Chapter 853 Learn to Let Go

It is winter, the most leisure time. The people in the town were idle and idle, and they all quietly gathered in front of this dilapidated house in Bawente. The blacksmith was well-known in the town, but it was not so crowded. What's more, this season, the business is even more deserted. Occasionally, I also help people repair farm tools or weapons. It is cold in winter, and the blacksmith shop will not open until noon.

There is still more than an hour before noon, and those who are familiar with Bawente know that the old man is still soundly asleep. At this time, people saw that the steward figure walked up several wooden steps, and the wooden steps that were not strong enough creaked. Then he knocked on the door, cleared his throat and called out, "Is Mr. Bawent there?"

Called three times in a row.

Suddenly a window on the second floor opened. Bawent was not bad at his workmanship, he could do anything a carpenter could do. But the window bolts were loosened early, and the window swayed vigorously when the wind was strong, but the old man did not see it. Even the leaks in the roof and missing corners in the chimney, the old blacksmith was indifferent. It seems that for him, it is enough to have a tile to cover his head, and this will make even the most dissolute idler in the town feel inferior.

At this time, the window shook twice, but luckily it didn't fall down, and then an old but gunpowder-smelling voice came from inside: "Which bastard is making such a noise in the morning, he needs to fix things and come back after noon! "

"Well, Mr. Bawent, my master is..." the butler said with a little embarrassment.

An old man with gray hair and a big beard that was whiter than snow even on his chin poked his head out from behind the window and shouted, "It's the same even if the president is here! I..."

He suddenly saw the man standing behind the housekeeper, and swallowed the words in his stomach. The onlookers heard the majestic man nodding and smiling, "Mr. Bawente, how many years have we not seen each other?"

"You are...you are..." Bawent grabbed his white hair and suddenly called out: "You are Mr. Horn? God, why are you here?"

Then he shrank back suddenly, and then there was a sound of hurried footsteps in the room, accompanied by a series of sounds of falling utensils, the door of the house was suddenly opened. The old man in only thin clothes ran out, looked carefully at Horn, and sighed for a long time: "It's really you. Hey, why are you here?"

"I'm asking for something." Horn said with a smile.

"That must not be a good job." Bawent muttered, but he still stood aside and invited the two into the house. Then he yelled at the onlookers: "What are you looking at? Don't tell me I can't have so many rich friends. Get out, I won't be doing business today."

People booed the old man, laughed for a while, and then dispersed. Bawent closed the door, blocking the cold air outside.

Inside the door is his iron shop. There is a stove that does not go out all the year round, and the fire in the mouth of the stove makes the indoor temperature pleasant. An exhaust pipe is directly above the stove, and the exhaust fan in the pipe is humming, exhausting the choking smoke from the room. There are three or five blacksmithing tools next to it, and several templates are hung on the wall, and the breath of life can be seen everywhere.

There were so many sundries in the iron shop that it was hard to find even a place to stay. Bawent casually moved the sundries to the side, cleared an open space, and then pulled the chair he usually sat on and said, "Mr. Horn, please sit down. My place is no worse than your old Ugarle castle. The place is narrow and small." , there is only such a chair, so you can make do with it.”

The chair had been stained with rust and soot for many years, and one leg was still wobbly, looking very weak. Horn didn't seem to know this, so he just sat down, not minding the intimate contact of the rusty soot with the well-made and expensive suit on his body. Bawent took out a bottle of wine from nowhere, drank it himself and said, "Then, what can I do for Mr. Horn?"

"Of course it's something that Mr. Bawent can do, otherwise, I don't want to bother you." Horn glanced at the butler Hai Xin who was behind him. The butler nodded and left the room. After a while, he came back with a long suitcase and put it at Horn's feet. Horn opened it, and the flannelette in the suitcase was divided into two compartments, one long and the other. On the long side lay a broken knife, black and full of iron bumps, it looked like a bad product, and it was still a semi-finished product. A box was placed in the square one, and a faint heat was continuously escaping from the box.

Bawent's eyes fell on the broken knife, and his eyes nearly bulged out. After a long time, he said, "This is Qianjun? Why is it in your hand? Could something have happened to Miss Meilin!"

A whirlwind suddenly blew up in the room, blowing the torches in the stove to falter, and the debris around them danced non-stop. Hai Xin was slightly surprised, but he never thought that this old blacksmith's strength is not low. Horn said indifferently: "Don't worry, General Mei Lin is fine. This Qianjun was given to me by her grandson Alan. Not long ago, Alan's child encountered a strong enemy, causing Qianjun to lose , so he asked me to find someone to fix it. After much deliberation, I think Mr. Bawent is the only one who is qualified to fix Qianjun.”

