The setting sun from the sky shines on the streets of Xiangshan City. This prosperous desert capital also has less prosperous places. When residents living in the corners of the city read about natural and man-made disasters caused by natural disasters in other places from newspapers, they secretly thought
I am grateful for the blessing of the true God, and at the same time I feel that my hard life is not so unacceptable, at least I can still live well.
The wooden board hanging under the sunshade tent has two red words "REPAIR" written on it. A master craftsman is repairing a metal handguard with fire scissors and a hammer. The screws on the wrist have been replaced, and the screws on the wrist guard have been repaired.
The crack is being repaired with a piece of red-hot iron.
A sloppy young man looked under the awning for a long time. The blacksmith also noticed this young man. After taking a last puff of cigarette, he threw the cigarette butt into the stove and exhaled the smoke and asked him: "Young man, is there anything that needs to be repaired?"
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The young man pulled out a black dagger from under his rough leather belt, held it in both hands and handed it to him: "Can you help me fix it?"
The blacksmith glanced at it and said, "This is easy. Just wait a moment." He had seen many styles of this dagger. It was a carving knife commonly used for making bone art jewelry.
The young man respectfully waited for the master to finish what he was doing, and then handed over the dagger.
The blacksmith passed it on and said, "Oh, it's a bit heavy." He repaired and made many daggers of this shape. He sold several daggers every day in the blacksmith shop, but this dagger had a different feel, which made him look at it carefully: "
Hey, that's good. This material is not an ordinary one." He weighed it and returned the dagger to the young man: "I can't repair it."
"Why?"
The blacksmith looked around the room: "The iron and steel materials I have here are very common. This material is very particular. I don't have it here. Even if I get the materials, my craftsmanship is not good at repairing this thing. You go to West Street."
, there are better craftsmen’s workshops over there that can repair it for you.”
The young man was very hesitant: "Isn't there a lot of money... over there?"
"That's right." The blacksmith said with a smile: "The craftsmanship, skills, materials and fire all have to be priced." He looked at the young man's attire, including animal skin shoulders, leather waist protectors, cloth skirts and short leather boots.
Wearing a simple dental collar and a bandage on his hand, he shook his head: "Bring the thing here, I can repair it for you. I only charge you a few silver coins, but after I repair it, this knife won't be as useful as before.
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"Ah..." The young man hesitated again.
The blacksmith said: "You'd better think clearly. I won't have the money to compensate you if you regret it later."
While the boy was hesitating, a well-dressed handsome young man came over on the road and said, "Kid, I've been watching for a while. This dagger broke if he just repaired it casually. There's no chance it will be restored as before."
After hearing this, the blacksmith was not angry at all, and said to the young man: "He is right, this looks like an ordinary bone carving knife, but the actual materials and workmanship are very different. The person who originally used this may also be a bonesmith.
But what I do is not ordinary bone ornaments. This young man is well-spoken and well-informed. Do you want him to help you?"
After hearing this, the young man quickly stepped back: "I am not a person who does good deeds. I have to pay for my actions." He rubbed his fingers to signal to the young man.
The young man originally had an eager look on his face, but when he heard the request for money, he shrank back. He touched the cracks on the dagger in his hand and said, "My teacher gave it to me. I don't want to repair it casually." He put the dagger back into his waist and said, "Wait later.
Let’s repair it when we have money.”
The young man watched the young man leave, rolled his eyes, chased after him and shouted: "Kid, wait a minute."
The young man looked back at him.
The young man smiled and said: "I can help you repair the dagger for free, but you have to agree to one condition."
"What?"
The young man held his chin and said cheerfully: "I want to engrave my name on the dagger."
"Why?"
"You don't have to worry about it. I'll fix it for you for free anyway."
The young man thought for a moment: "You want others to know that you made the dagger, right? No."
The young man thought that this thing would be done, but he didn't expect that he would refuse, and he was a little annoyed: "Hey, brat, I'm kindly helping you, but you're not happy anymore. Hum, let me tell you, I can see the material of this dagger at a glance.
Technique, if you want to find someone in Xiangshan City who can repair it, I dare not say that there is absolutely no one, but if you want to find someone like that to repair the knife for you, it is just a dream. Boy, this is your last and only chance, I don’t have time.
I'm chatting with you here, whether you can answer a word or not."
The boy was in trouble, raised his head and asked: "Can you fix it today?"
The young man calculated the time and nodded: "Yes...it depends on how cracked the dagger is. Bring it to me and see if it's okay. Please tell me first whether you agree or not."
The young man didn't know if what he said was true. After thinking about it, he nodded in agreement and handed over the dagger.
The young man got it and gently stroked the cracks on the dagger blade with his thumb: "Well, it's all cracked inside." He flicked it with his fingers: "It sounds hoarse. There are many cracks, not just the deep mark on the outside."
The young man sounded very serious and asked quickly: "Can it be repaired?"
"Of course I can." The young man said without question: "Who am I, Alchemist Hughington? If I can't cultivate it well, do I still deserve to be called a master of alchemy?"
"You...your name is Alchemy Shullington."
Hullington raised his chin handsomely and said proudly: "Do you recognize me?"
The young man shook his head: "I don't know. My name is Bill."
Hullington rolled his eyes: "I don't care what your name is, I can fix this thing. But what I'm thinking about is not how to fix it."
"Ah, what else are you going to do? You can't... you can't mess with it." Bill was afraid that he would do something bad to his precious dagger.
Hurlington said with a serious face: "This dagger passed through my Hurlington's hands, and I just repaired it. Doesn't that show my ability? I want to repair it, and I want it to be better than before."
He carefully touched the slightly frosted blade: "Well, the foundation of this knife is very good. I will turn it into a treasure-level object no matter what. Don't worry, kid, I will never kill you."
If your baby is damaged, I guarantee that its appearance will remain the same, but its quality will be better."
"real?"
"In addition to engraving the name, if there is any change in the appearance, I will chop off my left hand for you."
Bill felt relieved after hearing what he said.
In the evening, a dagger with a bright edge, thick texture, and smoothness as new appeared in Bill's hand. Bill held it in both hands, very satisfied, and held his hand and thanked him repeatedly.
Hurlington was a little unhappy and secretly calculated: "15 grams of mithril water to repair the core, 300 grams of black rhenium steel to repair the surface, purple sand, slime oil juice, white smelting ash... these messy things
In total, it will cost seven or eight thousand gold coins. Oh my, just to engrave a name...it hurts my body." He said to Bill with a bitter face: "I said, little brother, can you...can you make up for it?
Give me the money."
Bill let go of his grateful hand: "You said you don't want money."
Hurlington cried: "That's what I said, but..."
"I'm going back. Anyway, thank you very much, Mr. Alchemy Hullington. Goodbye." Bill waved goodbye and ran away.
"Hey, hey... can't you give me one or two thousand? One or two hundred is fine..." Seeing the person disappear, Hughington could only shake his head sadly: "Hey, good people can't do good things.