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Chapter 1972 Magic Tool 1

I woke up again, and as usual, I continued to pretend to be asleep, accepted the previous plot, and then opened my eyes. Otherwise, if someone saw him awake, work would start immediately.

But this time it wasn't her turn to close her eyes, because a bucket of cold water poured directly on her face.

"Ahem..." She squirted out the water from her nose and mouth and had to wake up.

"Laggy bones, the sun is so high, I'm still asleep. Get up to work!" A man cursed loudly and loudly, and there was a "ding-ding-dang-dang" ironclad sound.

Xining wiped her face with her hands and finally saw clearly.

This is a blacksmith shop similar to the medieval era, a guy full of flesh, taking a sledgehammer and standing opposite him, a young man and an apprentice, was smacking irons.

"Why are you still standing there? Go and get a bucket of water!" The blacksmith shouted while thrusting the iron, his voice so loud that he couldn't even cover up the sound of the iron.

Looking at the empty wooden barrels that were undulating in front of me, and the smell of rust on my body, the water that was poured on my body just now should be used for ironwork and quenching.

Your mother, use dirty water to destroy my sister, do you know that my sister is the main god?

But this is not the time to get angry. The pain on her body reminded her that her body must have been beaten yesterday. It can be seen from the fact that she reached out to get the wooden barrel and had several red scars on her arm, which was as thin as a reed stick.

A hero will not suffer any loss before his eyes, and it will not be too late for a good god to take revenge for ten years.

Carrying the bucket, she walked out.

Outside is a yard, broken and fenced with wood. The ground is full of mud, and two pigs are rolling in the mud, and a few chickens are walking around. The air is filled with stench, which tastes similar to the toilet. A medieval scene in Europe?

The well was in a corner of the yard, carrying the bucket, walking over with one foot low and one foot high and one foot. Each foot felt mud and water overflowing the barefoot feet. There was no swinging wheel, and a bucket tied with a hemp rope was placed on the well.

This stomach was so hungry that I was still rumbled with injuries on my body. Damn, Mo Ming, did you do it on purpose?

Mo Ming: "After doing so many tasks that are either rich or noble, you should also experience the lives of the lower classes of human beings."

Xining...

The blacksmith inside shouted: "Where is the water? This lazy bone, if you don't call the water, don't think about having a meal today!"

The hemp rope was very rough, but the hands on her body were also rough. A bucket of water was poured into the wooden barrel, and she carried the bucket back.

The wooden barrel was very large, enough to fill two buckets of water to get a bucket of water from the well. But she didn't want to fill it up, so she just had half a bucket of water. It was already a little difficult to carry it. If the bucket was full, the speed of going back would be slower. If the foot slipped again, she would definitely be beaten.

He took it to the blacksmith and just put it down, the blacksmith put the newly beaten iron into the water. With a "sweet" sound, the iron was cooled down.

The blacksmith put the cooled iron back into the burning fire, walked to the side, picked up the pot and drank the water, and started cursing again: "It's only half a bucket of water, this lazy bone is getting lazy."

"Oh, I'll go and get another bucket of water." She walked out, went to the well and got back, poured it into the wooden barrel.

When the blacksmith saw it, he scolded: "I'm so slow to beat the water, go to the yard to bring some firewood."

Damn it, you and your apprentice have time to rest, but my sister has to keep her hands and feet. After Xining said "Oh", she walked to the yard with a bucket.

Put the bucket, go to the other side to move the firewood, and accept the plot.

The person named Carly, like many people here, the common people only have no surnames. There are only a few names and no surnames. If there are too many people calling, they will add nicknames or regions; such as John, Charlie, and Peter of Portley.

And the owner is the poor Carly.

Xining...

The owner is an orphan, twelve years old this year. After both of her parents died two years ago, the powerful magic weapon repairman Matthew took her in.

Magic weapon repairman... This is a circle as the focus.

This world is a world with magic. Swords have spiritual energy and are alive. They will resonate with the owner who signed the contract and assist the owner in attacking or defending. The strong man Matthew is a junior repairman who creates and restores damaged weapons. But it is limited to weapons that have not yet been "dead". If the weapon is broken and more than half of the broken spirit, it will be completely dead. Just like humans, you cannot be too seriously injured.

The world is full of war, with wars between kings fighting for territory, and confrontations in the streets and alleys, forests and wilderness. The weapons are consumed very normally. Roll the edges and break a piece of it. Then you have to get the magic weapon repairman, knock it, and add a piece of iron, and it can be used again.

If it is bad, then intermediate and advanced repairmen need to use potions to increase the spiritual energy of the magic weapon, and even upgrade the magic power to make it extremely tough. Even if they can create a sword, with five meters of sword energy, and split a horse into two petals like butter.

The apprentice looked like the son of the strong man Matthew, the freckled little Matthew, who, as the name suggests, was named after the freckles on the edge of his nose.

The strong man Matthew originally planned to keep his son as his wife. It was not easy to marry a wife here, and he needed to give the woman a sum of money. The more beautiful the girl is, the higher the gift.

The money earned by being a repairman is considered a well-off locally. But seeing that the owner looks good, his parents and relatives are all dead, he can do whatever he wants to do to her and end up cleanly. In order to save money, multiple people are working well, so they stayed.

But the strong man Matthew had a bad temper. His wife was beaten away by him before. Later, he found another one, but was beaten away again. Women are not fools. As long as someone is willing to take her away, who would be willing to be beaten every day?

The index didn't look for a wife anymore. After making money, I went to the tavern next to me to drink and found a woman, and even gambled. Anyway, my wife had already prepared her for her son, so I got drunk now.

When gambling, you often lose nine out of ten gambling. If you lose all of them, you will come back and lose your temper. The owner becomes an unlucky punching bag. After a violent beating last night, he fell asleep crying. The new and old injuries on his body were all pulled with a leather belt that tied his clothes.

In the previous plot, the owner was struggling. He originally thought that if he became a daughter-in-law in the future and had a child in his stomach, his situation would improve.

As a result, when she was 13 years old, the strong man Matthew lost another bet. He went home drunk and beat him with a belt. After losing his true nature, he gave his master...

Uh, Xining rubbed her face. She was only 13 years old. And her body was obviously not well developed. How could she do it?

From then on, the treatment of the owner increased. He was not often beaten, and the strong man Matthew stopped going to the tavern to find women to gamble. But in exchange for it, the strong man Matthew would often touch the straw pile where she was lying...

When the seventeen-year-old Matthew saw it, he couldn't help but do the same thing. The father and son tacitly tortured their master as if they were taking turns to work night shifts.

The boss was pregnant when he was 15 years old! The strong man Matthew made another weird decision to marry her son.

Cough cough cough... Xining couldn't help but cough. This is called "Taoma" plot. If it was filmed, it would definitely be a river crab. Of course, this is not the ending, there is still something to do later.
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