panic. One of them was grabbed by the blacksmith and asked, "What are you doing in a panic?"
Seeing that it was the blacksmith, the young man shouted, "Hurry up and leave, Master Bawinter. The town is going to suffer. It's the Iron Wolf's n."
"Iron Wolf? They're not in Grizzly Bear Town, more than a hundred kiloters away. Why are they here?"
"Who knows? Right now, the mayor and the guards are planning to negotiate with them, but our guards only have a dozen or so people. They have fifty to sixty people, and they are all ard!" The young man broke free from the blacksmith's hand and said, "I have to go ho and take a look. If not, I can only take my family to the mountains to hide, alas."
The blacksmith rolled his eyes and went back to the house to get the blacksmith's hamr. Just as his hand touched the hamr, Alan gently pressed down on the back of his hand and said faintly, "I'll go take a look."
The tavern was in a ss.
Leon was still leaning back in his chair and sitting on his lap was a pretty young woman. Hearing the noise outside, the girl was restless. Leon shook the shoddy wine in his glass and said, "Don't panic, it's just a small ard group. When I was on the surface a few years ago, I took care of these bandits' nest. Dear Juliet, just wait here, I'll go "
Suddenly, a figure passed by at the corner of his eyes. Leon looked at it calmly and happened to see Alan blinking at him. The eldest young master shrugged his shoulders, "Alright, this lilight won't co out."
The girl nad Juliet looked at him with a puzzled expression.
'"Did you see that guy? That's right. That's my brother. Although he seems to be quite tender, that guy is much stronger than . Damn, this lucky brat. He accidentally advanced to Level 25, and I risked my life to get two levels up " Leon said angrily to Ellen's back.
Young Master Leon let out a long sigh. He could only focus his attention on this plain girl with a fresh temperant. He was used to eating big als and occasionally had a light taste. Leon looked at the girl and thought with a smile.
On this day, the townspeople were in a ss. The Iron Wolf Bandits had co with ill intentions. The n were ready to fight to the death, while the won and children were hiding at ho. Then they saw one of the young n from the blacksmith's house walk out of the village quietly a few days ago, and no one could guess what his intentions were. The roar and explosions of machine guns ca from outside the town, but soon they disappeared. A mont later, the young man returned. There was nothing unusual about him, but as he passed by, the snow on the road quietly lted.
From outside the town to the blacksmith's house, the young man stepped on a smooth path in the snow.
Until nightfall, no Iron Wolf appeared. Not long after, the mayor and the guards returned with strange expressions on their faces. After a while, a young man who couldn't help but feel curious and tortured finally took the courage to look outside the town and was imdiately speechless. The snow in the open space outside the town was completely lted away, and there were more than ten charred corpses lying on the exposed ground, as well as the wreckage of so motorcycles.
Only the mayor and the guards knew that Alan had left the town alone. His hands lit up with flas, killing one-third of the Iron Wolf's people. The rest were scared out of their wits and fled.
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