Chapter 1654 - I’m Just An Iron Fool Who Knows How To Forge

Chapter 1654: I'm Just An Iron Fool Who Knows How To Forge

Mag listened to Irina's suggestion, and really started planning a schedule to make Amy a female knight.

This was very challenging.

This was because Amy was not a piece of blank paper. Even though she was not even five years old, she was already reaching the 7th-tier for both her fire magic and ice magic, and she was also a close combat magic caster.

Krassu's close combat magic tactic relied on his powerful magic to create a sudden and powerful blast within a short distance, for example using the magic caster's staff to split the head. It was violent and impactful.

However, such a tactic was just child's play to Mag, who was a master at sword techniques. At the moment the magic caster's staff was raised, his sword could already find countless loopholes to attack.

With Krassu's abilities, one would have to worry if the enemy was able to resist his attack.

However, Amy was still growing, and if she met a powerhouse of the same tier or an even higher tier, she would be disadvantaged.

Of course, using magic in close combat was a very noble creation, and Amy was doing very well in it.

What Mag wanted to do was not to overthrow all that Amy had learned, but to work on the existing basics she had in close combat magic so that she could learn more comprehensive knight attack techniques and combine them with the explosiveness of close combat magic to make her attacks even more powerful.

His goal for her would be a magic caster with superb sword techniques.

This would probably be a combination like never before, and thinking about it alone made him excited.

I would still have to discuss it with Master Krassu if there's a chance. I need to have a better understanding of close combat magic so that I can find a suitable training method for Amy. Mag stroked his chin.

***

Rom came over very early in the afternoon.

He had been starting to get forgetful again recently. Although it was not to the extent of affecting his everyday life, it had reduced his efficiency in thinking about problems, and that made him uncomfortable.

The taste of the steamed fish head with diced hot red peppers was unforgettable, but what Rom really cared about was its special ability to make one become clear-headed.

He had not much time left, so he needed a clear head so that he could use his final moments to forge a real legendary weapon that would surpass all.

He had spent his entire life on a forging table, and would ideally want to die at the forging table too.

"Young Master Cyril, that is Master Rom over there. He is the best blacksmith on the whole Norland Continent. If we could hire him in our shop as the senior blacksmith, even if it was just in name, we would still become the best forging shop in the entire Norland Continent. That way, we wouldn't have to worry about getting orders," a sly-looking man in a horse-drawn carriage said while pointing to Rom.

"Then he's it. I want him to join our shop at whatever cost." Cyril looked squinted as he looked at Rom, and said with a scoff, "This time, I will definitely make Gloria have a taste of failure, and get everything she took from me back!"

"You have to be mentally prepared for a master of his caliber," the man beside Cyril reminded the latter.

"How much would you estimate it to be?" Cyril frowned. As he had been losing with his battle with Gloria recently, his status in the family had been getting lower and lower, and the money that he could command was getting more and more limited.

"I suppose…" That man pondered for a while, and said with certainty, "1,000,000 copper coins."

"1,000,000 copper coins?" Cyril frowned. This amount used to be his pocket money for a month, but in order to make the forging shop's account look better recently, he had been filling in most of the gaps from his own pocket. If he really had to fork out 1,000,000 copper coins, he would have to borrow from a few friends.

"Young Master, he is a real master, the kind that is super famous. This investment is definitely worth it," that man encouraged.

"Alright. Let's meet this master." Cyril nodded. He lifted the curtain of the horse-drawn carriage, and tidied himself before walking to Rom, who was in the line.

Cyril went to Rom with his head slightly tilted up, and said, "Hi. I'm Cyril."

Rom glanced at him and nodded slightly. It seemed like these people asking for weapons had followed him to Chaos City.

"That's your reaction after hearing my name?" Cyril frowned. He didn't expect this old fogey to be so disrespectful.

"This is Young Master Cyril from the Moreton Family," the man standing behind Cyril quickly introduced.

"Mm-hmm." Rom nodded out of courtesy again, and turned to face the direction of the restaurant entrance. Over the years, there had been countless royal princes, court officials, and young masters of certain families from different races who begged him to make them a weapon.

The people around in the line all looked over. Most of them recognized Cyril, and knew that he was the young master of the Moreton Family.

There were people who recognized Rom. Though this legendary forging master didn't appear much in public, his fame was not something an aristocrat like Cyril could compare to.

Everyone was curious about why Cyril would look for Master Rom. He was not one who would wield a knife or a sword, so it didn't seem like he would ask Master Rom to make him a weapon.

Cyril could not maintain his expression anymore. After all, he could be considered a celebrity in Chaos City. How could he be ignored by a dwarven blacksmith just like that in the public eye?

"Young Master, bear with it for the greater good. The forging shop's business is the top priority," that man reminded Cyril as he quickly tugged the corner of Cyril's shirt for fear that Cyril would mess things up in a moment of rashness.

Cyril recalled his three-month bet with Gloria, and took a deep breath to calm himself down. He looked at Rom, and tried to as calmly as possible say, "Master Rom, right? I would like to discuss a business with you."

Rom looked up at Cyril in a bit of shock, and then shook his head as he said, "I don't do business."

"This is not a small business. If we make a deal, I can guarantee that you will live in comfort in Chaos City." Cyril stuck out one finger with a smile, and said, "A-million-copper-coin business!"

"A million? Copper coins?" Rom frowned. He sized Cyril up. Is this fellow here to look for trouble?

"A million copper coins, and you're asking Master Rom for a deal? Tsk… I really don't know if I should say that he's fearless because he's ignorant, or that he's just dumb."

"I heard the last one who collected a knife from Master Rom, a demon elder, paid with around 1,000,000 dragon coins and a lot of top-grade forging materials."

"If Young Master Cyril manages to close the deal, he would be a god."

"Do you think the master is on the same level as him?"

The customers in the line could not hold back their laughter when they heard what Cyril said.

"Shocked by 1,000,000, huh?" Cyril was rather satisfied with Rom's reaction. He smiled, but was regretting a little. He should have offered 500,000 to test him out first, and he might even get to save some money.

"I'm just an iron fool who knows how to forge." Rom shook his head with a smile, and said, "A-million-copper-coin business is beyond me."