It's winter, and it's the most leisurely time. The people of the town were idle, and they all quietly gathered in front of the dilapidated house of Bavent, and the blacksmith was well-known in the town, but not to the point of being in the market. What's more, this season, business is even more deserted. Occasionally, they would help people repair farm tools or weapons, and in the cold of winter, this blacksmith would not open until noon.

It was still more than an hour before noon, and those who knew Bavent well knew that the old man was still asleep. At this time, the butler figure was seen walking up a few wooden steps, and the wooden steps that were no longer very solid creaked. Then he knocked on the door, cleared his throat and called, "Is Mr. Bavent here?" ”

Called three times in a row.

Suddenly, a window on the second floor opened, and Bavent was not bad at his workmanship, and he could do everything the words of the ironsmith and carpenter. However, the window bolt was loosened early, and the window that shook vigorously when the wind was strong did not see the old man repair it. Even the holes in the roofs and the missing corners of the chimneys were indifferent to the old blacksmith. It seems that for him, it is enough to have tiles to cover his head, and this will make the most prodigal idlers in town sigh to themselves.

At this time, the window shook vigorously twice, but fortunately it did not fall down, and then an old but gunpowder-smelling voice came from inside: "What kind of bastard is making noise in the morning, I want to repair things and come back after noon!" ”

"Well, Mr. Bavent, my lord is ......," said the butler, slightly embarrassed.

An old man with gray hair, even a beard with a chin and a white frost poked his head out of the window and shouted: "Even if the president comes, it's the same!" Lao Tzu ......"

He suddenly saw the man standing behind the butler, and swallowed the words in his stomach. The onlookers heard the man with a sense of majesty in his face nod and smile, "Mr. Bavent, how many years have we not seen each other?" ”

"Are you...... Are you ......" Bavent grabbed his gray hair and suddenly cried out, "You are Mr. Horn?" God, how did you end up here. ”

Then he turned his head sharply, and then there was a rush of footsteps in the room, and the door of the house suddenly opened with a series of sounds of objects toppling. The old man, who was only wearing thin clothes and trousers, ran out, looked at Horn carefully, and sighed for a long time, "It's really you." Hey, why are you here? ”

"Something to ask for." Horn smiled.

"That's certainly not a good job." Bavent muttered, but still stood aside and invited the two of them into the house. He shouted to the onlookers: "Look at what, can't Lao Tzu have so many friends of the rich man." Get out, don't do business today. ”

The people booed the old man, laughed for a while, and then dispersed. Bavent slammed the door shut, keeping the cold outside. Inside the door is his iron shop, a stove that has not been extinguished for many years, and the fire at the mouth of the furnace makes the indoor temperature pleasant. An exhaust pipe is directly above the stove, and the exhaust fan of the pipe hums and operates, exhausting the choking smoke out of the room. Next to it, there are three or five iron-striking tools, and there are several templates hanging on the wall, and the breath of life can be seen everywhere.

There are so many miscellaneous items in the blacksmith that it is difficult to find even a place to stay. Bavent casually moved the miscellaneous items to the side, cleared out an open space, pulled the chair he usually sat on, and said, "Mr. Horn, please take a seat, I am no better than your Ugal Castle here." It's a small place, and with just one chair, you're going to be settled. ”

The chair had been stained with rusty soot for years, and one leg was still wobbly, and it looked very unstable. Horn didn't seem to know any of this, so he sat down, not minding that his well-made expensive suit was in close contact with rusty soot. Bavent took out a bottle of wine out of nowhere, drank it himself, and said, "So, what does Mr. Horn want me to help with?" ”

"Of course, it is something that only Mr. Bavent can do, otherwise, I would not want to disturb you." Horn glanced at Helsing's butler in the back, who nodded and left the room. A moment later, he returned with a long suitcase and placed it at Horn's feet. Horn opened it, and the suitcase was lined with flannel, and it was divided into two compartments, one long and one long. The long grid lay a broken knife, black and covered with iron bumps, which looked like an inferior product, and it was a half-finished product. The square compartment holds a box, and a faint heat is constantly escaping from the box.

