Otherworld Light Brain

Chapter 29: repair

"What kind of weapon is this?" the knight master looked at Witt, who was very excited. He immediately understood that the short sword was not that simple. "It's a magic weapon." Witt finally calmed down, and he said as calmly as possible. "What, magical items?" this time, the knight master Scott couldn't sit. He jumped up and asked, "Sean, where did you get it?" "It's from the teacher." Sean replied honestly, his attitude is sincere enough to let him win the award of the year's most honest child. "Witt, when will you be able to build magic weapons?" Scott asked unbelievably. "This is not made by me, but passed down from my teacher." Witt sighed, "but this magic weapon has been damaged, and I can't repair it." Scott finally understood. His eyes towards Sean were full of wonder. He asked, "little boy... Er, no, Mr. Sean, you can repair this weapon?" Sean, with a short sword, went to the iron stove and said, "I can have a try." His tone was full of firm confidence, not like the expression of a ten year old. Then, under his command, another apprentice came forward and desperately pulled the bellows, so that the fireworks in the furnace suddenly rose. Sean calmly clamped the dagger with a pair of iron tongs, and then put it into the fire. After a while, he frowned and said, "it's too slow." Without saying a word, Witt went forward and pulled the apprentice who pulled the bellows away and went to the battle in person. As expected, the teacher came out, one top two. The temperature in the furnace rose rapidly and soon met Sean's requirements. Although it was the first time to repair magic weapons in the real world, Sean was not panicked at all. Because these steps have been trained for hundreds of times in No. 1 space, he has even embedded every second of the process into his soul. If it comes to the rich experience, even the original owner of the weapon is beyond his reach. The short sword in the furnace sends out a strange light, which is a special performance of the magic sword, indicating that the temperature inside is completely suitable. Sean's face was heavy and he took some metal scraps from his body. Witt, who is pulling the bellows, looks slightly changed and almost throws his work out. For him, these pieces of strange metal are very familiar. This is the residual foam on those swarthy iron pieces that he has preserved for decades. As a senior and powerful blacksmith, he has guessed the origin of these things. It's estimated that some of the valuable iron pieces have become these fragmented iron chips. Witt's face was slightly twitching, and he hated someone's behavior of being a loser. He made up his mind that if Sean could not repair the dagger successfully this time, he would surely return all the things he sent out. Not far away from the stove, Scott watched it nervously. If it's seen by people who don't know it, they think it's him making it. At the moment, Sean, who is watched by everyone, is indifferent to all these things. His eyes are clear as water, and his whole spirit is concentrated on the dagger and scrap iron in his hands. In the virtual space, he had thousands of such forging experiences. In the previous twenty times, he did not succeed in one. However, he was not discouraged, but under the guidance of No. 1, he summed up all the experience of every failure and improved. Slowly, his mistakes were reduced, and every move became the most standard standard standard action. After that, in the last dozens of forging, his success rate has reached one hundred percent. On No. 1, I collected most of the information about iron making in the world. Using its powerful simulation function, I have formed a self-contained virtual space. The success there is almost the same as that in the real world. Holding his breath, there was a magical spiritual wave on Sean's body, and his spiritual power had been condensed on the dagger. Under the fire, delicate patterns appeared on the sword. These patterns are so complicated that ordinary people will feel dizzy. But in Sean's induction, he was able to clearly understand the meaning. The master who engraved the permanent magic array on the sword body is obviously a man with deep mind. Most of these patterns are meaningless. So even if they fall into other people's hands, they can't copy the gourd. At the moment, some tiny places in the pattern have cracks. It is these tiny cracks that make the magic sword lose its original function. In my mind, I quickly emerged the sharp pattern that I had practiced for many times, and a familiar line to the extreme suddenly appeared, and along a obscure pattern on the dagger, it quickly extended in the past. Soon, there was a little hindrance in Sean's response. He slightly picked his eyebrows, and the iron filings in his hands seemed to have a spiritual sense of automatic distribution. These fine powder like iron filings were distributed on the fracture site, and under the effect of the fire, magically integrated with the iron sword. The lines continue to slide, like flowing water, and transfer a big circle in the pattern. The next moment, the short sword sends out a strong white light, as if the sun is dazzling. Scott and Witt two people's eyes squinted at the same time, although they did not see the process of someone else's magic weapon training, but at the moment, even the idiot also knows that Sean successfully repaired this rare magic weapon.