Chapter 1780 Master Shylock

Like father, like daughter.

The Orc King is bold, uninhibited, and domineering, and so is his daughter Cagalli.

Looking at the attitude of Mavro and his daughter towards others, they are just the same.

They all have an inexplicable sense of confidence, especially when dealing with strangers like me.

Daphne's father just glanced at me lightly, and then he was busy with whatever he was supposed to do. He just muttered: "Daphne, take care of your guests."

Daphne responded, poured a cup of tea for me and Boss Lane, and poured a cup of tea for myself and my father. Then she held the tea cup and sat across from me, looking at me quietly.

The light green pupils hidden behind the deep lenses were as calm as a pool of stagnant water, but this stagnant water still had a faint look and was full of life.

I was a little confused by her calm eyes, so I couldn't help but pick up the cup, cover my face, and lowered my eyelids, deliberately not looking at her.

Daphne must have seen what I meant, but she still went her own way and never looked away for a moment.

"Daphne" Mr. Mavro called to his daughter: "Come here and help."

"Coming" Daphne's voice was as weak as a mosquito: "What's the matter?"

"Mr. Sherlock will come and take away the materials in a while. I'm too busy right now. Please help take out the materials and stack them."

"Oh" Daphne responded, glanced at me again, lowered her head and packed it up silently.

Boss Ren and I looked a little embarrassed as we were left alone by the Mavro and his daughter.

Boss Renn didn't say anything and continued to drink tea with his cup in hand. However, I couldn't sit still. I leaned over and sat up from the chair and said, "Uncle, since you are very busy, let's leave first."

However, as soon as I finished saying this, I felt a little regretful.

The title 'uncle' was a bit too familiar for an elder who was meeting me for the first time, especially this elder who misunderstood that I had an ambiguous relationship with his daughter.

Sure enough, I just started to worry when Mr. Mavro said: "You are the first friend of the opposite sex that Daphne has brought back. I think you two have a very good relationship. Since we are already a family, there is no need to be too close." It’s divided.”

Still misunderstood.

I curled my lips and did not refute, but sat down again.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door, and Mr. Mavro said: "Mr. Sherlock must have arrived. Daphne, go and greet him."

Daphne responded and walked over quickly. Not long after, a slightly hoarse voice came over: "Little Daphne, how are you preparing the things I want?"

"It's ready, Mr. Sherlock," Daphne said calmly, "We just have to sort them out."

"Okay," the hoarse male voice said, "Then I'll wait a moment."

Soon, a somewhat familiar thin figure appeared in front of me.

I took a closer look and suddenly felt happy: Hey, it’s him!

Speaking of which, I have actually met the skinny old man in front of me several times.

At that time, I was still a wandering adventurer with no savings. The money I earned every day was either used for food and drink, or for maintaining weapons.

In fact, now that I think about it, there is really no need to repair the weapons at that time - they were just pieces of iron, not even sharpened.

Sherlock nodded to Daphne, then moved to a chair with familiarity, sat down, and picked up the teapot and cup. He was pouring tea when he suddenly found someone sitting in front of him, looking at him with complicated eyes. He frowned and was about to speak, but his eyes were fixed on my face. He was stunned for a moment, and he forgot to put away the teapot in his hand. The tea slowly filled the teacup, and then flowed down the rim of the cup. Not only did it wet his cuffs, it also soaked his crotch.

After a long time, Sherlock finally came back to his senses, threw the teapot and teacup on the table, screamed strangely, jumped up from the chair, and patted the water stains on his body.

However, there were too many water stains, and they happened to collect on his crotch, making it look like he was incontinent.

He frowned, glanced at his crotch, then raised his head, his eyes as wide as glass balls, and said in a voiceless voice: "It's you!"

"Long time no see, old gentleman." I stood up with a smile, stretched out my hand, and said politely, "How are you doing?"

Sherlock reluctantly shook my hand. Mavro and his daughter were quite surprised when they saw this. Mr. Mavro came down the ladder and came to us and asked, "Do you know each other?"

I smiled and nodded and said, "I know him. He once helped me repair a knife."

"Oh" Mr. Mavro nodded and said, "Mr. Sherlock did work as a knife repairman for a period of time before, but he changed careers later."

Sherlock's face turned green when he heard the word 'career change'.

Mr. Mavro looked at Sherlock's face quietly, and then pondered the way Sherlock looked at me. Suddenly he seemed to understand something, and said in surprise: "Could it be that Mr. Sherlock gave up the knife repair business because of my daughter's boyfriend?" friend?"

The little girl’s boyfriend?

After hearing this title, I felt bad all over.

Sherlock nodded with an ugly expression. Finally, he looked at me and said slowly: "After that, how long did you use that iron bar?"

I chuckled, gave a thumbs up, and said: "It's all due to the master's skill. I have been using it for more than a year and almost two years. Unfortunately, it was overwhelmed and broke in the end."

After hearing what I said, Sherlock's expression softened slightly. He exhaled and said, "You are the first one who can use an iron bar as a knife, but it's also thanks to you that I understand how difficult the world is."

Before he could finish speaking, Mr. Mavro added: "Mr. Sherlock is now a master of forging. The weapons he forged are praised and snapped up by others."

Sherlock looked even more comfortable when he heard Mavro praising him so much.

"A master is a master." I bowed politely and said, "I just don't know how the master's methods compare with those of dwarf and goblin forging masters?"

As soon as he heard that I compared him with the dwarf and goblin forging masters, Sherlock's expression instantly calmed down, and the color disappeared. After a little thought, he twirled his beard and said, "If I compare my skills with those of ordinary masters, He is worthy of being a teacher, but compared with Master Claude, he is far behind."

"Master has seen Master Claude?" I asked in surprise.

"We have met several times."

I asked urgently: "I dare to ask Master, can I still contact Master Claude now?"

Sherlock looked at me sideways, his eyes full of doubts.

I suddenly felt that my tone and attitude were not appropriate, and I immediately bowed and changed my words: "That's right, my adoptive father has been looking for the whereabouts of Master Claude, hoping to take him back to his hometown and support him. After all, Claude Master De is the national treasure of Fort Vicky, if anything happens, it will not only be a loss to the forging community, but also a loss to Fort Vicky.”