Chapter 1168: Excuse me, can I borrow a knife?

"Dish... kitchen knife?" The dwarf guy sneaked a bit. Although he followed Roma master for half a year, he received many famous guests every day. He had heard many strange requests, but the kitchen knife was still the first. I heard it once.

Yes.
McGonagall nodded and added:
It’s the kitchen knife that the chef used to cut the ingredients when cooking.

"Master Roma said, I don't see any guests today, and I won't accept any orders from anyone. You still have to go back." The young man shook his head. This human chef probably didn't figure out the situation. He usually came to the master. It is a master, in order to create a weapon for pickpockets, and his request is to create a kitchen knife.
"Working with a grudge." McGonagall insisted.
The guy looked at McGonagall’s firm eyes and thought about it. He nodded. "Well, then I will help you, but you should not expect too much."
"It's working." McGonagall nodded.
The guy turned to the door, and the interior of the weapon shop looked much more empty than the outside, but there was no light, only two dimly lit wall lights, making the interior look a little dim.
A teenage blacksmith stood in front of the fire and struggled to wave the heavy hammer in his hand and beat the red iron piece into a flat shape.
A gray-haired dwarf old man sat on an iron bench in front of the fire, the pipe in his mouth was burned out, and his eyes looked at the sparks jumping in the fire.
"Master Roma." The young man stepped forward and cried cautiously.
The old man took a moment to look up, the red rosacea collapsed, his brow wrinkled, and some were impatient: "What? The annoying guys haven't gone yet?"
"No, they have already left, but there is a chef who claims to be from the city of chaos. I want you to make a kitchen knife for him. Please let me know." The little man said quickly, his eyes sneaked The expression of the master felt that he was going to be tired by the guy at the door.
"The kitchen knife?" Master Roma showed a sigh of relief. It seemed to have thought of something. The voice suddenly doubled. "You mean, there is a guy outside, let me give him a kitchen knife?"
The young man started to sweat on his forehead and suddenly regretted why he had to inform the guy about the kitchen knife. He might lose the opportunity to continue working in the master workshop of Roma, but he was only watched by the master of Roma. Nodded hard to the scalp.
"Hey! I started to learn to forge at the age of five. I didn't use the kitchen knife or the for the first time at the age of eight. For four hundred years, I have counted how many weapons I have built, but none of them are called weapon weapons. Now Someone even asked me to play a kitchen knife? Does this mean that I am no longer able to do it?!" Master Rom slammed the iron frame over the side, and the iron frame hung with unfinished weapons crashed to the ground and made a noise. .
The elementary schooler who was on the side of the iron slowly put down the hammer in his hand and looked at the little man with a worried look.
The guy panicked and his voice trembled: "I... I will let him go."
"No need! Let's roll, get out!" Master Roma said.
"Yes." The young man and the elementary schooler responded with a sigh of relief, and did not dare to clean up the mess, and hurried toward the door.
Meg, standing at the door, passed through the hidden door and clearly heard the movement inside. He looked at the two guys who hurried out of the door and closed the door, and suddenly felt awkward.
"Let's go, Mr. Roma will not see you." The little guy looked at McGonagall in a complicated way, then looked down with another little guy with frustration, and the backs of both seemed to be a bit lonely.
"Father, why aren't they happy?" Amy asked inexplicably.
"They may have lost their jobs because their father was being taught by the Master." McGonagall looked at the backs of the two and felt that they might have to look for opportunities to compensate them.
Until the back of the two disappeared at the end of the street, McGonagall regained his gaze and looked at the old workshop.
"System, this kitchen knife must be forged by Master Roma? Is it feasible to change a high-grade forging?" McGonagall asked in his heart.
"Master Roma is the first forging master of the world. His forging skills are unparalleled. Only the kitchen knife he forged can achieve the effect of being indispensable. It is also a good kitchen knife that can accompany the host for a lifetime. Therefore, the host must ask for it. Master Mu for you to make a kitchen knife, the task can be successful." The system replied.
"System, your task is unreasonable, people simply look down on the forged kitchen knife, this is an impossible task." McGonagall resisted.
"On the road to becoming a kitchen god, I will always encounter all kinds of troubles, I hope the host can actively overcome it, come on!" The system encourages and then disappears completely.
"Rely on." McGonagall rolled his eyes and looked at the closed door and fell into meditation.
In the blacksmith shop, Roma looked at the mess of the land, sighed deeply, and re-slid back into the chair, staring at the fire.
He has never left this forging workshop in his life. At the age of five, he followed his father to learn to forge. At the age of six, he was able to forge the best kitchen knives and hoes of Eisen Ironberg. At the age of eight, he began to forge weapons, and he was out of control.
Tiandujian was forged by a knight who came from afar when he was twenty years old.
The sword, it took him a full year to forge it.
The young knight, holding the sword in the northern part of the Terran territory, established great feats, stifled many powerful people, and also made him the attention of the world, becoming a famous forging master.
For hundreds of years, a weapon was forged from his hands and turned into a murderous weapon in the hands of a strong man.
His reputation has become louder and louder. Ten strongmen lined up to find his forged weapons. The nobles of all ethnic groups succumbed to the noble heads and only asked for a weapon he had forged.
Even in the years of racial chaos, he still has not left his forging workshop, immersed in forging, giving those strong men a powerful weapon, and he has made a name on the Nolan continent. The name of his first forging master.
He didn't know what he wanted, but he enjoyed the feeling of being immersed in forging. He was even more obsessed with the success of forging, watching the sense of accomplishment when he took out the weapon of the gods.
Just two years ago, when I woke up one morning, he suddenly couldn't remember what he did yesterday, and even forgot the sword that was forged yesterday. How many hammers have been hammered and how many processes have passed.
This is undoubtedly fatal for a forgemaster.
He can no longer complete the forging of a weapon independently, but he is not willing to expose this to anyone.
So he began to become irritable and irritated, driving the most familiar apprentice away, no longer accepting new orders, and not handing over a weapon for two years.
The life of four hundred years old seems to be coming to an end.
Roma knew this thing himself, but he did not want to admit it.
He is willing to fall on his forging table one day, and he will never want to die like this.
"Excuse me, can I borrow a knife?" At this moment, a knock on the door and a soft, lovely voice came from the door.