Journey to the Half-Elf Plane

Chapter 12

Loki listened to the old dwarf's instructions. In the past almost an hour, sweat was pouring from his forehead. His two lean arms felt like they were not his own, and he was almost too tired to lift his hands.

The repeated folding and forging process of the claw knife has been completed, and the old dwarf pointed to the liquid in a large water tank.

"Do you know what to do next? Quench, look at this water tank, it contains Father Wildhammer's exclusive secret recipe."

"It contains four kinds of animal fats, half and half mixed with water and stirred well..."

The old dwarf looked at the half-elf boy who was listening carefully and said loudly: "The secret recipe of quenching oil is not something you should know."

"What are you waiting for? That's your weapon. Put it in and temper it, hurry up."

Loki clenched the large iron pliers with slightly trembling hands. The semi-finished claw knife was still in a red and high-temperature state. When it came into contact with the liquid in the vat, it instantly aroused a burst of white mist.

The old dwarf nodded, "That's it. Look at that, what a wonderful quenching oil!"

After hearing this, Loki nodded in agreement.

"I have to admit that you work hard, little half-elf, even though you can't become a blacksmith."

The old dwarf looked at Loki and said with satisfaction: "But I am very optimistic about you. You have the talent to become a blacksmith apprentice. Well, yes, when you grow up, you will definitely become a qualified blacksmith apprentice!"

Loki nodded, his face looking sincere, "I'm honored, Father Wildhammer."

"Well, then don't be your little beggar. Look how thin you have become. Come and be an apprentice here. No one will discriminate against your half-elf identity here. Maureen, bring some food! "

After hearing the old dwarf's instructions, Molin, the teenage apprentice in the shop just now, took the food and placed it on the small table in front of Loki.

"Look, this is authentic highland goat milk, this is cheese refined from goat milk, and here is some bread, why did you finish it all? This is for the two of us..."

The half-elf boy patted his belly gently. Although the food provided by the old dwarf was not rich in variety, this was the first time he had eaten something so delicious and warm since he came to this world. He couldn't help but be grateful.

Loki thought for a moment, and then said politely: "Father Wildhammer, thank you for the food. I need a few days to think about it."

The old dwarf thought that the half-elf boy had agreed in his heart, and clapped his hands happily: "Okay, now that you have eaten, let me tell you how to sharpen the blade."

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It wasn't until the afternoon that Loki left Father Wildhammer's weapons store with two forged tactical claw knives.

Before leaving, the old dwarf gave him another small gift, a strong animal skin belt.

It would be much more convenient for Loki to have this belt at ordinary times. The scabbard of the claw knife can be fixed on the back waist. Since the claw knife is relatively short, it can be easily covered and hidden by the hem of his coat. When needed, he can just touch the back waist with both hands to remove it. Take out the tactical claw knife as soon as possible.

The old dwarf hoped that Loki would leave his status as a beggar and become his full-time apprentice. Of course Loki was a little moved. You must know that all beggars have the most miserable life, and he certainly didn't want to remain miserable.

But considering Father Wildhammer’s ordinary dwarf craftsman background and physical attributes, strength: 1.9, agility: 0.7, constitution: 1.1, overall it is not as high as Quaid of the Underworld Brotherhood, even more

What's more, there are some bigger gang leaders above Quaid who are more powerful than him.

Leaving the beggar rashly to become a blacksmith apprentice would undoubtedly bring great danger to himself and the old dwarf. Loki had actually rejected this idea in his heart.

The strong sunshine at noon finally dispersed the mist over the fog castle, and the whole sky made people feel more open.

Loki walked along the gray stone road for a while, and finally arrived at the circus in the city square.

The circus performance has been held for several days, but every day there are new tricks in the show, so the number of people watching has not decreased, and the flow of people has always been endless.

Rocky walked very quickly. He almost didn't stop after touching a few money bags outside. He walked to the ticket door again and honestly bought the ticket before going in.

People were still close to each other in the circus, but this had no effect on the thin and thin Rocky. He wormed his way through the crowd, and soon he saw the target he was looking for this time in a performance area.

The female dwarf Olivia is still neatly dressed, with her golden hair combed back into several beautiful braids. If it were not for her short height, her entire appearance would be that of a human girl.

Rocky found that her performance was different. It was not the thrilling knife-throwing performance of the previous days, but an acrobatic-like performance.

I saw the female dwarf flexibly fidgeting with a dagger first with her fingers, and the dagger flew flexibly in her small palm. Then she added another dagger, and the two daggers flexibly moved towards the two butterflies between her fingers.

The crowd of spectators almost held their breath when they saw that she added four daggers to each hand, and the gleaming short blades were still dancing as flexibly as before.

As cheers continued from the crowd, she suddenly threw all the daggers into the air at the same time, and when the short blades fell, she did acrobatics like throwing and catching balls at the same time.She threw the sharp daggers in various ways, increasing the difficulty of the movements from time to time.

Loki could not take his eyes off it. Although it was not a novel acrobatic, but at the level of difficulty of a female dwarf, it was undoubtedly very eye-catching.

After a while, the female dwarf's wonderful performance ended, and she soon disappeared from the stage. About 10 minutes later there will be a magic show.

Looking at the small aisle leading to the backstage, there are many people at the door, so it is not suitable to meet the female dwarf now.

Loki planned to watch the show and wait a while, but unexpectedly, a familiar figure approached him.

"Hey, half-elf kid, Loki, that's your name, right?"

It was Duncan, a tauren who was more than two meters tall. His horns were raised high in the sky, and his big face looked down at Loki and asked.

Loki frowned, lowered his head in secret vigilance, and thought for a moment before answering yes.

"That's right. Olivia wants to see you, so come with me." After saying that, the tauren lifted the half-elf boy's collar with one hand without any explanation and walked toward the circus.

Halfway through, Duncan paused and then said as if he remembered something: "By the way, I remembered, Loki?"

Loki was being held in one hand, feeling uncomfortable throughout his body and mind, "What are you talking about?"

The tauren fumbled in his trouser pocket for a long time, and then he took out a wrinkled hat, which was a dark green octagonal hat.

"This should be yours, give it back to you!"

After the tauren finished speaking, he directly put the hat on the head of the half-elf boy.