"It's right...it's time to cheer up again...so Enid! How should I exercise next? Do you need to help you find some ingredients for special dishes?"

Since he decided to prove himself again, Daren immediately asked with fighting spirit.

"Why do you ask me?" The girl with freckles on her face pouted dissatisfiedly, "I am not an omniscient goddess, nor a powerful warrior. Of course, you have to decide how to exercise. Also, don't think about special dishes all day long. When you didn't eat them before, have you also defeated Little Hans through your own efforts?"

"Dalen, you have to get used to relying on yourself. Prophecy is not a omnipotent magic, and you also know that my prophecy is effective at the same time..."

Enid's words made Daren stunned.

"Do to myself..." He repeated twice, then nodded with deep consent, grabbed his sword and shield and went out.

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Standing at the intersection and without hesitation for too long, Daren turned to the direction of the blacksmith shop.

Since there is no good idea for the time being, I will continue to train according to the previous method of Lord Orwell... However, before going to the training ground to chop the poor scarecrow, Dell had to re-sharpen the already dull iron sword! Cutting a large number of white cocoons and fighting wild beasts and monsters had already left it covered in bruises.

It's not cost-effective to buy another iron sword.

I asked Grandpa Hans to borrow a whetstone and polish it by himself. I could continue to use it, but I could save at least 200 copper cloth ratio!

My father was gone early, my mother was blind and weak, and even if the brunette boy was careless, he still knew the most basic frugality!

"Dangdang...dangdang!"

"Dangdang...dangdang!"

Before I even arrived at the blacksmith shop, I heard a rhythmic knocking sound from afar, light and heavy.

Daren seemed to have seen Grandpa Hans's thick arm swinging the forging hammer - the water mice stomped on the wind wheel, and a row of bellows were blowing neatly at the crucible, spraying out a warm wind, and iron bars with uneven dark red spots on the surface bounced back and forth on the anvil, like red trout falling on the shore, with its mouths opening and closing, spitting out sparks.

The Blacksmith shop is definitely one of the mysterious places that boys in the small village of Dore are most yearning for.

In the boys' hearts, Grandpa Old Hans is like a magician. The ugly iron blocks can always be turned into various useful utensils in his hands, from sickles, shovels and other farm tools, to weapons such as swords, axes and bows, to helmets, breasts, shields, and almost no metal utensils that Old Hans can't make.

His size is also an alien among the old men - unlike those old men who trembled with crutches as if a gust of wind could blow down, the old man was over 60 years old but still strong. In addition to being short, his strong muscles were not even inferior to Orwell.

It is said that when Old Hans was young, he worked as a blacksmith in a larger and richer place, and later moved back to the small village of Door to retire.

Hans' family is both blacksmiths, which is a respectable craft. It is said that powerful blacksmiths even adventurers should be respectful. Daren remembers that Uncle Hans seems to work in the blacksmith shop in the Belita Market. Little Hans also learned blacksmith skills from his grandfather Hans since he was a child. This enviable mysterious craft is undoubtedly one of the important reasons why he became the children king in the small village of Dore.

However, Little Hans himself seemed to be not very interested in this craft. He boasted that his blacksmith skills were mostly because of vanity, and he seemed to want to become an axe warrior more!

With a random thought, Daren walked into the blacksmith shop.

There was a wave of heat coming towards us, and the temperature here seemed to be three degrees higher than the scorching sun outside.

"Oh, it's Dellen!" Old Hans' attitude was very kind. He was shorter than Dellen, and he was buried in piles of iron tools and could hardly see his head. However, the sound of full air was very clear, "Why did you come to me? Should you buy farm tools or find Hans to play with?"

"Uh, I just want to borrow a whetstone."

"Haha, no problem! It's right at the door, I'm using it to jamm the corner...you can get it yourself."

After borrowing something smoothly, Deren simply knelt on one knee at the door, found a comfortable position, picked up the iron sword and polished it hard.

Once again, sparks flew everywhere, and the rhythm gradually coincided with the sound of the bellows in the blacksmith shop.

suddenly.

"Huh? Why is the temperature not enough?" A strange self-talk came from the depths.

Daren looked back in confusion and saw a big hand suddenly stretching out from the pile of iron tools in the messy other party. He grabbed an iron bar in his hand and hit the "wind wheel" hard - it was a closed cage similar to a water wheel in the shape of a mill, with more than a dozen restless water mice running desperately inside.

Their running drives the rotation of the cage, transmitted through a series of complex metal structures that Daren does not recognize, and ultimately drives the push and pull of the bellows.

The hit water mice panicked and ran harder.

Daren heard the crackling sound in the furnace, which was the sound of dry firewood burning violently, but the temperature in the room continued to drop, so obviously that Daren, who was sitting at the door, could feel it.

"Damn it, what's wrong?" With a scream of furiousness, the owner of the voice finally appeared.

A strong old man who was only one meter four at most went around... He circled around the wind wheel for a while, knocked here, looked there, and stared at him, but found no problems.

So he left the wind wheel and went to check the furnace, but still found no abnormality. The short and strong old man panted and stomped his feet, and his forehead was leaping with blue veins, gradually showing signs of being furious like thunder!

Seeing that the situation was not good, Daren wisely put down the whetstone and planned to leave quietly - he had heard of the moody old Hans. It is said that when he failed to build a powerful weapon, little Hans' cry often came from the blacksmith shop. I don't know if he was scared or...

In short, when Old Hans is in a bad mood, it is better for the children to stay away.

But just after Deren left the blacksmith shop, he didn't go far and suddenly fell to the ground!

The brunette boy's expression seemed extremely painful, and he rolled on the ground. If you pay attention, you will find that his skin began to turn red like cooked shrimps, and even a faint white smoke appeared on the ends of his hair. His teeth were bitten unconsciously, and his throat made a suffocating "clog".

A burnt smell gradually appeared in the air.

Fortunately, this strange phenomenon came and went quickly... After a while, as Daren took a sudden breath, he finally returned to his normal breathing! He took a big breath of cold air. At that moment, he felt that his internal organs were burning, as if there was a large stove in his body continuously releasing heat outside!

Daren swore that he even saw flames jumping in front of him, and his body and clothes seemed to be burning, but now he looked closely and found nothing happened, no burns, and his clothes were still intact.

It seems like everything is an illusion...
Chapter completed!