"Dish...... Kitchen knife? The dwarf boy was stunned for a moment, although he had only been with Master Roma for half a year, he had to receive many famous guests every day, and had heard many strange requests, but it was indeed the first time he had heard of a kitchen knife.

"Yes." McGonagall nodded in confirmation and added, "It's the kitchen knife that chefs use to cut ingredients when they cook." ”

"Master Rohm said that I won't see any guests today, and I won't accept anyone's orders, so please go back." The young man shook his head, this human chef probably didn't understand the situation, and the people who usually came to the master were all masters, and they came to create weapons at hand, and his request was to make kitchen knives.

"I'm tired of reporting it." McGonagall persisted.

The young man looked at McGonagall's determined gaze, thought for a moment, nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll help you out, but don't expect too much." ”

"I'm tired." McGonagall nodded.

The young man turned to enter the door, and the inside of the armory shop looked much more empty than the outside, but there was no light, only two dim wall lamps, which made the inside look a little dim.

A teenage blacksmith stood in front of the fire, wielding his hammer to flatten the reddened iron.

A gray-haired dwarf old man sat on an iron bench in front of the stove, the pipe in his mouth had burned out, and his eyes were a little blank as he stared at the sparks jumping in the stove.

"Master Roma." The young man stepped forward and shouted cautiously.

The old man was stunned for a while before raising his head, his red rosacea nose was collapsed, his brows were furrowed, and he said impatiently: "What's the matter?" Haven't those annoying guys gotten out yet? ”

"No, they're gone, but there's a chef out there who claims to be from the City of Chaos, and I'd like to ask you to make a kitchen knife for him, so please let you know." The young man said quickly, his eyes secretly looked at the master's expression, and he felt that he was about to be affected by the guy at the door.

"Kitchen knives?" Master Rohm was obviously stunned for a moment, as if he had thought of something, and his voice suddenly tripled, "You mean, there's a guy out there and asked me to make a kitchen knife for him?" ”

Cold sweat began to form on the young man's forehead, and he suddenly regretted why he had to inform that guy about the kitchen knife, and he might lose the opportunity to continue working in Master Roma's workshop, but he could only nod his head as he watched him.

"Humph! I started to learn forging at the age of five, and at the age of eight, I stopped making kitchen knives and hoes, and I can't count how many weapons I have built in the past four hundred years, but all of them are called divine weapons, and now someone is looking for me to fight kitchen knives? Is this because I don't think I'm good enough?! Master Rohm kicked over the iron frame beside him, and the iron frame, which was full of unfinished weapons, fell to the ground with a loud noise.

The young apprentice who was striking iron on the side slowly put down the hammer in his hand and looked at the young man with a worried expression.

The young man panicked, and his voice trembled slightly: "I...... I'm going to get him out. ”

"No need! Get out of here, get out! Master Roma shouted angrily.

"Yes." The young man and the apprentice answered, but they didn't dare to clean up the mess, and hurried towards the door.

McGonagall, who was standing at the door, clearly heard the movement inside through the hidden door, and looked at the two young men who hurriedly went out and closed the door, and suddenly felt a little guilty.

"You go, Mr. Roma won't see you." The young man gave McGonagall a somewhat complicated look, and then left with the other young man in a dejected expression, both of whom looked a little lonely on their backs.

"Father, why aren't they happy?" Amy asked, a little puzzled.

"They may lose their jobs because their father was reprimanded by the master." McGonagall looked at the backs of the two of them, and thought she might have to find an opportunity to make amends to them.

It wasn't until the backs of the two disappeared at the end of the street that McGonagall withdrew her gaze and looked at the old workshop.

"System, does this kitchen knife have to be forged by Master Roma? Is it feasible to switch to a high-grade forge? McGonagall asked inwardly.

"Master Rohm is the world's first forger, his forging skills are unmatched, only the kitchen knife he forged can achieve the effect of nothing that cannot be chopped, and it is also a good kitchen knife that can accompany the host for a lifetime. Therefore, the host must ask Master Roma to forge a kitchen knife for you in order for the mission to succeed. The system replied.

"System, your task is unreasonable, people don't look down on forging kitchen knives at all, this is an unfinishable task." McGonagall resisted.

"On the road to becoming a chef, there will always be all kinds of troubles, I hope the host can take the initiative to overcome it, come on!" The system encouraged, and then vanished completely.

"Damn." McGonagall rolled her eyes and looked at the closed door, lost in thought.

In the blacksmith's shop, Röm looked at the mess, sighed deeply, and lay back in his chair, staring at the fire.

He never left the forge in his life, learning to forge with his father at the age of five, forging the best kitchen knives and hoes in Eiseniron Castle at the age of six, and forging weapons at the age of eight.

The Tiandu Sword was forged by a knight from afar when he was twenty years old.

It took him a full year to forge the sword.

And that young knight, with that sword, roamed the north of the Terran territory, established great feats, killed many strong men, and also made him get the attention of the world and became a famous master blacksmith.

Over the next few hundred years, weapons were forged out of his hands, and then turned into murder weapons in the hands of powerful men.

His reputation became louder and louder, and the tenth-level powerhouses lined up to find him to forge weapons, and the magnates of all clans lowered their noble heads, only asking for a weapon forged by him.

Even in the years of racial chaos, he still never left his forge and immersed himself in forging, giving powerful weapons to those strong people, making a name for himself on the Nolan continent, and also achieving his reputation as the first forging master.

He didn't know what he wanted, but he enjoyed the feeling of immersing himself in the forging, and he was even more obsessed with the sense of accomplishment when the forging was successful, watching the magic weapon come out.

And just two years ago, when he woke up one morning, he suddenly couldn't remember what he had done yesterday, and even forgot how many hammers and how many processes the sword he had forged yesterday.

This is undoubtedly fatal for a forger.

He could no longer complete the forging of a weapon on his own, but he was also unwilling to expose it to anyone.

So he began to become irritable and irritable, drove away his most familiar apprentices, stopped accepting new orders, and did not hand over a weapon for two years.

The four-hundred-year-old life seems to be coming to an end.

Roma himself knew about it, but he didn't want to admit it.

He was willing to fall on his forge one day, and he never wanted to die in such a daze.

"Excuse me, can you lend me a knife?" At this moment, there was a knock at the door and a soft and lovely voice.