Bavent's gaze fell on the broken knife, and his eyes were about to bulge out, and he said for a long time: "This is Qianjun?" How could it be in your hands, could it be that something happened to Miss Merlin! ”

A whirlwind suddenly rolled up in the room, blowing the fire in the stove and the clutter around it jumped non-stop. Hai Xin was slightly surprised, but he never thought that the source power of this old blacksmith was not low. Horn said indifferently: "Don't worry, General Merlin has nothing to do." This Qianjun was given to me by her grandson Alan. Not long ago, Alan's kid encountered a strong enemy, which caused Qianjun to be damaged, so he asked me to find someone to repair it. If I think about it, the only one who is probably qualified to repair Qianjun is Mr. Bavent. ”

Babent was relieved to hear that Merlin was fine. He crouched down, reached out and touched Qianjun lightly, and gently brushed it over the blade. As if immersed in some kind of memory, he sighed: "Back then, General Meslin obtained that extremely rare meteorite essence and personally created this heavy knife. I'm just striking at the side, this knife is poured into General Meslin's emotional will, how can I fix it well. What's more, Qianjun was carved from that piece of meteorite, and it was integrated from the blade to the grip. Now that it's broken, even if I have a way to fuse it back together, I'll lose the charm of the past, it's worse than an ordinary sword, what's the use of continuing it? ”

Horn smiled and gently uncovered the box in the square. When the box was opened, a strong aura of flames rushed to his face, which suddenly caused the temperature of the iron shop to rise sharply. Bavent's pupils narrowed, then he looked into the box. The gaze pierced through the mist of mist and fell on the heart of the god of fire, which was neither stone nor iron. He was surprised, "This is ......"

"This is the material provided by Eren's child, called the Heart of the Vulcan. It is a rare source power crystal, I have already measured it, and the fire it contains is the source power. Both in mass and concentration, it is much higher than the Pupil of Hellfire. If you use it to continue Qianjun, I think after the restoration, Qianjun not only loses its charm, but also better than before. ”

Bavent suddenly reached out and pointed at the heart of the Vulcan, and a strand of extremely pure source power thread popped out of his fingertips. After this trace of source power was injected into the heart of the fire god, a scorching flame suddenly rose from the mouth of the box. The flames were scorching, and there was a faint rumbling roar in the iron shop, like the sound of a volcanic eruption. Bavent's face was surprised, and he withdrew his source power and nodded, "This is indeed a rare piece of material. Well, I'll give it a try. With such materials, there should be no problem in repairing Qianjun. But after that, Qianjun is no longer Qianjun, and you have to promise me one more thing. ”

"What's the matter?"

"Let your kid named Alan come here in person, and he needs to do the final forging himself, so that he can have feelings between him and Xindao, and Qianjun can be reborn." Bavent said with a serious face.

Horn nodded happily: "As soon as he returns, I'll let him visit immediately." ”

"Remember, let him come alone, and don't drive any speeding cars. I don't want to be questioned by those rappers all the time, you know, they're annoying. ”

Horn laughed and nodded.

It was already afternoon when he left Vandersey Town, and Helsing's butler was driving the car, and behind the car sat Horn and Anna. Anna didn't get out of the car the whole time. After hearing that Baventer had taken over the work of repairing the broken knife, Anna smiled: "Bavent will definitely accept it, not to mention that he has a deep relationship with General Meslin, and he doesn't want to see Qianjun damaged anyway." What's more, Bavent was bent on surpassing General Meslin in sword-forging skills, so how could he let go of this opportunity to challenge him. ”

"That's what I thought too." Horn looked at his secret samurai and whispered, "You should have seen him." ”

Anna smiled bitterly and said, "But he may not be happy to see me." ”

Horn sighed softly, Anna's husband was Bavent's son Lot, and their marriage had been strongly opposed by Bavent. Because he knew very well who Anna was and what kind of work she did. Bavent preferred for his son to find a normal person, but Lott and Anna eventually got married. But not long after they got married, Lott was assassinated. It was a huge blow to Anna, and Bavent couldn't forgive her, believing that Lot's affair was due to her relationship.

It was also because of Lot's death and the death of General Meslin that Bavent left the Floating Island and found a secluded town on the surface. If Horn hadn't asked for him this time, he wouldn't have mobilized men to dig him out. Horn also knew very well what was going on between him and Anna, an old subordinate, and he didn't want to touch the wounds in their hearts if he had to.

Hearing Anna say this at this moment, Horn said lightly: "Do you think Bavent will not know that you are in the car?" With his character, if he didn't want to see you, he would have blown me away with me, so how could he invite me in. Anna, it's been a long time since that incident, and I don't think he hates you anymore. After all, it's not your fault. ”

"Kolott has always been his only son, and he will not forgive me so easily if I have not only taken him away from Bavent, but also caused him to lose this son forever."

"But he's your husband too!" Horn sighed, reached out and patted Anna and said, "There are some things that always have to be let go." Lott has been dead for so many years, and you've blamed yourself enough. Anna, you have to learn to let this pass......"

Anna nodded reluctantly, and suddenly her face changed slightly. Horn also seemed to feel something, smiled faintly and said, "I really didn't expect that I was already careful, and I still let people find out my whereabouts." ”

Anna snorted coldly, "It's just some clowns." In her eyes, a cold killing intent swept by.