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Chapter 276 What is the bike

After all, Portlem's fist still failed to knock on the door of the blacksmith's shop, because just as his hand was about to knock on it, the door suddenly caught fire, and the scorching heat made Portlem who was close to the door I can feel it clearly.

This Mr. Blacksmith's body is faster than his mind, and before he can realize what is going on, he subconsciously took two steps back, away from the door, and then saw that the door of his blacksmith shop was really It's on fire.

The fire was very fierce and started very quickly. At the beginning, only a few small flames came out from the upper part of the door, but in the blink of an eye, half of the door was completely engulfed in flames.When the bellows boy led the fat sheriff Greg to his side, the door of the blacksmith's shop was completely covered in flames, burning to its heart's content in the raging fire.

"Bitch! . . . "

Portlem managed to come back to his senses, and his first reaction was that the two crooks inside were setting fire to his house!This made him scold immediately.

"What happened, Portlem?"

The fat sheriff Greg was quite leisurely when he walked over, but seeing the door of the blacksmith shop suddenly burning in front of him, he couldn't help but change his expression, "Who is burning your house?! "

This is his jurisdiction, if someone set fire here in broad daylight, that would be causing trouble for him!Especially during the period when this kind of art festival returns home, a large number of people are gathering here, and then they will bring what they have seen and heard in this city to all directions, and the influence will be even greater Well, the top is also very tight at this time, and it is much more troublesome than usual accidents.

"Hugo..."

The Portlem newspaper stopped halfway through reporting the name. He felt that the name was probably a fake name. Since the two of them planned to do such a thing, it was definitely impossible for them to tell him their real names.

"Hugo?"

For this name, Greg didn't have the slightest impression in his mind, and it seemed that Potlem didn't say it halfway. ?”

It’s okay if he doesn’t say anything, but when he asked this, Potlem’s anger suddenly rose, “You know me, as a good old man in the whole neighborhood, I won’t say anything if some neighbors owe me my salary , how could I offend anyone!"

Greg thought it was the same, and was about to say something more, but the bellows boy, a young man, was thinking fast, and shouted anxiously: "Let's put out the fire now!"

This sentence immediately awakened the two of them. They were looking around, looking around for water to put out the fire, when suddenly the water they needed now came from the blacksmith shop. .

A lot of water was poured from behind the door, and when it was poured on the raging fire, there was a puffing sound instantly, and a large amount of water vapor and white smoke evaporated, and it was difficult to see the scene clearly for a while. Fortunately, the wind was a bit strong today. There was only one door on fire at the scene. The fire was really not that big, so the white smoke was blown away in a short effort, and you can see the specific scene.

Logically speaking, in such a short period of time, most of the door should be standing there charred black, or lying on the ground, but no matter what the posture is, there should be more than half of the door left, but the strange thing is , In such a short time, there was not much left of the door - only a scorched black board that was less than the height of the calf - the other parts were all burned to ashes, a layer thick thick gray.

Because it was too thick, it was piled up on the ground, and the wind couldn't blow it away for a while.

However, Potlem's attention is not on the strange phenomenon of the burning door panel.

The door panel was burnt out, and there was an empty doorway where the door was originally, and the line of sight could be shot into the room for a panoramic view. Now a pair of eyes of Potlem passed through the doorway, fell into the room, and were firmly fixed on the On the ground, can't move.

The same goes for Greg and Bellows.

At the focus of the eyes of the three of them is a cross sword lying quietly on the ground.

The shape of this crossed sword is astonishing - astonishingly ugly.

To be honest, Potlem has never seen such an ugly cross sword in his life. The conventional symmetrical shape is completely invisible on it, and there are irregular shapes everywhere, just like a drunk man in a state of alcoholism The defective products knocked out randomly made Portlem, a professional blacksmith who had been working as a blacksmith for more than ten years, look so awkward and uncomfortable.

Of course, ugliness is not the point. The point of this cross sword is that its blade is burning.

A burning sword, this is a sight that Portlem has never seen, but even though he has never seen it, he has heard such a sight in many stories, and in those stories, such a weapon has a unified The name - Magic Weapon.

This is a magic weapon!
The cross sword lying on the ground seemed to have lost its source of power. The flames on the sword were all extinguished quickly at an even speed, but they did not collapse. It looked like the flames had penetrated into the sword again. Similarly, this also made the three gentlemen who were witnessing all this more convinced that this was a magical weapon.

And it was only after all the flames on the cross sword were extinguished that Potlem was finally able to look away from the top and turned to the two standing beside the cross sword: the blacksmith Yu who borrowed the blacksmith shop from him. Guo and his burly wife.

The blacksmith Hugo stood still, with no expression on his face, as if nothing had happened, showing the style of a master, while his strong wife was hanging down with one hand, grabbing the edge of the water tank beside her .

If Potlem's memory is not confused, the original position of the water tank next to the lady should not be here - obviously, it was the lady who lifted the water tank with brute force just now, and extinguished the door. on the flame.

Potlem saw all this in his eyes, and his brain ran along with everything he saw, and finally restored the whole thing from beginning to end: this inconspicuous, skinny old man Hugo borrowed his After the house, something was built in it, that is the magic weapon cross sword on the ground!But after it was successfully built, the magic weapon was out of control or they didn't control it well when they were experimenting with the performance of the magic weapon. The energy emitted by the magic weapon burned the door, and then the lady hurriedly put out the fire... …

Botlem and the three of them stood blankly outside the house, and Norman and Ji Ruoxi also stood there stupidly, staring at them, while in Norman's heart, he was still thinking about what happened just now .

Just now he wanted to experiment to see if the spell he fixed in the cross sword could work, so he took the sword and started to try.

