Chapter 1780: Master Sherlock

A father must have a daughter.
The orc king is bold, unruly, and domineering, as is his daughter Kagali.
Looking at the attitude of Mafro and his daughter to others, they are almost the same.
They all have an inexplicable confidence, especially when dealing with strangers like me.
Daphne's father just glanced at me lightly, and then what he should do, just muttered: "Daphne, take care of your guests."
Daphne replied, and poured a cup of tea for me and Boss Rennes separately, and a cup of tea for herself and father. Then, holding the tea cup, she sat across from me and looked at me quietly.
The light green pupils hidden behind the depth lens are calm as if a dead water without waves, but this dead water still has a faint look and full of life.
I was a little hairy by her calm eyes, I couldn't help holding up the cup, covering my face, and lowering my eyelids, deliberately not looking at her.
Daphne should have seen what I meant, but she still went her own way and didn't look away for a moment.
"Daphne" Mr. Mafro said to his daughter: "Come and help."
"Come on" Daphne's voice was as weak as a mosquito: "What's the matter?"
"Mr. Sherlock will come and get the materials in a while. I can't do it now. You can help to get the materials out and put them in a pile."
"Oh" Daphne answered, glanced at me again, lowered her head to clean up silently.
Boss Ren and I, who were left aside by Mafro and his daughter, looked a little embarrassed.
Boss Renn didn't say anything, still holding the tea cup to drink tea, but I couldn't sit still, leaned forward and sat up from the chair, and said, "Uncle, since you are very busy, then we will leave first."
However, as soon as this sentence was finished, I regretted it a little.
The term "uncle" is a bit too intimate for the elders who met for the first time, especially this elder who also misunderstood that I had an unclear relationship with his daughter.
Sure enough, I just got worried here, and Mr. Mafro over there said, "You are the first friend of the opposite that Daphne brought back. I think the relationship between you two is very good. Since you are already a family, you don’t have to be too I'm born."
Still misunderstood.
I squirmed my lips, did not refute, but sat down honestly again.
There was not much meeting, and there was a knock on the door. Mr. Mafro said, "Mr. Sherlock must be here, Daphne, go and meet him."
Daphne responded and walked quickly. After a while, a slightly hoarse voice came over: "Little Daphne, how are everything I want?"
"It's done, Mr. Sherlock" Daphne said calmly, "I just have to sort them out."
"Okay," the hoarse male said: "Then I'll wait for a while."
Soon, a thin, somewhat familiar figure appeared before my eyes.
I glanced intently, and suddenly happy: Hey, it turned out to be him!
Speaking of which, I really had a relationship with this thin old man in front of me.
At that time, I was still a wandering adventurer, with no savings, and the money I earned every day was either used to eat or drink or to maintain weapons.
In fact, thinking about it now, there is really no need to repair the weapon at that time-it was an iron piece, not even the blade opened.
Sherlock nodded to Daphne, touched a chair with ease, sat down, and picked up the teapot and cup. The tea was being poured here, and she suddenly noticed a person sitting in front of him, and looked at herself with complicated eyes. Frowning, I was about to speak, but my eyes were fixed on my face. I was dumbfounded. The teapot in my hand also forgot to collect. The tea slowly filled the cup, and then it flowed down the edge of the cup. Not only did he wet his cuffs, but also his crotch.
It took a long time before Sherlock came back to his senses, and dropped the teapot and cup on the table with a strange cry, jumped up from the chair, and patted the water stains on his body.
However, there were too many water stains, and it happened to gather in his crotch, making it as if he was incontinent.
He frowned, stared at his crotch, and then raised his head. The two eyes were as round as glass balls, and he lost his voice: "You... it's you!"
"It's been a long time, old sir" I smiled and stood up, stretched out my hand, and said politely: "How are you?"
Sherlock shook hands with me reluctantly. When Mafro and his daughter saw this, they were quite surprised. Mr. Mafro stepped down from the ladder and came close to us and asked, "Do you know each other?"
I smiled and nodded, and said, "Yes, he helped me repair the knife."
"Oh" Mr. Mafro nodded and said, "Mr. Sherlock did work as a craftsman repairing knives for a while before, but he changed his career later."
Sherlock's face turned blue when she heard the words'change career'.
Mr. Mafro quietly looked at Sherlock’s face, and then contemplated the way Sherlock looked at me. He suddenly seemed to understand something, and said in surprise: "Could it be that Mr. Sherlock gave up the knife repair industry because... ...The little girl's boyfriend?"
The girl's boyfriend?
After listening to this title, my whole person is not good.
Sherlock nodded with an ugly expression. Finally, he looked at me and slowly said, "After that, how long have you used that iron bar?"
I chuckled, gave a thumbs up, and said, "It's all based on the master's skill. It has been used for more than a year or two years, but unfortunately, I was overwhelmed and broke."
After hearing what I said, Sherlock's face became a little slow, he sighed, and said: "You are the first one who can use iron bars as a knife, but thanks to you, I understand the hardships of the world."
Before he could finish talking, Mr. Mafro said, "Mr. Sherlock is already a master of foundry. The weapons he built have been praised and snapped up."
Sherlock's expression became more relaxed when he heard Muffro praise him so much.
"The master is the master" I bowed politely and said, "I just don't know how the master's methods compare with the dwarves and goblin forging masters?"
As soon as I heard him being compared with the dwarf and the master goblin forge, Sherlock's expression instantly calmed down, and the color was gone, and he was a little pensive. He twisted his beard and said, "If I compare my skills to the ordinary masters, A good teacher, but if you compare it to Master Claude, it's a far cry."
"Master has seen Master Claude?" I was surprised.
"There have been several fate."
I asked urgently: "Then dare to ask the master, can you still contact Master Cloud now?"
Sherlock squinted at me, eyes filled with doubts.
I suddenly felt that my tone and attitude were not appropriate, and I immediately bowed and said: "That's it. My foster father has been looking for Master Claude's deeds, hoping to bring his old man back to his homeland and support him. After all, Crow Master De is the national treasure of Fort Witchcraft. In case of any accident, it is not only the loss of the forging industry, but also the loss of Fort Witchcraft."
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