Chapter 1570 Master Cloud

A thing, because it has been in your hands all year round, is treated as private property by you, but one day, the owner of the thing comes and makes a deal with you for something that you thought belonged to you. How do you feel?

I can't feel it, but the Elf Queen must be able to feel it. Her face is stiff now, as if she is thinking, and the delicate hands on her legs are trembling slightly, and she is constantly clenching, loosening, and clenching again.

This is a behavior that only occurs when a person is in an extremely bad mood and is emotionally unstable.

Emily, who was sitting next to me, seemed to have never seen anything about His Majesty. Her left hand was gently leaning on my right gauntlet, and her right hand was lightly clasped on the hilt of the sword, even though she knew there was no danger here. , she did not need to draw the sword, but the action of stroking the sword before drawing it had already been deeply ingrained in her bones and became a habit that could not be erased in her life.

I couldn't help but admire slightly: What a dedicated adventurer, what a dedicated personal bodyguard.

After sighing, I withdrew my gaze again and turned back to the Queen.

The scene is still dull, as if you are at the bottom of the sea, making you feel slightly suffocated.

Ahem!

I cleared my throat, and instantly, six gazes and three pairs of sharp eyes pierced my whole body.

Subconsciously lowering my gaze to avoid the dazzling gaze, I said, "I'm sorry to disturb your conversation, but when will dinner be served? I'm a little hungry."

As soon as these words came out, the three pairs of sharp eyes instantly softened. The first one to speak was Master Hall. He touched his sparse beard, nodded and said: "Xiao Yi said this, I am a little hungry too, how about you?"

Master Dewey breathed lightly and said, "Yes, I'm hungry too."

As he spoke, he took out his pocket watch from his pocket, took a quick look at it, and said, "It's getting late. How about we have lunch first and discuss things later? What do you think Her Majesty the Queen would like?"

The Elf Queen pondered for a moment and said: "Okay."

When I opened the submarine hatch, a moist and earthy smell hit my face, making me cough.

Emily, who was following me, lowered her head slightly and put her little face close to my collar, which was considered a way of dodging.

Rubbing my nose, I murmured: "The air in this submarine is actually better than outside."

"Of course it's better than the air outside," Master Dewey said with a smile as he stepped out of the hatch: "The air inside is pure oxygen that has been purified over and over again."

"Oh?" I couldn't help but wonder: "Is there a purification device?"

Master Dewey smiled and said nothing.

I instantly understood that it was not a purification device at all, but the power of ancient words.

Palace Restaurant.

In the huge space, there are a few giant dining tables placed. The other open spaces are either sculptural flowers and plants to enhance the atmosphere, or finely carved gemstone rockeries.

Fort Vicky is rich in minerals, and everyone in the mainland knows that, but decorating the rockery pond with some precious minerals such as diamond, aquamarine, blood drop stone, purple agate, and obsidian that are used for enchantment always feels like overkill, and it can't even be described as extravagant and wasteful. Too much.

The Elf Queen looked around with astonished eyes, frowned slightly, and said: "Witchburg is indeed the continent's largest ore-rich country. Even the rockery pond that decorates the restaurant is filled with enchanted gems."

Master Dewey waved his hand and said nonchalantly: "Enchanted gems can only be used when enchanting. At other times, they are just better-looking gems."

The Elf Queen frowned again and said in a deep voice: "Master Dewey has never thought of forging a few more enchanted weapons. Even if they are not sold, they can be used as rewards and given to ministers."

Master Dewey shook his head and said: "What are you giving to your ministers? I am a minister, so I am not qualified to give things to others. Furthermore, I am not an expert in the forging industry. Even if I can forge, they are just second-rate goods. If I throw them into the market, I am afraid that they will not be able to give anything to others." You can’t even make your money back.”

"In this case, why not ask the master craftsman to cast a few more, which is much better than using them to build mountains and fill ponds."

Master Dewey chuckled and said, "I'm not afraid of your jokes. There are only a few masters in Fort Vicky who can forge enchanted weapons."

"Isn't there a master who can forge magic weapons?" The Elf Queen asked puzzledly: "Isn't the master too old to swing a hammer?"

"You mean Master Claude?" Master Dewey shook his head and smiled bitterly: "He disappeared a few years ago, and no one has found any trace of his old man."

I looked at Master Dewey's disappointed expression and wondered, "Who is Master Claude?"

Master Dewey reached out and slapped me in the face, and said angrily: "I told you to study more, don't you even know about me, Master Claude, the greatest blacksmith in Fort Vicky?"

I was quite aggrieved at the time: "What does this have to do with studying? Besides, do you think I looked like I had money to study in a college?"

Master Dewey did not continue to scold me. He poured a glass of wine by himself and said slowly: "Master Claude, that is the most legendary master in Fort Vicky."

Master Claude was not a natural forger. He dreamed of becoming an adventurer in his childhood and youth. However, his purpose of becoming an adventurer was not to upgrade and become stronger, to protect his family and country, but to become famous and rich, own a luxury car, and a mansion. Surrounded by beauties, enjoy a comfortable life.

There is nothing wrong with his idea, but the key is that he wants to be famous, but he refuses to work hard to upgrade monsters. He just idles around all day, either bullying adventurers who are not as powerful as him, or using sweet words to seduce some little girls who are not familiar with the world.

By coincidence, one time, he was stopping a slim and handsome girl, thinking of inviting her to drink tea and talk about life together, and then secretly have sex with her. Unexpectedly, the girl's male companion was also nearby, so he hooked up with the girl. It didn't work, but it turned into a brutal fight.

Although both of them were dwarves, Claude was idle all day long, so he was no match for the dwarf who spent all his time spawning monsters and fighting. After a beating, Claude was scarred and lay motionless on the ground, looking like a dead dog.

The man walked away with his beauty, and all the onlookers also dispersed. No one wanted to pay attention to this guy who usually did nothing and only looked for trouble.

Soon it was night. It was late autumn, and the ground was so cold that it could freeze someone to death.

Master Claude was covered in bruises and couldn't even find the strength to get up, let alone find a place to take shelter from the cold.

"Where are Master Claude's parents?" I interrupted Master Dewey and asked in confusion.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, Master Claude's parents died early, and he was the only one in the family. Fortunately, his parents had some property, which saved him from the tragic situation of being on the streets."

I nodded and continued to listen quietly.

At that time, Master Cloud was cold, hungry, and seriously injured. He was unable to crawl at all, and could only lie on the ground like a dead dog and wait for death.

At this time, a middle-aged dwarf slowly walked up to him, took off his coat, wrapped it around Master Claude, and sighed sincerely, saying: "Some people can only move their eyelids, but their thoughts But can travel around the world. Some people are strong but do not want to make progress. Their thoughts will only be paralyzed in a wheelchair. The former will be remembered forever, while the latter, even if their names are carved into stones, will eventually decay. If If you are thoughtful and have figured it out, come to me before you freeze to death this night. My house is at the innermost part of that alley."

The middle-aged dwarf pointed out the direction, threw another bag of spirits on the ground, and then strode away.

Some people, even if their names are not carved into stone, will still be remembered, such as Hawking.