"It's here." Le Zhengling pointed to the shop in front of her that looked inconspicuous and did not even have a jingle sound representing the blacksmith shop inside, and said to Luo Chen.

"Is this the best swordsman in Vis Pompeii?" Luo Chen was a little unbelievable.

If it really looks like Le Zhengling said, why does this store seem to have no business at all?

"If you don't believe it, forget it." Le Zhengling gave him a blank look and walked straight in.

She felt that she must be crazy.

It would be fine to grab Luo Chen in the library and ask him to answer those messy questions, but why did Luo Chen bring him this place in person after he said he wanted to cast a sword?

Even if there are no plans in the afternoon, you shouldn't be with this annoying guy, right?

Looking at Luo Chen following him, Le Zhengling thought for a long time, and finally just hummed softly.

"Forget it, just treat it as compensation for delaying his time in the morning."

There was indeed no business in the blacksmith shop, only the man with a red complexion and a big face that looked about forty was lying on a chair, as if he was taking a nap.

Le Zhengling came to him and shouted loudly: "Uncle Toville, get up!"

The big man's body shook suddenly and rolled down from the chair.

The huge body smashed the ground and dusted.

Seeing him like this, Le Zhengling covered her mouth and laughed in joy.

Luo Chen couldn't help but glance at Le Zhengling. Seeing her so many times, the little girl was either cold-faced or angry, and it was the first time she saw her happy smile.

"So it's Zhengzi. Come on, why do you want to scare me every time?" The man raised his head and saw Le Zhengling and said angrily. "If I hadn't been young enough, I would have been scared to death by you." He glanced at Luo Chen who was a little further away, and the man frowned. "Take people to come to me to cast swords again? Didn't I say that the swords I cast were for people to use, not for people to use as decorations. Do young men like him who were so weak at first glance know how to use swords?"

"Actually, I don't think he understands..." Le Zhengling couldn't help but mutter in her heart.

However, because Luo Chen was brought by her, she still wanted to do things beautifully, so she leaned close to the big man and whispered: "Uncle Toville, I am not asking you to show your best skills. I just need to just treat him as he asks."

Toville glared at Le Zhengling: "Personal? Wouldn't it ruin my reputation as Toville?"

"Anyway, he doesn't know who you are." Le Zhengling smiled. "You can help me. After you finish, will I invite you to drink?"

Toville's eyes suddenly shone: "Is it the one I drank last time?"

Le Zhengling nodded slightly.

Toville couldn't help rubbing his hands hard: "Okay, I'll help you this time." He waved to Luo Chen. "Hey, boy, what kind of sword do you want? Tell me."

When Luo Chen came over, he did not forget to turn around and whisper to Le Zhengling, "Little girl, you have worked so hard to make a sword for this kid. Could he be your little lover?"

"Ah?" Le Zhengling was stunned, then she was embarrassed and angry. She couldn't help but want to punch Toville, but found that Luo Chen had already come over, so she had to hold it back.

"Are you okay?" Luo Chen looked at Le Zhengling with a strange look.

"It's okay!" Le Zhengling squeezed out two words from her teeth viciously.

"Okay, boy, don't worry about her, tell me your request, hurry up and finish the sword and I'll have a drink." Toville laughed and patted Luo Chen and said.

Luo Chen nodded and reported a series of data.

"The sword body is 1.37 meters long, the sword hilt is about 17 cm long, the sword width is about 5 cm, and the thickness is best not to exceed half a centimeter. The weight is best controlled between 4 kilograms. It does not need to be particularly sharp, but it must be strong enough."

Hearing Luo Chen's request, Toville and Le Zhengling were both stunned.

"Boy, your requirements are too detailed, right?" Toville couldn't help but say.

When ordinary people build sword weapons, they only need to have a rough length and weight. As for the specific data, it depends on the swordsman who masters himself. How can he not only accurately measure the data to centimeters like Luo Chen, but also require the sword width and even the length of the sword hilt.

"Is it very delicate?" Luo Chen's expression seemed a little strange.

In fact, in his opinion, these requirements are simply very rough.

According to his calculation results, the perfect data should be accurate to microns, but he also knew that in this world where purely handmade swords were cast, the values ​​he required were simply impossible.

