The Black Duke of the Pirate

"You are quite willing to melt this sword." The old man named Jialuo said inexplicably, and he seemed to still have a lot of feelings for [Jialuo Zunzun]. After all, it was a weapon forged by himself.

"To me, there's a reason this weapon needs to be restored."

Seeing Reinhardt's insistence, Jialuo didn't say anything. Since [Jialuo Zhizun] was given to him, it was up to him to decide how to deal with it.

Reinhardt followed Gallo to a yard surrounded by a simple fence. Chickens, ducks, and some vegetables were raised in the yard.

There is an oven in the center of the yard, and there is a bellows beside the oven. In addition, there are many simple supporting facilities, just like a small blacksmith shop.

"It hasn't been used for a long time, and it will take a long time to re-fire it." Old Man Gallo walked to the oven and started to work. Reinhard handed both weapons to him and helped him.

Gallo was busy for a while and then said to Reinhardt: "Should we keep the original shape of this knife, or should we change it to a different shape?"

"Can I change my appearance?" Reinhardt was stunned for a moment.

"Of course, although the characteristics of the demon sword will be retained after recasting, it can also be said to be a new weapon that can be molded according to your own ideas." Garro nodded, and Reinhard pondered for a while.

Although the shape of the katana is good, it has not always been his favorite.

"Is this possible?" After thinking for a while, Reinhard simply drew the outline of a sword blade on the ground, but Gallo shook his head: "It's not clear like this."

Gallo walked to the room next to him, took a piece of paper and a pen and handed them to Reinhard: "Just draw an outline."

For a master swordsman like him, as long as he has a simple outline of the weapon, he can restore the original appearance of the weapon.

Reinhard took the pen and paper, and the shape of the often-used long sword gradually took shape in his mind, so he started drawing on the paper. After a while, the simple outline of a long sword finally took shape.

Jialuo took the paper and read it.

It is a long sword with a length of 1.5 meters. The length, width, and thickness are marked on the drawing. The hilt is close to 30 centimeters, and the sword blade is close to 120 centimeters. The blade narrows from wide to the width near the hilt.

The blade is about 7CM, the narrowing point is less than 5CM, and the thickness of the blade is 1CM.

There is an obvious raised line in the middle of the sword body, which divides the blade into two inclined planes. The same is true for the other side of the blade. Thirty centimeters near the hilt, there is a black oriental dragon painted on it. This black dragon pattern seems to be

It is to inherit the black dragon pattern on the blade of [Jialuo Chizun].

The sword stand of this sword is very narrow, only two centimeters wider than the blade. The sword body is straight as a whole. It is an out-and-out straight-edged sword. Compared with the katana sword, it not only looks much more refined, but also more elegant.

He has a kind of righteousness and domineering temperament, which seems to be the temperament of a king.

"This sword..." Jialuo was stunned for a moment. His old eyes stayed on the paper for a long time. Although he felt that the pattern was distorted, it had a different kind of temperament.

"This is the weapon I want. It is upright, upright, and domineering. When it is in the sheath, it is simple and unpretentious. When it is out of the sheath, it will show its sharpness!" Reinhardt said softly.

Crown uniform and long sword, this was what he had in mind.

Jialuo nodded: "I will try my best to make this weapon according to the drawings you drew."

About half a day later, the preliminary work of forging was finally completed, and Gallo got busy. But before that, Gallo asked Reinhard and me: "If you ask me to stop working now, it's still too late."

Reinhardt looked at the [Kara Chisun] and [Fengqi] in Garo's hands and understood what he meant. After all, [Kara Chisun] is a very powerful weapon, and it is only one step away from the black sword.

remote.

He knew that if [Jia Luo Zhi Zun] became a black sword, then the status of this sword could rise to another level.

"Forget it..." After thinking for a while, Reinhard still shook his head, "Let's melt it."

Seeing that his tone was firm and Jialuo didn't say anything, he started to get busy.

Late at night, the firelight in the courtyard kept flickering, and the sound of steel beating continued to be heard. The sound of beating did not stop all night long.

In the early morning of the next day, Jialuo was still forging weapons and stayed up all night, which didn't seem to leave much fatigue on the old man.

Another half day passed, the sun was right overhead, and the fire in the courtyard continued to burn.

Gallo stopped what he was doing, took a bottle of water from Reinhardt, and after drinking it, he began to gasp quickly, "When people are old, if they were young, these tasks would be effortless at all."

"I'll do the blacksmithing work," Reinhard said as he continued to pant.

However, Jialuo shook his head: "You don't know how to cast, and you don't know how to use the best force. If you use force rashly, the material will be destroyed."

Having said this, Jialuo said again: "Your sword is more complicated than I imagined."

"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Garro." Reinhard thanked him sincerely.

Dang-dang-dang... the sound of hammering continued again.

"I didn't expect that there would be such a skilled knifemaker hidden in the corner of the northern cemetery."

At this moment, a sudden voice came over. Reinhard turned his head subconsciously and saw a tall man standing at the entrance of the courtyard. He had a smile on his face and his eyes were fixed on Jia Luo who continued to forge.

On the body.

This man... Reinhard could feel an unusual pressure from this man. Was he too distracted, or was this guy's domineering power so powerful that he didn't even notice it...

This man had an airplane haircut, his eyes were squinted as if he had not woken up, and he was wearing a circle-patterned Wano costume, a cape, and a samurai sword hanging from his waist. His cheeks were red, and he seemed to be drunk.

"Orochi's warrior?"

Garro ignored the man and Reinhardt spoke.

Hearing this voice, the man's eyes fell on Reinhardt: "Are you the assassin who killed the big snake?"

"No." Reinhardt replied.

He rejected the sword. The man continued to look at Reinhard, and after a while he began to draw the sword: "You killed the imperial fans, right?"

"Want to take action? Samurai..." Reinhard smiled.

The man in the head of the plane glanced at Garo who was blacksmithing, and continued: "Wano Country Samurai, Kuang Shirou."

It's very much like introducing yourself when meeting an enemy.

"Go out and fight." Reinhard nodded and walked out of the courtyard, but before leaving, he heard Gallo shout: "Wait..."

Reinhardt and Kuangshilang both looked at Garro in confusion.

"Absoluteness among warriors always requires a handy sword."

With that said, Jialuo stopped what he was doing and walked towards the room next to him. As he walked, he said, "It will take at least two days to complete your new weapon. I will lend you a weapon first..."