I am a blacksmith An apprentice blacksmith from a windmill village The apprentice is also a blacksmith, right? One day, an old bard passed by our village. In the only tavern in our village, he told strange and strange heroic stories and recited beautiful poems. Soon, most of the people in the village were attracted. Of course I... didn't go, I was busy making Cecilia's farm tools in the shop. She is a beautiful girl The sonorous knocking sound mixed with sparks, I was concentrating on shaping this piece of iron, inadvertently, I saw a light figure walking into the tavern, yes, the old Nord's tavern was just across from my house. I was dumbfounded for a while, the redness on the iron has not faded. It looks like this, at least a few hundred beats to form it, but at that time, the story is probably finished... Let’s go, anyway, the master is already It’s not there anymore, it’s not bad to just listen to the story and broaden your horizons. Thinking of this, I put down the hammer, picked up the burning red embryo and put it in the bucket. "laugh" Steam came out, and I changed my clothes, but I couldn't help but glance at the small stone stele in the main hall before going out. Phew, it's so lively, it's been a long time since there have been so many people together in the village. As soon as I walked into the tavern I saw the bard talking about heroes at the middle table What dragon slayer, monster hunter What to save the princess All the teenagers showed worshiping eyes. But I noticed Cecilia with her chin in a daze. Yes, girls still like those love stories. "Do you like to hear stories too... I thought you just like to stay by the fire?" She also noticed me and beckoned to me. "The old gentleman also said that there is a castle..." I held my hands as I listened to her chattering, and I felt that the climax part of the story in the blushing bard population was not as interesting as what the young girl said. Yes... I also eavesdropped on it yesterday... Maybe it was time to make a hatchet... Maybe... It was time to make a hammer... I don't remember anymore, it was too fascinating. We talked for a long time, from the old Cole at the head of the village to my friend Fatty in the next village From fairy tales to the history of the mainland seen in the bookstore, in the end Old Nord said that he would drive us out, only to find that everyone had already left, only a table of empty wine glasses and the old Nord’s A fat cat. From this day on, I stopped staying in the smithy all day. Sometimes by the river Sometimes on the hillside Sometimes behind the Fia’s yard (The only parrot in our village is tethered there) Sometimes in the wheat field just harvested by others Cecilia almost took me to the whole village. She was an explorer. Before I met her, I didn't know what was so interesting in the village. Once, we walked together for a long time and ran to the next door Chenlu Town, and we even met my friend Fatty in the next village. of course The work that the master taught me did not fall. Sometimes when I played with her, I didn't know it until the evening. Every night, I will rush to make today's order. After all, I still need some iron tools to exchange my bread. It’s just that sometimes when I get up early in the morning and clean up the house, I can’t help but look at the master’s room with a guilty conscience, although there are no more people living there...