Chapter 35

Besides Jean who led the way, Lumine and Paimon also followed.

Lumine's one-handed sword is not of high quality, and it is quite worn out. She wants to get a new weapon.

Paimon flew around the blacksmith shop, dazed by the dazzling array of weapons, rubbed her eyes, and asked:

"Are all the weapons of the West Wind Knights made here? Isn't the uncle's technique very strong?"

Unexpectedly, when she asked casually, the smile on Wagner, the owner of the blacksmith shop, disappeared.

He said with a cold face: "Humph! It's a boring question, if you doubt it, you'll know if you buy a weapon from the shop and try it!"

Wagner is notoriously eccentric, and because of this, he has been alone for so many years, and he has only recruited apprentices in recent months.

In the innermost display stand with finished weapons, the appearance is different.

In reality, there are no attributes such as critical strike rate or attack power bonus. The quality mainly depends on the raw materials and the quality of the inlaid rough.

The original stone is on the weapon and holy relic area. It does not have any elemental force attached and is simply used as the center to guide the elements.

Summer looked at the row of weapons: "Can't you recommend something? With so many weapons, it's not easy to choose."

"It's all about one mouth, everything is empty talk!" Wagner patted the blade with an iron ingot, and the crisp metal sound showed the texture.

"Only personal experience is needed. If you don't even know this, you will suffer sooner or later, brat!"

I was given a life lesson for no apparent reason, leaving Summer at a loss.

Jean explained: "Uncle Wagner doesn't like others to doubt his skills, and I use the honor of a knight as a guarantee. Uncle Wagner's forging skills are one of the best in Mondstadt."

Summer nodded: "Understand, masters generally hate being questioned."

After all, it was the guest brought in by Jean. Although Wagner was not happy, he still maintained a normal way of hospitality.

He took out a gray-white big sword from the display cabinet and threw it over: "Here is a trial sample, you can take a look."

In the past, he always saw in some novels that a certain fierce general's sword weighed 82 catty (49.2 kilograms), and someone's halberd weighed more than 100 catty (60 kilograms). I thought it was a fabrication to fool people.

But the weapon in front of him that was almost the same height weighed nearly 100 kilograms. He couldn't directly support it with his hands, so he could only use his shoulders to support it, and he was a little embarrassed for a while.

Summer couldn't help but doubt his decision, thinking about whether a one-handed sword would be better...

"The big sword is different from the one-handed sword. It's about weight and strength. It's all made of marcasite with the highest density."

Wagner chuckled disdainfully: "Look at your body, let's change to a one-handed sword!"

"It's very heavy, isn't it? Be careful not to get hurt." Lumine stepped forward to care and pushed the big sword slightly, but it didn't move.

"Unfortunately..." Summer reluctantly held the sword steady, and sweat had already fallen.

"It's okay, I can't move it at all, and what do you mean by [Your body], it's a little thinner than Diluc."

When the hand is held gently, a clear warm current purifies the unpleasantness in his heart.

Jean came behind Summer like a big sister, like a trainer teaching swordsmanship, hugging Summer to help support the two-handed sword.

The blond hair ran through the roots of her ears, and the slightly shorter height was extremely reliable.

A gentle breeze swayed around the blade, and the heavy giant sword suddenly relaxed a lot.

The smell of dandelion came from behind, and people couldn't help but take a deep breath back and forth, wanting to keep this fragrance in their hearts.

Before crossing, if you ask which character is the most attractive for Summer, there is no doubt that he will answer Jean.

Every time she runs, the twisting curve and the obvious outline make people unable to divert their attention.

But seeing the real Jean, feeling her clear and tenacious will, he only has longing and respect in his heart.

"You can try to use the wind element to assist... The weapon usually is placed in the space of the 'Vision', and when needed, it can be waved with the help of wind."

Jean is very experienced in this area, her sword is much faster than the average person.

The wind element can take part of the weight of the weapon, and even use the traction to speed up the swing of the weapon.

Using the wind element to assist is indeed the solution.

However, the cost of using elemental power for Summer is too high, which means that every time the sword is drawn, an artifact must be consumed, and it is uncertain how long the elemental power is brought by the artifact will last.

If it exploded directly like in a tavern, wouldn't it have to consume an artifact with every swing of the sword, who can afford it!

Jean smiled and turned her head away, just in time to meet Summer's longing gaze, and the breaths they exhaled entangled with each other.

"Well... you can try..."

Jean let go of his hand and took two steps back, still with a shallow smile on her face.

The temperature in the blacksmith shop was too high, and their cheeks were slightly hot. Fortunately, the wind just raised could cool them down.

Wind? The wind-driven by the lyre around is...

"Have you heard a story?" A familiar voice rang in the wind.

They didn't know when the green hat bard came.

The blacksmith shop is not a formal house, but a shed supported by four sturdy columns.

Originally it was opened outside the city, but after the expansion of Mondstadt City, it was enclosed.

The inner sides of the four pillars were blackened by the smelting fire, and the green hat bard leaned on the clean outer side, holding his lyre in his hand.

Lumine was right next to him, but she didn't notice: "Where did you go just now? Why did you suddenly disappear from the tavern?"

"At that time, I remembered that there were still believers waiting for my song in the square, so I left for a while."

Venti is not ashamed of lies, he is a god, and everything is reasonable.

Paimon leaned on her waist and broke it out: "Obviously, he ran away as soon as he heard that it was time to clean up! You stink!"

The bard touched the back of his head and stuck out his tongue playfully: "Te-he."

Summer punched in the air, and the two-handed sword next to him lost its support and almost fell to the ground.

He was easily stabilized by Venti, and the wind could do anything for him.

And Summer asked angrily: "What story did you want to tell again?"

"It's a story about the Knight of the North Wind." Venti began to fiddle with the strings.

The weird-tempered Wagner didn't have the slightest fondness for the bard, and the guy called Six Fingers Joseph would interrupt his business every time he came over.

But when the young bard in front of him began to play, his clear voice began to descant.

Wagner couldn't refuse, he could only listen quietly.

The story ripples in the streets—

"The knight is known as the North Wind finally ended his wandering in the city of the God of Wind."

"The wind of the floating waves and the visitor will attract each other, and the freedom of unbridled waves will usher in hesitation."

"When the knight entered the city, the traveling companions said goodbye in silence on the distant hills."

"The unruly wolves, who hate the smell of city walls and lights, still need vast fields."

"The knight of the North Wind imprisoned himself in the city with the heart of eternal freedom."

"The wolves that come with the wind run freely in the woods outside the city, but their hearts are in the hands of the knights."

"The knight went out of the city to hunt demons twice, and the wolves hunted with him according to the smell of battle."

"The lone wolf and the knight have always been in tacit understanding, advancing and retreating in unison, as if they were one."

"Even though wolves and knights are inseparable, the beasts are not as old as the living creatures."

"The knight of the north wind finally used the sword as a mound and buried the wolf in the countryside far away from the city."

"The knights of the North Wind abandoned the fortress from now on, cherishing the freedom of the wolf, and then wandering with the wind."

"And the wolf's immortal spirit resides here forever."

"Guarding the verdant land that the knights once guarded."

(If someone doesn't know, he's talking about the Wolf of the North, Andrius, one of the 4 guardian beasts of Mondstadt)