"I have to learn to be independent."

Arthur may have inherited Watcher's paranoia.

There are many absurd and self-righteous parts to his ideas.

A long time ago, he accidentally discovered the dwarf blacksmith, decided to study under him, and passed the exam. Everyone in the workshop at that time praised Wochier for his good teaching...

The craftsman knew it well, but kept silent.

From that moment on, the master and apprentice were forging a weapon to stab each other.

Arthur wanted to make a career and make his teacher proud.

He fell into a vicious cycle of self-satisfaction, even harming those closest to him, just to get the chance to grow alone.

Ken said slowly.

"Watcher has always known that your knowledge was taught by others."

He explains the facts without any emotion and lets the other person think for themselves, which is more useful than any persuasion.

Arthur's head drooped.

"Sure enough, from the day of the assessment, the teacher began to let me study and comprehend by myself..."

He seemed to have understood it a long time ago, but the two of them never talked about it.

As a craftsman, who can bear such insult:

You can't teach your students, you can only let them steal other people's skills to make progress!

What's more, what about a staid old man like Watcher, who has a strong self-esteem and a paranoid personality? Therefore, for so many years, he has been enduring the pain in his heart.

Arthur meant more to him than his apprentice and inheritance.

Watcher carefully hid his heartbreak. He knew that he was a spiritual craftsman. He cherished the bond of "master and apprentice" but did not want to affect Arthur's growth on the path of a blacksmith.

"Xionbio's wisdom..."

Arthur thought of this and couldn't help but look up at the frost-shaped dome, his red eyes filled with tears.

"What on earth did I do?"

The more he thought about it, the more he blamed himself.

If you say goodbye in this way, all the blood will be gone, leaving only the pain that is difficult to heal and the regret that will accompany you throughout your life.

Ken's tone was still calm and he said:

"Watcher received an order for weapons. He asked the son of Lord Erwei for a chance to purify the disciples."

Arthur looked over in surprise.

Ken narrowed his eyes and looked at him, letting the emotion of "self-blame" take root.

"He did this just to remove the hunting infection from your body. Tsk, think about how much the spirit craftsman hates weapons. If he really fulfills his promise, what price will he pay?"

The fire in the remains of the fountain still shines brightly.

Arthur shook his head and begged the other party to stop talking. He was not questioning the teacher's determination, but was afraid that this would really happen.

Spirit craftsmen can enhance artifacts.

If this kind of thing is added to a weapon, the eventual backlash will cause the forger to pay a very heavy price.

Ken told what he knew about the situation.

Arthur listened quietly.

He slumped at the bottom of the steps, silent, like a child who had run away from home. Finally, he had a deeper understanding of rebellion and responsibility, and was reflecting on himself.

Fortunately, there is still time.

Ken could tell that as long as Arthur got over this tension, he would go back and make peace with the spirit craftsman.

[Series of tasks: Arthur’s teacher (3)]

[Progress: Completed]

The notes also confirmed my thoughts.

But I don't know why...

Ken felt a little anxious for no reason, and vaguely felt that something was about to happen.

Suddenly, in the shadow behind him, a very close voice was heard.

"No steel sword."

"Ho!"

Kuima was so frightened that he stepped on the steps.

His hands have already touched the short blade and bow handle, ready to "first draw distance and then shoot the arrow" at any time.

Ken turned his head and looked at the other person.

The dwarf craftsman has been resurrected, and he looks quite calm, just like the state he first saw.

The only difference is:

The iron piece that wrapped his hands now extended the shadow of the chain, as if it would disappear in a decisive moment.

The dwarf straightened the chain and explained in a calm tone:

"Don't be curious. Every time I wake up or try to step out of the rectangular hall, it will remind me of the sins I have committed."

[The soul is imprisoned and forced to live forever. He must continue to repent. 】

Ken wanted to ask the other party what he had done wrong...

But he was afraid that the blacksmith would lose control of his mood, so he pondered for a while and finally said nothing.

"Arthur."

The dwarf shouted to the bottom of the steps.

"Take out the 411th sample you drew, as well as the materials I taught you to identify."

Arthur came out of his daze.

He skillfully groped on the floor tiles to find the corresponding trigger mechanism.

This kind of hidden compartment is almost a standard feature for blacksmiths.

But the dwarves are more sophisticated. The storage spaces they designed are three-dimensional and can be spliced ​​together at will. The enchantment on the console is stronger and can carve more complex and profound inscriptions.

"it's a pity."

Ken sighed secretly.

The stone table was severely damaged, and all its original special functions had disappeared. At this time, it was nothing more than an ordinary artifact for apprentices to draw pictures.

"Although my place is simple, I still have something left."

The chain in the blacksmith's hand has disappeared.

He picked up the fruit brought by Arthur with an iron piece and said while eating: "Every time I meet a guest, I will give something as a gift. This child got the knowledge he wanted, and you..."

[The other party listened to the entire content and seems to be very interested in you.]

The blacksmith paused for a moment.

He suddenly thought of many things. The young man in front of him was very special. Mother Winter would not trust a face from southern Xinjiang for no reason. Was it because of necessity or a game played by the old gods?

Seeing that he was reluctant to say anything, Ken thought he was going to lose control again, so he asked tentatively:

"What are you going to give me?"

The dwarf's distracted gaze refocused on Ken.

"A piece of material, a suggestion."

He threw away the core and knocked the two pieces of iron against each other. Arthur was urged to send the things and manuscript paper over quickly.

[Material: Cold pivot grip]

[Quality: Legend]

[Forged semi-finished products, accessories with already formed frames, only certain types of weapons can use it. 】

When Ken saw the quality, he couldn't hide his excitement.

He couldn't help but observe carefully:

This material is in the shape of a long handle, and the main body has an unobvious wavy arc. The skeleton has begun to take shape, and the outline of the "strike part" is outlined.

Hiss, what kind of weapon does this shape look like?

Arthur unfolded the drawing at this time, and the answer was instantly revealed - there was a majestic winter battle ax on it!

An ancient style with the wild characteristics of the dwarf era.

[Item: Ming Manu·Twilight]

[A very clever weapon design, which uses special techniques to hide the forging and casting processes. Only top forgers will use this kind of "hidden draft". 】

The dwarf craftsman raised his arms.

"This drawing is a suggestion."

He was like a pilgrim, looking back at where he came from. His face was calm and profound. Although he was only as tall as Ken's ribs, his aura at this time was very strong.

Craftsmen must have absolute confidence in their own fields.

The dwarf stared at Ken's black gloves and seemed to glimpse the tattoos underneath them. He said decisively:
Chapter completed!