Chapter 907 Bet

Being reprimanded by Odachi has become normal, but this is the first time that he has been questioned by Odachi.

I lay on the sofa with my eyes closed and pretended to sleep. I only touched the Odachi placed next to the sofa with my fingers. I said silently in my heart: "I want to customize a new type of Dachi. It's not because I have any opinion about you, but because you are too big." You’ve grown so big that it’s not convenient to move around with you on my back.”

"But it has a sense of weight. It's cool, you brat!" Odachi argued: "A brat of your age doesn't understand what it means to be cool."

Hearing this, I couldn't help but murmured: "Why do I think that when you talk about being popular, you just want to save face and suffer the consequences?"

"So you brats won't understand!" Odachi's voice was an octave higher, which startled me.

"Okay, okay, you're old and you have a point." I was too lazy to continue arguing with him, so I had to choose a perfunctory compromise.

Odachi was still unwilling to give up, and he kept talking. I was really tired of hearing it. I raised my finger and the sound disappeared in an instant.

"Hey hey hey" I made three obscene and proud laughs.

For a period of time after this, whenever I picked up the Odachi, all kinds of complaints would be heard in my mind. During this period, the Odachi seemed to turn into a resentful woman, with endless complaints.

Regarding this, I can only express my helplessness, helplessness on various levels.

However, when Dewey received the tachi mailed by him, his complaints instantly turned silent. The reason is very simple. This is indeed a good tachi, both in material selection and workmanship.

The blade is roughly the same as a Naotachi, about an arm and a half long. The back of the blade is about three millimeters thick. It is about the width of two fingers from the back to the blade. Thin lines are scattered across the blade. Those lines are consistent with the curvature of the blade. Starting from the edge, layers The layers are superimposed and extend to about a finger. After one finger, there is a whole piece of steel bar. On the steel bar, thin lines are carved, but these lines are not like ordinary patterns, but like a kind of writing. , but it is not a common text in Zephyr Continent.

I showed everyone the text of Taito Blade Noodles and asked them what it said. After reading it, everyone in the hall shook their heads and said they didn't understand. I had no choice but to disturb Taylor who was lying down and dozing in the yard. After all, He is the oldest and the most knowledgeable.

Taylor grabbed the sword, shined it in the moonlight, and said, "This is dwarf writing. In our mainland language, it means 'Simon'."

"Simon?"

This name is somewhat familiar to me, as if I've heard it somewhere.

Suddenly, my eyes lit up: "Simon!"

Taylor frowned and dropped the Naotai sword. The sharp blade was inserted into the soil without warning, which made me feel heartbroken.

"What are you surprised about?" Taylor asked doubtfully.

"Simon, old man!" I pulled out the Naotachi and wiped the dirt on it bit by bit, feeling distressed and said, "That's the dwarf forging master! He's one of the most powerful forging masters known to every household!"

"A well-known and powerful forging master." Taylor opened his mouth and said, "That's not the top forging master. Why are you so excited?"

"Old man, you have to know how to be content." I carefully put away the Naotachi and said, "Being able to get Master Simon's handiwork depends on Dewey's connections. If I come to ask for a sword, will they pay attention to me? I don’t even know!”

Taylor got tired of hearing this, took a sip of wine, let out a big burp, and calmed down his emotions, then suddenly reprimanded: "You bastard, this is all you have! You're just a dwarf forging master with some reputation." , do you need to be so excited!"

"Can I not be excited?" I retorted while holding a Naotachi in one hand: "I have grown so big, this is my first tachi made by a famous person. If this is put on the market, do you know how much it can sell for? Money!"

I was so excited that I was shaking all over, but unexpectedly, Taylor chuckled and opened his mouth with a completely disdainful expression.

"I go"

My finger pointed at him and trembled for a long time. I really wanted to lecture him, but think about it, it is not worth it for the sword. Maybe he is right, this is just a sword made by a famous blacksmith, not a sword. It is a magical weapon created by the top forging master.

When I thought about it, I felt a lot relieved.

When we got to the hall, I told the curious people about the dwarf writing on the blade. Billy was so excited that he grabbed my knife, took it out of its sheath, shined it at the light again and again, and then carefully Stroking the blade, he finally sheathed the knife with an envious look on his face and said displeasedly: "Xiaoyi, don't you feel uncomfortable getting such a good knife for yourself?"

"What's wrong with me?"

"As the president of the guild, you should think more about the other members of the guild!" Billy said plausibly: "Since you can get such a good weapon, shouldn't you also shed blood for those of us who are willing to sacrifice our lives? Friends, eh~"

I leaned on the sofa, smiled and said, "Why, you also want a knife made by a famous master?"

"It's two handfuls, hehe." Billy rubbed his hands with a greedy expression.

"Stop dreaming," I said hoarsely, "Although your two knives are not famous knives, their sharpness is no less than that of famous knives. If you don't believe it, let's go to the dungeon tomorrow to chop down monsters and we will find out."

"Okay!" Billy rubbed his neck and said, "What if your knife is sharper than mine?"

"Your two knives have been used for a while, so their sharpness is naturally not as sharp as new knives. It's not a fair comparison."

"Then how do you want to compare!"

"Let's do this," I said, "Tomorrow, let's use Amon as a target. Let's compare who can cause more damage to it. How about that?"

Billy thought for a moment and asked, "What would happen if you caused more damage?"

"Of course I will buy you a new pair of knives," I said hoarsely, "but if you cause more damage than me, then the new knives matter will be settled."

"Okay!" Billy agreed, with a hint of cunning flashing in his eyes.

I looked at Billy's cunning eyes, chuckled, and added: "But, there is a premise for this game."

Billy's eyes instantly became wary: "What's the premise?"

"You can't fake it," I said, "If you deliberately let it slip, then I won't buy you a new knife. Not only will I not buy you a new knife, but your salary will be deducted and used to replace weapons for everyone. How's it going?"

"You!" Billy groaned in anger, and after a while, he said: "Then if I didn't let it go, and you insist on saying that I let it go, then who should I ask to reason with you!"

"This won't happen," I said, "With so many people in the guild watching, it's obvious to everyone if I'm letting someone off the hook~"