Chapter 1982 Magic Weapon Master 1
When I wake up again, my custom is to continue pretending to be asleep, accept the previous plot, and then open my eyes again. Otherwise, if someone sees you awake, work will begin immediately.
But this time it wasn't her turn to close her eyes, because a bucket of cold water poured directly on her face.
"Ahem..." She spit out the water from her nose and mouth and had to wake up.
"You lazy boy, the sun is so high and you're still asleep. Get up and work!" A man cursed loudly and loudly, and there was also the sound of "ding-dong-dang-dang" hammering.
Xining wiped his face with his hands and finally saw clearly.
This is a blacksmith shop similar to that of the Middle Ages. A man with a thick body is holding a sledgehammer, and standing opposite, a young man who looks like an apprentice is forging iron.
"What are you still doing? Go get a bucket of water!" The blacksmith yelled as he struck iron, his voice so loud that he couldn't even cover up the sound of the strike.
Looking at the empty wooden barrel in front of him and the smell of rust on his body, the water poured on him just now must have been used for blacksmithing or quenching.
Your mother, you are pouring dirty water on my sister. Do you know that your sister is the main god?
But this was not the time to get angry. The pain in her body reminded her that her body must have been severely beaten yesterday. From the time she stretched out her hand to pick up the bucket, there were several red scars on her arm as thin as a reed stick. You can see it.
A good man will not suffer immediate losses, and a good god will not be too late to take revenge in ten years.
Carrying the bucket, she walked out.
Outside is a yard with a shabby fence made of split wood. The ground was full of mud, and there were two pigs rolling in the mud and a few chickens walking around. The air was filled with a stink, almost like a toilet. European medieval scene?
The well was in the corner of the yard. Carrying the bucket, I walked over with one foot low and one foot high. Every time I stepped, I felt the muddy water covering my bare feet. There was no cradle or pulley yet, so a bucket tied to a hemp rope was placed on the well.
His stomach is growling with hunger, and his body is still injured. Damn it, Mo Ming, did you do this on purpose?
Mo Ming: "After doing so many tasks that are either rich or noble, I should also experience the life of the lower class humans."
Xining...
The blacksmith inside yelled: "Where's the water? You lazy guy, if you don't bring water, you won't be able to eat today!"
The hemp rope is rough, but the body's hands are equally rough. A bucket of water was brought up and poured into the wooden bucket, and she carried the bucket back.
The barrel is large enough to hold two barrels of water from the well. But she didn't want to fill it up, so she only had half a bucket of water, which was already a bit difficult to carry. If the bucket was full, the return speed would be even slower. If your foot slips again, you will definitely get beaten.
I carried it to the blacksmith and as soon as I put it down, the blacksmith put the newly struck iron into the water. With a "sizzling" sound, the iron was cooled.
The blacksmith put the cooled iron back into the fire, walked to the side, picked up the clay pot and took a drink of water, and then began to curse again: "It's only half a bucket of water, this lazy guy is getting more and more lazy. ”
"Oh, I'll go get it again." She walked out, went to the well and fetched a bucket of water, then returned and poured it into the bucket.
When the blacksmith saw it, he scolded him again: "It takes a long time to get water. Go to the yard and bring some firewood."
Damn it, both you and the apprentice have time to rest, but you have to keep your hands and feet busy. Xining said "Oh" and walked to the yard carrying the bucket. Put the bucket away, go to the other side to move firewood, and accept the plot.
The owner's name is Kali, and like many people here, the common people only have a first name but no surname. There are only a few names that come and go, and if too many people call them, nicknames or regions will be added; such as Long-Legged John, Bald Charlie, and Peter of Botley.
The owner of the body is poor Carly.
Xining...
The body owner is an orphan, she is twelve years old this year. After her parents died two years ago, the strong man Matthew, a magic weapon repairman, took her in.
Magic Weapon Repairer... circle this one as the focus.
This world is a world of magic, and swords are spiritual and alive. They will resonate with the owner who signed the contract and assist the owner in attacking or defending. The strong man Matthew is a junior repairman who restores damaged weapons. But it only applies to weapons that are not "dead". If the weapon is broken or cracked by more than half, and the spiritual energy is destroyed, it will be completely dead. Just like humans, it cannot be injured too seriously.
This world is constantly at war. There are battles between kings competing for territory. There are also battles in the streets and in the woods and wilderness. Weapon wear and tear is normal. The edges were rolled, a piece was broken, and so on. Then you have to take it to a magic weapon repairman, knock it out, and patch it with a piece of iron, so that it can be used again.
If the damage is serious, then intermediate and advanced repairmen will be required to use potions to increase the aura of the magic weapon, and even upgrade the magic power to make it extremely tough. What's more, he can forge a legendary holy sword that can split a horse into two pieces like butter with a sword strike of five meters.
The apprentice-looking one is the son of the strong man Matthew, Little Matthew with Freckles. As the name suggests, he got his name from the fact that his nose is full of freckles.
The strong man Matthew originally planned to adopt the body as a wife to his son. It is not easy to find a wife here, and you need to pay the woman's natal family a sum of money. The more beautiful the girl, the higher the gift.
The money earned as a repairman is considered well-off in terms of the local area. But looking at the body owner, she looks okay, her parents and relatives are all dead, so she can do whatever she wants to her, and she will be fine. In order to save money, it would be good for more than one person to work, so I stayed.
But the strong man Matthew has a bad temper, and he beat away his previous wife. Later I found another one, but was beaten away again. Women are not fools. As long as someone is willing to take her away, who would be willing to be beaten every day.
He simply stopped looking for a wife. When he made money, he went to the nearby tavern to drink, find women, and gamble. Anyway, my daughter-in-law has already prepared some for her son. If there is wine today, he will get drunk the next day.
Gambling money is often lost nine out of ten times. When you lose all your money, you get angry and get angry. The body owner becomes the unlucky punching bag. After a severe beating last night, I cried myself to sleep. The new and old wounds on his body were all inflicted with the leather belt that tied his clothes.
In the previous plot, the body owner was suffering. I originally thought that when I became a daughter-in-law and had a child in my belly, my situation would improve.
As a result, when she was 13 years old, the strong man Matthew lost a bet again and came home drunk. After being beaten with a belt, he lost his nature and gave his body to...
Uh, Xining rubbed his face. He was only 13 years old, and his body was obviously not well developed. How could he do this?
From then on, the body owner's treatment improved. He was not beaten often, and the strong man Matthew no longer went to the tavern to find women to gamble with. But in exchange, the strong man Matthew would often touch the straw pile where she lay...
When the seventeen-year-old Matthew saw it, he couldn't help but do the same thing. The father and son tacitly tortured the body owner as if they were taking turns working the night shift.
When the body owner was 15 years old, she got pregnant! The strong man Matthew made another strange decision to let her marry his son.
Cough, cough, cough... Xining couldn't help but cough. What kind of plot is this called riding a horse? If it were filmed, it would be absolutely ridiculous. Of course this is not the end, there is more to come.
(End of chapter)