Norman first experimented as he usually does when casting spells. When he used his magic power to guide the spell fixed in the cross sword, he found that there was no response.

This is different from the kind of failure he had when he first started learning spells: his failure at that time was only because his own magic power was not enough, and there would still be a little reaction, but the failure here was nothing at all. There was no reaction at all, as if what he was holding was just an ordinary kitchen knife.

Norman was undaunted and tried several times to control various variables, but found that there was still no response. In the end, he had no choice but to accept the result of failure.

Although he was ready to accept the possibility of failure, Norman dared to try, and he must still have a glimmer of hope for success in his heart.Now seeing that he had really failed, he was inevitably a little depressed. Negative emotions needed to be vented and dispatched. The hand holding the cross sword unconsciously moved, and unconsciously carried out some swordsmanship moves taught by the Knights Templar. .

But after just a few swings unconsciously, Norman suddenly and keenly noticed something was wrong: the sword in his hand seemed to be changing!

Norman didn't know how to describe that feeling. If he had to say it, it was as if the sword had suddenly come to life and was breathing!

In the blink of an eye, Norman turned his mind several times, and then decisively continued to maintain this state of dancing swords, and even moved his whole body, practicing on the spot like usual self-training, and the movements he used naturally They are all those that have been improved by the teachings of the Knights Templar.

And just after Norman did this for a while, Norman felt the change of the cross sword in his hand more and more—its breathing became heavier and heavier!
Finally, the cross sword suddenly burst into flames!

Although I don't know what happened, but the spell in this cross sword was successfully cast!
However, it was also the first time for Norman to come into contact with such a spell release situation. He had no experience, and he didn't know how to control it. He failed to control it all at once, and let the flame on the sword fly out according to his posture at that time, and shot at him. on the door, and then set the door on fire.

Level 4 flame trap, the power of the flame is incredible, so it can burn the door to ashes in such a short time, and this kind of flame cannot be extinguished by ordinary water, and Norman immediately used it again It took a spell to put out the fire. As for the water tank in his hand, it was just a prop for pretending not to reveal his identity as a mage.

It was also because he was inexperienced and didn't know how to stop the spell that Norman simply threw the cross sword on the ground and used such a rough method to stop the spell. The result was really good, and it really stopped the spell.

……

"Hugo..."

After standing stupidly for a while, Potlem finally walked over slowly, fixed his eyes on Ji Ruoxi, and just said the name on his mouth, he felt that the name seemed inappropriate, so he changed it immediately. "Master Hugo!"

Those who can use magic weapons are definitely worthy of the title of "Master".

"This cross sword...you just made it?"

Potlem asked, pointing to the cross sword lying quietly on the ground.

Ji Ruoxi nodded, and gave a very cold "hmm", so Potlem's face flushed red all of a sudden, his hands couldn't rest for a moment, and after shaking back and forth, left and right at a fast speed, in the The front of my lower abdomen became entangled.

"You, what you said before, the one who wants to pay me as a reward is, is this sword?!"

The overly excited Portlem stuttered a bit.

Burning down a door in exchange for a magic weapon, is there a better deal than this?It's so worth it!It's worth burning his entire blacksmith shop down!
I'm so lucky, I'm so lucky today, I'm going to make a fortune now!

Botlem's face was flushed red, and he had completely thrown away the idea of ​​teaching these two liars a good lesson just now, not to mention how excited he was, but Ji Ruoxi's words seemed to pour a basin of cold water over his head .

"no,"

Ji Ruoxi stretched out her hand, and there was a dagger lying on it.

"This is the dagger."

Potlem's eyes fell on this dagger, and his eyes froze: If the cross sword is ugly, this dagger is very ugly!He couldn't even see the shape of the dagger, if Ji Ruoxi hadn't opened his mouth, he wouldn't have known it was a dagger, and there was a small hole missing on the tip of the dagger, making it look even worse.

The small hole seemed to remind people how poor the quality of this dagger was, that's why it was damaged just after it was successfully forged, which also made Polem even more lackluster about it.

Could it be possible to find an excuse to let the master give him the magic weapon as a reward?
Thinking this way, Potlem stretched out his right hand, and casually took the dagger, but he didn't expect that the dagger was much heavier than he expected, and the dagger fell out of his hand when he couldn't hold it firmly. , fell straight down.

This sudden scene attracted the attention of several people present.

The three of them couldn't react, but Norman and Ji Ruoxi couldn't pick it up due to hiding their identities, so they watched with the other three, and then they saw the dagger pointed towards It was inserted into the ground silently, leaving only a wooden handle outside.

"hiss!"

Batlem gasped.

This is his territory, and he knows it best: Although the ground under their feet is muddy, it has been cultivated for many years in an environment like a blacksmith shop, and it is extremely solid, and it is not panicked compared to ordinary stone slabs. More concessions, coupled with toughness, is a complete victory.

If an ordinary knife accidentally falls on it, it will only bounce off, leaving a mark at most, or it may break a blade, but this dagger was inserted in it silently. How sharp, how hard, and how tough it must be to do it! ?

Treasure, treasure!

Potlem changed his previous indifference, and quickly squatted down to pull out the dagger. After a closer look, it was still intact as before.

According to Portlem's professional vision, this dagger is at least priced in Jintalan, and now he has made a fortune!Burning down a door for this is really nothing.And that magic weapon didn't really matter to him - although it was a magic weapon, in terms of sharpness, it might not be as good as this dagger.For those who really need it, the value between the two is really hard to define and compare.

It's a pity that Potlem is an aborigine from another world. If he was the audience on Earth in the live broadcast room, he would probably have shouted a word by now.

"What bike do you want!"

(End of this chapter)