The weapons I forge are absolutely flawless.

Even Venere had to take a second look.

Not brothers.

Isn't what you're doing making things more dangerous?

Wiener was at a loss for words.

But he had to admit that they were indeed pleasing to the eye.

"Vina, do you think this can be fixed?"

Felix handed a badly damaged iron sword to Vina.

"Let me be healthy."

Wiener took the iron sword.

Judging from the wear on the blade, it was forged no more than two years ago, and the material is extremely ordinary.

However, the blade is riddled with pits and chips, and the internal wear is also extremely severe, proving that it was used very frequently.

From a professional perspective, a sword like this, which is not uncommon to break at any time, does not require much repair.

“Rather than the cost of repair, I would suggest you get a new sword,” Viner kindly advised.

“I know.” Felix didn’t seem surprised. “I’ve consulted other blacksmiths before, and they gave the same advice.”

"But this sword has special meaning for me, so..."

Felix looked at Vina with an expectant gaze.

"10 credits."

Wiener conceded defeat and offered a price.

This was his first time making a bid, and he was a little nervous.

While wandering around the academy earlier, Wiener had learned a little about the situation.

The training-grade iron weapons used in general freshman instruction can be replaced free of charge if damaged.

Standard steel equipment that can be used in actual combat can be exchanged for new ones at the cost of 10 credits, provided that the number of replacements is not too frequent.

The definition of frequent is five handles per year.

Only when the quota is exceeded, or if a custom weapon is planned, will the student and the blacksmith determine the price separately.

The iron sword that Felix took out was just a very ordinary model in terms of both material and craftsmanship, not much different from the training sword that was given away for free.

The requirement of ten credits was because Wiener did not want to set his craft fee too low.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Vena!" Upon hearing the price, Felix pulled out his student card without hesitation.

Wiener also took out her own student card. The two student cards touched lightly, and ten credits were credited to her account.

"Then please come in and wait a moment."

With the deal done, the other party's status briefly changed from neighbor to employer, and Wiener naturally felt embarrassed to leave the other party standing at the door any longer, so he stepped aside.

"This sword is quite badly damaged. I will repair it while preserving its original appearance as much as possible. It will take about half an hour."

"Please find a place to sit for a while."

“Okay.” Felix nodded obediently, telling Vena not to worry too much about him.

After exchanging greetings, Venere walked to the workbench with his iron sword.

First, he adjusted the furnace temperature to a suitable level, and then took a closer look at the iron sword in his hand during the interval when the temperature was rising.

Since the decision has been made to repair it, a thorough assessment of the extent of the damage must first be conducted.

Gap, bend, rust—no defective part escaped Wiener's eyes.

Wiener first used sandpaper to carefully rub away the rust on the surface, and then placed the iron sword into the furnace to heat it.

On the red-hot sword, irregular patterns are faintly visible; these are internal damages to the iron sword and the most challenging part of the repair process.

Unlike reforging, repair work cannot be done simply by forging iron ingots, as this would only render the already fragile blade completely unusable.

The key to the repair lies in targeted repairs to the blade to restore its original integrity and sturdiness.

Wiener took out a box of fine iron powder from the side and carefully poured it into the cracks in the iron sword, making sure that every crack was tightly filled with iron powder.

Once every crack was filled with iron powder, Wiener lifted the heavy forging hammer.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Sparks flew everywhere.

P.S.: Thanks to Lixin for the razor blades and spicy snacks! (^^*)

Chapter 20 Hook

"knock off."

After the final polishing process was completed, the longsword revealed its original metallic luster, and the nicks that were once visible everywhere had now completely disappeared.

Wiener looked at the longsword in his hand with satisfaction, but the engraving on the back of his hand suddenly lit up.

"Snapped!"

Wiener reacted quickly, slapping his right hand onto the back of his left to block the light emitted by Gondoraf.

However, this does not negate the effect produced by the emblem.

To stab, to stab, to chop, to cut.

They faced wooden stakes as opponents, human opponents as opponents, and Warcraft opponents as opponents.

He honed his swordsmanship day after day.

A series of images flashed through Wiener's mind like a revolving lantern.

Fortunately, this time, Vena's consciousness was not directly sucked in as it had been when facing the Dull Blade Slayer; it only lasted for a moment before returning to normal.

