Edge of the Apocalypse Chapter 853: Learn to let go

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It's winter, and it's most leisure time. The people in the small town were idle and idle, quietly gathering in front of the dilapidated house in Bavente. The blacksmith was well-known in the town, but he was not as popular as the town. Besides, this season, business is even more deserted. Occasionally, I help people repair farm tools or weapons. In the cold winter, this iron shop will not open until noon.

It's more than an hour before noon. Those who are familiar with Barvent know that the old man is still asleep. At this time, people saw that the housekeeper walked up several levels of wooden steps, creaking on those already not solid wooden steps. Then he knocked on the door, cleared his throat and said, "Is Mr. Bavente here?"

Called three times in a row.

Suddenly a window on the second floor opened. Bavente's workmanship is not bad, and the iron carpenter can do it all. It's just that the window bolts loosened early, and the windows that swayed vigorously when the wind was strong were not repaired by the old man. Even the holes in the roof and the corners of the chimney were indifferent to the old blacksmith. It seems that for him, there is a tile to cover his head, and this general will make the most profligate idlers in town feel bad.

At this moment, the window shook violently, but fortunately it did not fall down, and then an old but gunpowder-scented voice came out from inside: "Which **** is making noise in the morning, repairing things and waiting for noon Come again later!"

"Well, Mr. Barwent, my master is..." the butler said with a slight embarrassment.

An old man with gray hair and a big beard with a chin and a beard poked out his head from the window and shouted: "It's the same even if the president is here! Lao Tzu..."

He suddenly saw the man standing behind the housekeeper, and swallowed the words in his stomach. The onlookers heard the man with a sense of majesty nodding and smiling: "Mr. Barwent, how many years have we not seen each other?"

"You are...you are..." Barwent caught his gray hair and suddenly cried out: "Are you Mr. Horn? God, why are you here."

Then he drew his head back abruptly, and then there was a rush of footsteps in the room, and the door of the house suddenly opened with a series of noises of the dumping of the utensils. The old man wearing only thin clothes ran out, looked at Horn carefully, and sighed for a long time: "It's really you. Hey, why are you here."

"I have something to ask." Horn smiled.

"That's definitely not a good job." Bavente muttered, but he stopped aside and invited the two into the house. Then he shouted to the onlookers: "What to see, can't I have so many friends with rich masters. Get out of here, I won't do business today."

People booed around at the old man, laughed for a while, and then dispersed. Bavent closed the door, shutting off the cold outside. Inside the door is his iron shop, a stove that will not go out for many years, and the fire at the mouth of the stove makes the indoor temperature pleasant. An exhaust pipe is directly above the stove, and the exhaust fan of the pipe is buzzing and working, exhausting the choking smoke out of the room. There are three or five ironing tools on the side, and a few templates are hung on the wall, and the breath of life can be seen everywhere.

There are so many debris in the iron shop, even a place to stay is hard to find. Bavent casually moved the debris aside, cleared a clearing, and then pulled the chair he usually sits on and said: "Mr Horn, please sit down. I am not here compared to your Ugalle Castle. The place is narrow and small. , There is only such a chair, you can do it."

The chair has been stained with rust and soot for many years, and one leg is still swaying, and it looks very weak. Horn didn't seem to know this, so he just sat down like this, and didn't mind that this well-made and expensive suit on his body was in close contact with the rust and soot. Bavent took out a bottle of wine from nowhere, and drank it himself and said, "Then, what can Mr. Horne want me to help?"

"Naturally, Mr. Barwent can do it, otherwise, I wouldn't bother you." Horn looked at the Butler Heising behind, and the butler nodded and left the house. After a while, he brought a long suitcase back and put it at Horn's feet. Horn opened it, and the flannel in the suitcase was divided into two compartments, one long. The long one was lying with a broken knife, dark and covered with iron bumps, it looked like an inferior product, and it was a semi-finished product. There is a box in the square grid, and a little heat is constantly escaping from the box.

Bavent's gaze fell on the broken knife, his eyes protruding from sight, and it took a long time to say: "This is Qianjun? How could it be in your hand? Could something happen to Miss Meilin? !"

A whirlwind suddenly rolled up in the room, causing the fire in the stove to fluctuate, and the surrounding debris kept jumping. Haixin was slightly surprised, but he never thought that this old blacksmith's energy was not low. Horn said calmly: "Don't worry, General Meilin has nothing to do. This Qianjun was given to me by her grandson, Allen. Not long ago, Allen’s child encountered a powerful enemy, which caused Qianjun’s loss. , So he asked me to find someone to repair it. I think about it, probably the one who is qualified to repair Qianjun, and only you, Mr. Barwent."