Bawent was relieved to hear that Meilin was fine. He squatted down, reached out to touch Qianjun lightly, and wiped lightly over the knife. As if immersed in some kind of memory, he sighed: "General Meislin got the extremely rare meteoric iron essence back then, and personally forged this heavy knife. I was just doing it by the side, and this knife was poured into it. General Meislin's emotional will is inside, so I can repair it well. What's more, Qianjun was carved out of that piece of meteorite, from the blade to the handle. Now that it is broken, even if I have a way If you fuse it again, you will lose the charm of the past, which is worse than ordinary swords, so what's the use of continuing?"

Horn smiled, and gently opened the box in the square. When the box was opened, a strong breath of flames rushed towards the face, causing the temperature of the iron shop to rise suddenly. Bawent first shrank his pupils, and then looked into the box. His sight pierced through the enveloping flaming light that kept gushing out like mist, and landed on the Vulcan Heart, which was neither stone nor iron. He said in surprise, "This is..."

"This is the material provided by Alan's child. It is called the Heart of Vulcan. It is a rare source of power spar. I have already measured it. It contains fire source power. No matter the quality or concentration, it is far superior to the The pupil of the prison flame is much taller. If it is used to continue Qianjun, I think after repairing, Qianjun will not only lose its charm, but also be better than before."

Bawent suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed at Vulcan's Heart, and a strand of extremely pure origin power springs out from his fingertips. After this ray of source power was injected into Vulcan's heart, a burning flame suddenly rose from the mouth of the box. The flames were scorching, and there was even a faint rumble in the iron shop, just like the sound of a volcanic eruption. Bawent's face showed surprise, he withdrew his source power and nodded: "This is indeed a rare material. Well, I will try my best. With such a material, there should be no problem in repairing Qianjun. But after that, Qianjun It is no longer Qianjun, and you have to promise me one thing."

"What's up?"

"Let your child named Allen come here in person. He needs to do the final forging in person. Only in this way can there be a relationship between him and Xindao, and Qianjun can be reborn." Bawent said with a serious face. say.

Horn nodded happily: "As soon as he comes back, I will ask him to visit immediately."

"Remember, let him come alone, and don't drive any speeding cars. I don't want to be asked all the time by those chatty guys. You know, they are annoying."

Horn laughed and nodded.

It was already afternoon when we left the small town of Van der West, butler Hai Xin was driving the car, and Horn and Anna were sitting in the back of the car. From beginning to end, Anna did not get out of the car. After hearing that Bawentken took over the work of repairing the broken knife, Anna smiled and said: "Bawente will definitely accept it, let alone the deep relationship between him and General Meisling, and I don't want to see Qianjun broken anyway. What's more, Bawent wants to surpass General Meislin in knife casting skills, so how could he let go of this opportunity to challenge him."

"I think so too." Horn looked at his secret warrior, and said softly, "You should see him."

Anna showed a bitter smile and said, "But he may not be happy to see me."

Horn sighed softly. Since Anna's husband was Bawent's son Lott, their marriage had been strongly opposed by Bawente. Because he knew exactly who Anna was and what kind of work she was engaged in. Bawent would have preferred his son to find an ordinary man, but Lott and Anna ended up getting married. But not long after they got married, Lott was assassinated. That incident was a huge blow to Anna, and Bawent couldn't forgive her even more, and believed that what happened to Lott was because of her relationship.

It was also because of Lot's death and the death of General Meisling that Bawent left the floating island and found a remote town on the surface to live in seclusion. This time, if Horn hadn't asked him for something, he wouldn't have mobilized troops to dig him out. Horn was also well aware of the matter between him and Anna, an old subordinate, and he would not touch the wounds in their hearts unless he had to.

Hearing what Anna said at this moment, Horn said lightly: "Do you think Bawent will not know that you are in the car? With his character, if he didn't want to see you, he would have sent me away with him. How could you 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.”

"Clot is always his only son, and I not only took him away from Bawent, but also made him lose this son forever. He won't forgive me so easily."

"But he is also your husband!" Horn sighed, stretched out his hand to pat Anna and said, "There are some things that have to be let go. Lotte has been dead for so many years, and you have already blamed yourself enough. Anna, you have to learn Just let this go..."

Anna reluctantly nodded, but suddenly her face changed slightly. Horn also seemed to feel something, smiled lightly and said: "I didn't expect that I was already careful, but someone found out my whereabouts."

Anna snorted coldly, "They're just clowns." A cold murderous intent flashed in her eyes.

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