"Borrowed a knife?"

The soft voice suddenly woke Röm from his contemplation, glanced at the small window in the corner, and before he knew it, it was already dark.

"Who is going to borrow the sword? A little girl? Odd? Röhm frowned, slowly stood up, picked up the flask that was placed next to him, unscrewed the lid, took a big sip, and then walked towards the door.

Although I gradually couldn't control my emotions in the past two years, the older I get, the more I can't refuse the children.

Röhm opened the door and saw a little girl of four or five years old standing in the doorway, a small figure with a pink carving, looking up at him.

"Little one, what are you knocking on?" Rohm kept his voice as low as he could, for fear of scaring the cute little guy.

"Grandpa, can you lend me a knife? My father and I came from a far, far away place, and we had no place to live or a place to eat, so we had to cook for ourselves, but we forgot to bring kitchen knives, and we couldn't even cut the big stupid fish. Amy looked at Rohm with a pitiful look and said.

Röm looked in the direction Amy was pointing, and there was a fire in the clearing opposite the forge, and a young human man was standing by the fire, looking at it with a smile on his face, with a large bag at his feet.

"I don't have a kitchen knife here, little one, you can borrow it somewhere else." Röhm shook his head, he wasn't lying, he couldn't find a kitchen knife in his forge either.

"But, everyone else's house is closed, old man, can you lend us a knife? As long as you can cut through the big stupid fish. Amy glanced at the dark street and shook her little head.

McGonagall, standing by the fire, was also looking at Rom, the old dwarven man still looked strong, his thick arms almost as thick as a normal person's waist, which made him look a little like a square, and his gray hair and face were a testament to his age.

Judging from the general lifespan of four hundred years for the dwarves, this Roma master is indeed very old.

However, when he talked to Amy, he seemed quite kind, and he couldn't see the irritable appearance when he just roared with the young man.

Röhm looked left and right, and the shops on the street were indeed closed, and the dwarves were good at drinking, and most of them went to the tavern to drink at night, and it was not easy to find another place where there were still people to borrow a knife.

"Hello, I'm McGonagall, our father and daughter have come all the way from the city of chaos, and I want to ask Master Rohm to forge the world's first kitchen knife for me, because of the reckless behavior of the master before, I am very sorry for the two little brothers, I apologize to Master Rohm, and hope that the master can forgive the two little brothers." McGonagall stepped forward and looked at Rhom.

"You're the guy who just wanted me to make a kitchen knife?" Röm frowned, with a hint of anger on his face, and raised his voice a little bit: "I am a weapon smith, and I forge weapons for battle, and never forge kitchen knives. Please go back, I won't forge kitchen knives for chefs. ”

"Master Roma, as a chef, I think that the battle between the chef and the ingredients is better than the battle between the knight and the monster, because no knight will peel off the leather armor of the monster and split the hardest bones in the battle, just to find the most delicious parts and present it to the diners." McGonagall looked at Ron and said with a determined gaze.

"Heh, the chef is just a chef, do you still have to deal with the monster like a knight?" Röhm sneered, disagreeing with McGonagall's ridiculous point.

"This is a third-level Warcraft fathead fish, I want to use it to make a delicious chopped pepper fish head, I have a hundred ways to kill it, but my kitchen knife can't split its head, so I took it from the City of Chaos to Eiseniron Castle, in order to find a kitchen knife that can split its head." McGonagall took out the bucket and pointed to the fathead fish inside.

Rom looked at the fat-headed fish in the bucket frantically holding its head against the lid of the barrel and making a thumping sound, and was slightly stunned, sensing from the demonic energy, this is indeed a third-level demonic beast, and its big head, which occupies almost half of its body, should be the hardest part of its body.

It is indeed not an easy task to split the head of such a demonic beast without a weapon at hand.

But...... Röm looked at McGonagall and frowned, "Isn't fish just eating fish?" I've never heard of anyone eating a fish head, and even if you split the fish head, would you still eat the contents of the fish head? ”

"A properly cooked fish head is far more delicious than the flesh of fish, and it would be a pity to give up a delicacy?" McGonagall shook her head, looked at Rohm and said, "Master Roma, why don't we make a bet, you can borrow me a knife to cut the head of this fathead fish, and then I will cook a dish made with fish heads as ingredients, and you will taste it later." If you think it's delicious, I'll make a kitchen knife for it, and if you don't think it's delicious, I'll leave Eiseniron Castle immediately. ”

"Grandpa, my father's cooking is really delicious." Amy looked at Rohm and said, touched her stomach again, and said a little pitifully: "I'm so hungry~~~"

"Meow~"

The ugly duckling stared at the fathead fish in the bucket and swallowed, his eyes already glowing green.

The fathead fish seemed to feel a terrible threat, but at once he stopped all movement, slowly turned to look at the ugly duckling, and flashed to the other side of the bucket, looking at the ugly duckling in horror.

"Bet?" Rohm showed a hint of hesitation on his face, looked at the fathead fish in the bucket, and then looked at Amy, who looked expectant, hesitated for a while, and still nodded: "Okay, then I'll bet with you, but don't be too happy, I'm quite picky about food." ”

McGonagall's face showed joy, since it comes to eating, no matter how picky your mouth is, I can make you close it and concentrate on eating.

Röm turned and went into the kitchen, picked up a half-finished sword from the floor, and walked out, throwing it at McGonagall.

McGonagall caught the sword lightly, the black sword was quite light to start, but it should not have been forged yet, and the pattern on the hilt of the sword had not yet been carved.

However, even if it is only a half-finished long sword, it can still be called a good sword.

"Good sword, thank you Master Rohm, please wait." McGonagall arched her hand slightly, carrying her sword and bucket in the direction of the fire.

Putting down the bucket, McGonagall washed the sword with snow, then opened the lid and grabbed the fathead, looked at the fathead fish struggling in her hand, and chuckled, "Keep jumping." ”