Bavente was relieved to hear that Merlin was fine. He squatted down, stretched out his hand to touch Qianjun, and gently wiped it on the knife. As if immersed in some kind of memory, he sighed: "At the time, General Meslin got the extremely rare meteorite essence and built this heavy knife by himself. I just hit a hand by the side, and this knife was poured into it. General Meslin’s emotional will is in it, how can I repair it well. What's more, Qianjun is carved out of that meteorite, from the blade to the handle. Now it has broken, even if I have a way If you combine it again, you will lose the charm of the past, which is worse than ordinary swords. What use will it continue?"

Horn smiled and gently opened Fanggri's box. When the box was uncovered, a strong flame aura rushed in, causing the temperature of the iron shop to rise sharply. Barwent first shrank his pupils, then looked into the box. The sight pierced through the glowing flames that constantly gushed out like mist, and fell on the heart of the **** of fire, which was neither stone nor iron. He was surprised: "This is..."

"This is the material provided by Allen’s child, called the Heart of Vulcan. It is a rare source power spar. I have already measured it. The fire contained in it belongs to the source power. Regardless of quality or concentration, It is much higher than the pupil of Hellfire. If you use it to connect Qianjun, I think after the repair, Qianjun will not only lose its rhyme, but also better than before."

Bavent suddenly reached out his hand and pointed towards the heart of Vulcan, and a very pure source force thread popped out of his fingertips. After this silk source force was injected into the heart of Vulcan, a burning flame suddenly rose from the mouth of the box. The flames scorched, and there was a faint rumbling sound from the iron shop, like a volcanic eruption. Bavente's face was surprised, and Yuan Li withdrew his head and nodded: "This is indeed a rare material. Okay, I will try my best. With this material, there should be no problem in repairing Qianjun. But after that, Qianjun It’s no longer Qianjun, and you have to promise me one more thing."

"What's the matter?"

"Let your child named Allen come here in person. The final forging needs him to do it himself, so that he and Xindao can have feelings, and Qianjun can be reborn." Barwent Said with a serious face.

Horn nodded happily: "As soon as he comes back, I will let him visit immediately."

"Remember, let him come alone, and don't drive any speeding cars. I don't want to be asked by those rappers all day long, you know, they are very annoying."

Horn laughed and nodded.

It was already afternoon when I left the small town of Van der West. Butler Heising drove the car, and Horn and Anna sat in the back of the car. From start to finish, Anna did not get out of the car. After hearing that Baventeken took over the job of repairing the broken knife, Anna smiled and said: "Bavente will definitely accept it. Let’s not say that he has a deep relationship with General Meslin. In any case, he is not willing to see Qianjunzhe. What's more, Barwent wanted to surpass General Meslin in knife-making skills, so how could he let up this opportunity to challenge him."

"I think so too." Horn looked at his secret warrior and said softly: "You should have seen him."

Anna smiled bitterly and said, "But he may not be happy to disagree with me."

Horn sighed lightly. Anna's husband is Bavente's son Lot, and their marriage was once strongly opposed by Bavente. Because he knows exactly who Anna is and what kind of work he does. Bavent hoped that his son would find an ordinary person, but Lot and Anna eventually got married. But not long after the marriage, Lot was assassinated. That incident was a huge blow to Anna, and Bavente couldn't forgive her even more, and thought Lot's thing was because of her relationship.

Because of Lot's death, coupled with the death of General Meslin, Bavente left the floating island and found a seclusion in such a remote town on the surface. If Horn hadn't asked him this time, he wouldn't have mobilized people to dig him out. Horn was also well aware of the affair between him and Anna, an old subordinate, and if he couldn't do anything about it, he didn't want to touch the wounds in their hearts.

At this moment, when Anna said so, Horn said calmly: "Do you think Bavente would not know that you are in the car? With his character, if he didn't want to see you, I would have rushed away. Why would you invite me in. Anna, it’s been a long time, I don’t think he hates you anymore. After all, it’s not your fault."

"Klott has always been his only son, and I not only took him away from Bavente, but also made him lose this son forever. He will not forgive me so easily."

"But he's your husband too!" Horn sighed, reached out and patted Anna and said: "There are some things, you have to let go. Lot has been dead for so many years, and you have enough self-blame. Anna, You have to learn to let this pass..."

Anna reluctantly nodded, and suddenly her face changed slightly. Horn also seemed to feel something. He smiled lightly and said, "I didn't expect that I was already careful, but let people discover whereabouts."

Anna snorted coldly: "It's just some clowns." In her eyes, a cold murderous intent passed.

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