Bran and Dany stood openly at the door of the warehouse, looking around inside. Most of the items that could be placed here were items that would be a pity to be discarded or to be repaired. For Bran, this place was a huge treasure house.

According to his current thoughts, "If you want to eat for free, you must have the consciousness to eat for free and not be too picky."

Looking at Bran, whose eyes were shining brightly, Dany poured cold water on the side: "It's all waste. There's no way to make a sword. There is no shortage of blacksmiths in the North. If it could have been used, it would have been taken away by others."

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

"You'd better make a model and I'll keep it for you. It can be exchanged for a lot of money. When we have money, we can build a castle." Dany seduced.

Bran squinted his eyes and said contemptuously: "You must have ideals, silly lady."

"Okay, try it!" Dany crossed her arms and looked down at Bran.

Of course, Bran knew that a sword was more than just its shape. As a man with dreams in his previous life, he had read a lot of information out of his love for cold weapons. Although, it was only on paper.

Bran casually pointed at the nearest two-handed sword with only half of its blade left, and asked Dany to help get it. During the process, Bran did not forget to brag and say, "You know what, Dany. For your sake."

For the sake of our shared life and death, I’m here to tell you that we have to look at this world from a microscopic perspective.”

Dany rolled her eyes back.

Bran then acted like a master: "I know you are stupid, uneducated, and don't know what micro is. In fact, I don't know much either."

"Tch..." Dany snorted coldly.

"I know there is no shortage of blacksmiths in the North. Many people will make a weapon by themselves before the coming-of-age ceremony. They all know about quenching and tempering. Many blacksmiths even regard the details of these methods as secrets." Bran said with a know-it-all expression.

: "But what is the reason for doing this?"

Dany's curiosity was aroused and she replied: "What else can it be to make the sword sharper and tougher?"

"But why is this happening?" Bran grinned.

"Why?"

"I don't know either." Bran spread his hands.

"..."

"The time has come to witness the miracle." Bran teased, put his hand on the sword, and felt the sword. He could feel the magic slowly seeping into the sword. But this was not enough. It needed to be more subtle, not this vague.

Control, Bran thought, I know that quenching and tempering is to make the metal form a specific crystal, so I must at least feel this structure.

Bran closed his eyes and tried to immerse his whole body and mind in it, comply with the magic, and use the magic to perceive the more subtle existence. Then Bran felt a bang in his head, and his whole person felt dazed and swaying, and the surrounding space became empty and boundless.

, and his consciousness at this time became an extremely small starting point. Brandon suddenly felt a panic, and then his consciousness that lost control due to panic became chaotic...

Dany, who was beside her, saw Bran and his inseparable cat. Suddenly, her limbs twitched, her mouth foamed, and she fell to the ground.

It was late at night when Bran woke up. He was placed in his bedroom, and Dany leaned against the bed and dozed off. Bran sighed and touched Huahua, who was still sleeping. When he thought about microscopic

At that time, his ability responded to him, but the confusion caused by panic caused the magic power to be instantly out of control. When the black cat Huahua beside him was resonating with the magic power comfortably with his owner, tragedy suddenly followed...
Chapter completed!