"This kid is so weird." Tovil glanced at Luo Chen, estimated it in his mind, and found that according to the data provided by Luo Chen, the style of this sword was not much different from the swords used by those young men to decorate.

Thinking of this, his eyes when he looked at Luo Chen were immediately filled with contempt.

"If it weren't for the little girl who was begging me, I wouldn't have been lazy to create such a broken sword."

Toville was lazy and indifferent, starting to build it on the spot.

Originally, in his opinion, with his master-level techniques and rich sword-casting experience, casting such a decorative sword is easy to capture, but when he made the prototype, he suddenly realized that according to this prototype, the final sword was probably not enough to meet Luo Chen's requirements.

The key is weight.

Luo Chen required the weight of this sword to be about 4 kilograms, and the decorative swords of those young men were actually just some metal pieces, which could only last a little more than a kilogram.

Don't underestimate the weight of 4 kilograms.

Perhaps no one thinks there will be any problem with carrying 4 kilograms of things, but if you wave it with a sword of such weight, it will require not only strength, but also skills.

"Does this kid really want to use a sword?" Tovil threw the prototype into the furnace and abandoned it. He couldn't help but look at Luo Chen, who was closing his eyes and wondering what he was thinking. "But what power can such a thin and short sword have?"

After a failure, Toville paid a lot of attention when he created it again.

He found that it was not so easy to complete a sword that met Luo Chen's requirements, because ordinary metals could hardly weigh 4 kilograms under the sword required by Luo Chen.

To do this, you can only make the forged metal more dense after continuous tempering.

This is the first time Toville has faced such a request, which is also a challenge for him.

After more than two hours, Toville tried all his strength and finally completed the sword.

After Luo Chen took the sword, he waved his hand and nodded with satisfaction.

Although the data of this sword did not reach the perfect level he calculated, it was generally within the range he needed, and it can be said that it basically met his requirements.

"Uncle Toville, how much does it cost?" Luo Chen inserted the sword into the scabbard and put it away, asking Uncle Toville.

But Tovil stared at the sword that had been hung behind Luo Chen for a while, and suddenly asked, "Boy, is your master the demon swordsman Gu Chengfeng?"

"Of course not!" Before Luo Chen could answer, Le Zhengling had already shouted out first. "Gu Chengfeng is such a famous holy martial artist, how could he be his master? Luo Chen is the son of General Luo Lingtian. Uncle Toville, don't you even know General Luo Lingtian, right?"

"Oh? Is General Luo Lingtian's son? I remember General Luo Lingtian's martial arts were created by his own Liaoyuan gun technique, right?"

"Well, my father and elder brother both use big guns." Luo Chen nodded and responded.

"That's strange..." Tovil grabbed his chin with one hand and thought, "When I was forging a sword just now, I suddenly remembered that the sword used by the demon swordsman Gu Chengfeng was similar to that of this kid's sword, and I thought this kid had received his guidance."

"That's weird." Le Zhengling snorted coldly. "If this guy was Gu Chengfeng's apprentice, how could he still be a useless guy now?"

"That seems like a coincidence." Toville laughed and stopped asking.

Luo Chen said goodbye with Le Zhengling.

After leaving the blacksmith shop, the two of them were speechless all the way. Just as they were about to arrive at the academy, Le Zhengling suddenly asked, "Luo Chen, you suddenly want to make a sword. Are you preparing to practice sword skills?"

Luo Chen nodded: "Of course."

Le Zhengling sighed softly: "Even if you have learned the top sword skills, if you cannot practice the fighting spirit, it will be useless after all."

Luo Chen looked at Le Zhengling in surprise. Could it be that she was caring about herself in this tone?

After thinking about it, Luo Chen smiled and said, "I know this principle too. But I also know that if I don't do anything, there will be no hope in my life. As long as I work hard, even if there is only one-tenth of hope or even no hope at all, it will be much better than not working hard at all."

Le Zhengling couldn't help but be stunned. Looking at Luo Chen with confidence and glorious face, she suddenly realized that Luo Chen is really different from the guy who used to be cowardly, decadent, and even dared to fight back when she was bullied.

Could it be that his temperament changed drastically after committing suicide like the rumor?
Chapter completed!