Chapter 1570: Master Claude

One thing, because it is in your hands all the year round and treated as a private property by you, but one day, the owner of the thing came and came to deal with you with something that you thought belonged to you. What is your mood?
I can't realize it, but the Elf Queen must be able to realize that she now has a stiff face and a pensive look. The delicate hands on her legs are shaking slightly, and they are constantly clenching, loosening, and then clenching.
This is only when a person is in an extremely bad mood and emotionally unstable.
Emily, sitting next to me, didn’t see everything about your Majesty. Her left hand was gently squeezed on my right guard, and her right hand was gently clasped on the hilt of the saber, although she knew that there was no danger here. , She doesn't need to use the sword, but the action of stroking the sword is already deep in her bones and has become a habit that can't be erased in a lifetime.
I can't help but admire slightly: what a full-time adventurer, what a dedicated personal guard.
After sighing lightly, I withdrew my gaze again and turned back to the Queen.
The scene is still dull, as if on the bottom of the sea, it is slightly suffocating.
Cough!
I cleared my throat, and instantly, six eyes and three sharp eyes pierced my whole body.
Lowering my gaze subconsciously, avoiding the dazzling sight, I said: "I'm sorry to disturb you, but I am a little hungry when the meal starts."
As soon as these words came out, the three pairs of sharp eyes eased instantly, and the first to speak was Master Hall. He touched his sparse beard and nodded: "Xiao Yi said that, I am also a little hungry, how about you?"
Master Dewey exhaled softly and said: "Yes, I'm hungry too."
As he said, he took out the pocket watch from his arms, took a lot of glances, and said, "It's too early. Or else have lunch first and discuss things later. I wonder what your Majesty's intention is?"
The elf queen pondered for a moment, and said: "...Okay."
When I opened the submarine door, a moist and rustic smell rushed toward my face, and it made me cough.
Emily, who was following me, lowered her head slightly, and put her small face close to my collar, which was considered a disaster.
Rubbing my nose, I murmured, "The air in this submarine is even better than the outside."
"Of course it's better than the outside air." Master Dewey, who stepped out of the hatch, said with a smile: "The air inside is pure oxygen that has been purified over and over again."
"Oh?" I couldn't help wondering: "Is there a purification device?"
Master Dewey laughed and said nothing.
I instantly understood that it was not a purification device at all, but the power of ancient words.
The palace restaurant.
In the huge space, there are a few giant dining tables. The other open spaces are either sculptured flowers and plants to enhance the atmosphere, or finely crafted gemstone rockery.
Fort Witch is rich in ore, which is well known on the mainland. However, some precious ores such as diamonds, aquamarine, blood drop stone, agate and obsidian are used as enchantments to decorate rockery ponds. For over.
The Elf Queen looked around with a surprised look, frowned slightly, and said, "Fort Vitch is worthy of being the country's largest ore-rich country. Even the rockery pond dotted with the restaurant is full of enchanted gems."
Master Dewey waved his hand and said, "Enchanting gems can only be used when enchanting. Other times, they are just gems that look good."
The Elf Queen frowned again, and said solemnly: "Master Dewey never thought of forging a few more enchanted weapons, even if they are not sold, they can be used as rewards and given to courtiers."
Master Dewey shook his head and said: "Whatever gift to a courtier, I am a courtier, wherever I am qualified to give others things. Furthermore, I am not an expert in the forging industry. I can't make money back."
"In this case, why don't you ask the master craftsman to cast a few more, it is better than using it to build mountains and fill ponds."
Master Dewey chuckled and said, "I'm not afraid of your jokes, there are very few masters in Fort Vitch that can forge enchanted weapons."
"Isn't there a master who can forge magic weapons?" The elf queen asked puzzled: "Is the master too old to swing a hammer?"
"You said Master Claude?" Master Dewey shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I disappeared a few years ago, and no one has found the trace of his old man."
I took a look at Master Dewey's lost expression, and wondered: "Who is Master Claude?"
Master Dewey stretched out his hand and slapped me, and said angrily: "I'm telling you to read more, don't you even know Master Claude, the greatest blacksmith in Fort Witch!"
I was quite aggrieved at the time: "What does this have to do with studying? Besides, did you look at me as if I had money to study in college?"
Master Dewey did not continue to scold me. While he poured a glass of wine on his own, he slowly said, "Master Cloud, that's the most legendary master in Fort Witchc..."
Master Claude is not a born forger. He dreamed of becoming an adventurer in his childhood and youth, but his purpose of becoming an adventurer was not to upgrade and become stronger and defend his country, but to become famous and make a fortune. Surrounded by beautiful women, enjoy a comfortable life.
There is nothing wrong with his idea, but the key is that he wants to be famous, and he still refuses to work hard to upgrade.
By coincidence, he was blocking a slender and handsome young girl, and he wanted to invite her to drink tea and talk about life, and then secretly wipe the oil, but unexpectedly, the girl’s male partner was nearby, so he hooked up with the girl. If it failed, it turned into a tragic fight.
Although both of them are dwarves, but Claude is idle all day long, how can he be the opponent of the dwarf who spends all day spamming and fighting monsters. After a blast, Claude is scarred, lying on the ground motionless, like a dead dog.
The man walked away with the beauty, and all the spectators disappeared. No one liked to take care of this guy who didn't do anything on weekdays and only asked for trouble.
It didn't take long before it was night. It was late autumn when the underground was cold and people could freeze to death.
Master Crowder was bruised all over his body, he didn't even have the energy to get up, let alone find a place to shelter from the cold...
"What about Master Cloud's parents?" I interrupted Master Dewey, puzzled.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you that Master Claude's parents died early, and he has a single seedling in the family. Fortunately, his parents have some property, so they can avoid the tragic situation of being reduced to the streets."
I nodded and continued to listen quietly.
At that time, Master Crowder was cold and hungry, and his body was seriously injured. He was unable to crawl at all. He could only lie on the ground like a dead dog and wait to die.
At this moment, a middle-aged dwarf slowly walked in front of him, took off his coat, wrapped Master Claude, and sighed earnestly, saying: "Some people only move their eyelids, but his thoughts But they can travel the world. Some people are strong but don’t want to make progress. His mind will only be paralyzed on the wheelchair. The former will be remembered forever, while the latter, even if the name is carved into the stone, will eventually decay. You have the heart, and you want to understand, come to me and my house is in the innermost part of the alley before freezing to death this night."
The middle-aged dwarf pointed out the direction, and dropped another bag of spirits on the ground before striding away.
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