To onlookers, he was just momentarily lost in thought.

Before the memories in his mind could be fully digested, Viner vaguely felt that his understanding of swordsmanship had improved slightly.

This sword is extremely ordinary in both forging and material, and it has been used for no more than two years. The contents recorded on it are only its past.

Its owner is Felix, which means...

Uh, where are they?

Felix, who had been sitting quietly watching Viner repair the longsword, had disappeared without a trace.

Wiener quickly looked around.

Felix neither hid nor concealed anything; instead, like a child who had discovered something good and wanted to show it off, he picked up a sword and ran up to Vina.

"Vina, did you forge this sword as well?"

"Who else could appear in my workshop if not something I crafted... Damn! Put it down, put it down!"

As Viner instinctively answered, she suddenly realized what Felix was holding and immediately shouted.

"Oh."

Upon hearing Venere's instructions, Felix promptly released his grip.

The weapon in his hand fell to the ground, creating another gash in the otherwise flat ground.

The sword that Felix spoke of was none other than the cleaver, Dun, which Vener had just awakened.

Are you hurt? Is anything bothering you?

Viner rushed to Felix and began to examine him without any hesitation.

"Ugh, it itches."

The sudden touch made Felix feel a little uncomfortable, but he didn't show any rejection because he felt that what Wiener did was out of concern.

"I just saw what looked like a sword stuck in the ground, so I pulled it out to take a look."

"This sword is amazing! I've never seen such a sharp sword before."

"Hey, Vena, could you forge me a sword like this sometime?"

Felix stared at Viner with shining eyes.

“Felix.” Compared to Felix’s excited expression, Venere appeared very serious.

"I forgot to remind you before, so I don't blame you. But if you want to work in my workshop again in the future, you'll have to follow my rules."

"Do not touch anything in the workshop without my permission. It's not that I'm stingy, but some of the weapons themselves have hidden dangers."

"Like that sword I just asked you to put down, it's extremely dangerous. If used carelessly, it can cause anything from mental confusion to paralysis."

"Is...is it really that serious?"

Felix turned pale at Viner's words and asked timidly.

"It could be even more serious than that."

Wiener's tone left no room for argument, and he then handed the repaired iron sword to Felix.

"Check it over, are you satisfied?"

"Ah, it's already fixed!"

Felix, having just received the iron sword, immediately put the matter behind him.

His eyes were immediately drawn to the iron sword in his hand. The blade was as smooth as a mirror, and the original nicks and damage were nowhere to be seen, replaced by a brand-new metallic luster.

Felix gently swung the iron sword, feeling how smoothly the blade sliced ​​through the air, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

“That’s fantastic, Venus! It looks brand new!” Felix exclaimed excitedly.

After receiving a satisfactory answer, Wiener nodded and said, "I'm glad you like it."

"You are my first customer in the academy, which is fate. If you need to come to me again in the future, I can give you the biggest discount."

"How many credits do you need to exchange for this sword?" Felix asked impatiently, pointing to the blunt blade stuck in the ground.

"No, this sword is still too dangerous."

Wiener crossed his arms in a prohibition gesture, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.

"Good."

Felix's expectations were instantly dashed, and he smacked his lips in frustration.

"However... if you can prepare the materials later, I can make another one for you."

Wiener softened his tone slightly and offered an alternative.

"Then it's settled!"

Felix's eyes lit up again, and he stretched out a hand.

“?” Wiener asked, puzzled.

"Pinky promise, pinky promise! Pinky promise, never to break it for a hundred years!"

Felix took Venus's right hand and hooked his little fingers together, muttering something under his breath.

Then, as if he had accomplished some important mission, he smiled and looked at Wiener.

"Now no one can go back on their word. Sorry for disturbing you tonight, see you tomorrow, Venus."

With that, he took the iron sword that Vina had repaired in his arms, turned around, and left.

Wiener looked at his right hand.

It smells so good... Wait a minute! Doesn't this make me sound like a pervert?

Wiener stared at his right hand, which was linked with Felix's, and fell into deep thought.

When he was a child, he seemed to have made pinky promises with others like that.

But perhaps because I've been in this world for too long, my childhood memories have become completely blurred.

I can't remember who I made the pinky promise with, nor can I remember whether it happened in this life or a previous life.