Heaven’s Intention

Romon, Pharfell, and Nick originally agreed to take an adventure together in three days, but because Nick didn't expect enough, they kept delaying.

Since you want to take risks, you must prepare weapons. The next day, Romon went to the blacksmith. In fact, this town is actually very small, and it takes only five minutes to walk there.

When he reached the gate of the blacksmith, Romon didn't go in yet, but he glanced at a young man.

Rolek! He beckoned.

Rollek, who had a blue nose and swollen eyes, hesitated for a moment, and slowly came over: Romon, you look good.

Although he tried his best to be calm, his tone and eyes showed uncontrollable jealousy.

Romon smiled and said nothing. In his memory, Rolek was originally a friend of Romon's in the town. The two looked very similar. This similarity refers to the look and treatment.

Rollek is fifteen years old, the son of the town's blacksmith Old Ville. He looks thin and weak, with a handsome face, a little pale, dark and deep eyes, and if he wears better clothes, he will look like a city-bred man even if he is not a nobleman. people.

The thin and thin Rollek is obviously not suitable for the profession of blacksmith.

Romon didn't feel it before, but now Romon can clearly understand many things once he analyzes his memory.

Old Ville instinctively hated this son, not only because Rolake would only be a burden to the family, but also because he was strong, rude, and illiterate, so in his eyes, Rolake's handsomeness, gentleness and a kind of natural elegance born in his bones were particularly unacceptable. Tolerance, and especially intolerance of Rolek's fondness for stealing literacy and reading.

This is actually a kind of naked jealousy and hatred. The oppression in life is unconsciously vented on this son.

The previous Romon also had the same traits, so the two were bullied by people of the same age in the town, and those teenagers tried their best to bully these two aliens.

And now, Romon has become a druid apprentice, even if they are friends, Rolek will inevitably be jealous and depressed!

Romon smiled: Rolek, I saw a few books on the introduction to magic in the temple. If I can go to work in the future, I will borrow them for you. Do you want to read them?

Rolek was stunned for a while, hesitated for a moment, and then said: Yes!

Rollek has a very rare memory, as long as he reads the book once, he can recite it fluently. This kind of intellectual talent is outstanding even among mages.

Extraordinary talent brings specialness, and this specialness will only bring pain and shock in an unsuitable soil.

Rollek has read a few books, and one day he will also think about it, dreaming that he will become a nobleman, and those beautiful and noble noble daughters will rush to him one by one.

But this dream, compared to reality, is only more painful. No matter how great a talent is, if it is not given a chance, it will also be buried in the grass, and it will even wither faster than ordinary flowers and plants.

Well, that's good, I'll bring it to you when I go back. Romon smiled and said, I want to see your father and ask him to forge a sword. This is what I used to learn swords from Captain Richard.

Druids also partly learn martial arts, although it is a secondary homework.

Rollek agreed, and led the way ahead, and within a short time, he arrived at the door of a shop.

Inside, there was a cacophony of loud clanging noises.

Rolek, you went out to play again. When he reached the door, he was slapped across the face. Immediately, Rolek, who was already bruised and swollen, had five more handprints: You useless bastard, if you are half as big as your brother Enough.

The person who made the shot was Old Weir, who was working hard in the blacksmith shop. He was busy working hard, and when he saw the youngest son coming back, he felt a sense of anger and slapped him with a slap.

And Romon keenly saw that he was also immersed in his work, and the burly eldest son Misong, who was almost a model of Old Weier, showed a satisfied smile.

After a while, the old blacksmith saw Romon, and immediately smiled again: Ah, it's little Romon, come in and have a seat.

Luo Meng touched his head, and immediately found the impression of the old blacksmith slapping his own body in his previous memory.

But now, the old blacksmith's face was full of enthusiasm, even a hint of flattery.

Uncle Will, I want to learn some martial arts from Captain Richard. I want to make an iron sword. Well, this is the size of the model. He said, if I want to learn a sword from him, I must build one. The Temple Army Those in the library are not suitable for me. Romon said with a smile.

It is true that metal armor is not suitable for druids, because metal armor can weaken the druid's sense of nature, but weapons, gods, those things that are not metal but are comparable to or even harder than metal are rare magic items. How many ordinary druids can have it? If druids can't hold metal weapons, they might as well hang themselves directly.

Take a stick to the battlefield?

There is no such joke in the world, and fortunately the druids in this world are not like this.

Ah, what does Captain Richard mean? Don't worry, I, Old Ville, will definitely fight hard. I don't know how long it will take you?

How long do you think it will be, Uncle Will?

Well, this is a rapier, it's not too long, let me have a look first.

Luo Meng nodded, and gave the blueprint to the old blacksmith. In fact, this is the long sword of the original world. He had collected famous swords in his previous life, so he is very familiar with the size and manufacture. Naturally, it looks like a rapier, and then, take a walk to observe this blacksmith shop.

Although I have seen it countless times before, it is the first time to look at it with the eyes of a mature and customer. After watching it for a few minutes, although I am not good at weapons and crafting, I have appreciated and collected many famous swords and knives. Acknowledge that neither farm implements nor weapons are merely flashy, but practical weapons.

Leaving aside agricultural tools, one can also know with appreciation that the sword placed in the store as a finished product is definitely not a decoration. The tough and flexible sword body and the sharp and cold edge all prove that it is indeed It is a murder weapon.

Of course, Romon is also very clear that this long sword will not be a high-quality goods, let alone a magic weapon, but for him now, this level of weapon is already very good.

After reading the drawings, the old blacksmith said in surprise: This sword is very good. Could it be that Captain Richard drew it for you?

This time Romon just smiled, and he didn't say anything more.

But this attitude immediately made the old blacksmith even more suspicious. He didn't know the current status of Romon, so he became more cautious and attentive: No problem, three days, Uncle Weier will help you type it out in three days.

How much is it?

Hearing this, Old Ville thought for a while, hesitated, and said with a smile: It's nothing, just give me thirty silver coins.

This is indeed a preferential price, almost a slight profit from the cost price. Romon smiled and agreed, but the money will be paid when the money is withdrawn. On this point, Old Ville has no objection. He knows that Romon became a German. Rui, there is no money now!

He didn't go out immediately, and there was a big stove in the middle of the room. He thought for a while, and then said: I need a small knife to handle the prey, for rough processing such as skinning.

As Romon spoke, he looked around and asked again, Does Uncle Wei need any firewood?

After a short pause, he corrected his wording: I mean, uncle, do you need to buy the wood you need to make a fire?

Well, how about this pocket knife? I'll give it to you for 3 silver coins. Hearing this, the blacksmith Weir dug out a few finished products, and took out a recommendation at random.

As for the firewood, my son usually picks it up. He said, However, sometimes it's not enough to pick it up, so we also accept it from outsiders, 10 bundles of firewood for 1 silver coin!

Luo Meng looked at the knife, it was iron, and it was still sharp, so he paid the money and accepted the knife.

And the price of firewood made him frown, as if there was no profit. Romon felt that if he used the space to transport firewood from the woods, he could gain something. After all, the physical strength of ordinary people has its limits, and if he used the space, he could transport firewood into a large transaction. Even if the profit is meager, the accumulation is not bad. that's it.

But after thinking about it, he felt that it was meaningless. This would make people with a discerning eye notice his weirdness at once, and it would not be good to cause a series of troubles in time. What's more, Romon didn't know if using plants in this way would bring some degree of adverse consequences. After all, he still wanted to become a qualified druid.

The cost of cutting and transporting wood is low, and the income is also low, but because of Romon's special situation, the risk of employment is too high for him.

Now that Romon is in the town, he is free. As he walked, he thought silently: The most important thing now is to obtain a piece of land first, to build a wooden house and open up a medicine field. Although I heard that according to the custom, The lord will reward some things, but most of them have to be paid by himself, so the most important thing now is to get a batch of money.

When he arrived at the temple, the two masters of the temple, ah, were the servants of God, Priest Tennis and Miss Alini were waiting for him inside, and Romon quickly bowed to them.

Oh, Romon, you did a great job. I'm very happy to hear that you've been promoted to a Druid apprentice. Miss Alini said with a cheerful expression, I'll tell my dad and let my dad reward you .”

Miss Alini, it's my honor. Roman said.

That's right, Romon, then do you have any plans? Pastor Tennis glanced at him and said.

Yes, Lord Tennis. Romon replied respectfully, I want to learn about medicinal herbs from Pharmacist Anson.

Well, managing herbs will be very hard... Pastor Tennis said hesitantly.

Although the medicine garden is within the scope of the temple, it does not completely belong to the temple. It is shared with Ansen. Now there is one more, of course he is not willing

Romon bowed and said, Pastor Tennis, I'm not afraid of hard work. Besides, I just want to learn from Mr. Anson. I will live outside in the future. Of course, if necessary, I am very willing to serve the goddess and the church.

Then, from tomorrow onwards, you can come to the temple, study with Anson, and have the right to read the library of the temple. Since it is not a share, and feeling the gaze of Miss Alini, Pastor Tennis hesitated, and finally said This sentence.

Yes, my lord pastor, thank you very much. Romon said with a bow filled with joy, Then I will take my leave.

Wait, Romon, you just became a druid. You must need money. This is what I rewarded you. Miss Alini took out a small bag and threw it to him.

Romon bowed deeply again, took the pouch, and backed out.

When he got outside, he opened the small bag and saw that there were twenty silver coins inside. Now, the money to buy the sword was more than enough. Remembering that it took Romon two years to accumulate one silver coin, now he has With so much money, he had to feel the different results brought about by different identities and strengths.

After thinking about it, Romon prepared to go to the guard camp in the town. Squadron Captain Kerrillo ordered him to take care of him. He could learn skills from Captain Richard for free. This kind of good thing should not be missed, and there are five What about the goblin leather money?

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