Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 852: Learn To Let Go

It was winter, the most idle time. The people in the town were idle, too. They all quietly gathered in front of Bawinter's dilapidated house. The blacksmith had a small reputation in the town, but it was not to the point where he was in full swing. Moreover, business was even more desolate this season. Occasionally, he would help people repair farm tools or weapons. It was cold in winter, and the blacksmith shop would not open until noon.

It was still more than an hour before noon. Anyone familiar with Bawenter knew that the old man was still asleep. At this moment, the housekeeper was seen walking up a few wooden steps, causing the already unstable wooden steps to creak. Then he knocked on the door and cleared his throat. "Is Mr. Baventer there, please?"

He shouted three times in a row.

Suddenly, a window opened on the second floor. Bavant was not bad at crafting, and the blacksmith's words were all done well. However, this window bolt had been loosened a long time ago, and the window that was swaying so hard in the wind was not repaired by the old man. Even the old blacksmith remained indifferent to the loopholes in the roof and the missing corners of the chimneys. It seemed to him that it was enough to cover his head with tiles. This would make even the most rogue idle man in the town sigh in admiration for his inferiority.

At this moment, the window shook twice. Fortunately, it did not smash down. Then, an old but full of gunpowder voice came from inside, "Which bastard was the one who made the noise in the morning? What noise? He wants to repair things after noon!"

"Well, Mr. Baventer, my lord is" said the butler awkwardly.

An old man with gray hair and a white beard poked out from behind the window and shouted, "It's the same even if the president comes! Daddy …"

He suddenly saw the man standing behind the butler and swallowed the words in his stomach. The onlookers heard the dignified man nod and smile, "Mr. Baventer, how many years have it been since we last met?" josei

"You are … you are …" Baventer caught his white hair and suddenly shouted, "Are you Mr. Horn? Heavens, why are you here?"

Then, he abruptly retracted his head. Then, there was a burst of hurried footsteps in the room. Following the series of sounds of tools falling down, the door of the house suddenly opened. The old man in thin clothes ran out and looked at Horn carefully. He sighed for a long time and said, "It's really you. Hey, why are you here?"

"I have something to ask." Horn smiled.

"That's definitely not a good job." Baventer muttered, but he still stood to the side and invited the two of them into the room. "What are you looking at? Don't tell me I can't have a few rich old master's friends. Scram! I'm not doing business today!" He shouted to the onlookers.

The crowd booed the old man, then burst into laughter and dispersed. Baventer closed the door, isolating the cold air outside. Inside the door was his iron shop, a stove that remained unextinguished for a long time, and the fire at the stove's entrance made the temperature in the room pleasant. An exhaust pipe was facing the top of the stove, and the ventilator of the pipe was buzzing, discharging all the choking smoke from the stove. On the side were three or five blacksmithing tools. There were several templates hanging on the wall, and the aura of life could be seen everywhere.

The iron shop was full of debris, and it was even difficult to find a place to stay. Bavente casually moved the odds and ends aside, cleared out an open space, and pulled back his usual chair, "Mr. Horn, please sit down. I'm no more narrow here than your Castle of Ugarte. There's only such a chair, so you'll do as you please."

The chair had been stained with rust and ashes all year round, and one of its legs was still shaking, looking very weak. Horn didn't seem to know about this. He just sat down and didn't mind that his well-made luxurious suit was in close contact with the rust ash. Bavinter took out a bottle of wine from somewhere and drank it himself. "Then, what can I do for Mr. Horn?" He said.

"Naturally, it's something that Mr. Baventer can do. Otherwise, I wouldn't want to disturb you." Horn looked at Steward Helsing behind him. The Steward nodded and left the room. A moment later, he returned with a long suitcase and placed it under Horn's feet. Horn opened it, and the linen in the suitcase was split into two squares, one long. There was a broken knife lying on the long square. It was dark and covered with iron lumps. It looked like a shoddy piece, and it was also a semi-finished piece. There was a box in the square, and faint heat was constantly escaping from the box.

Baventer's gaze fell on the broken saber, his eyes almost popping out. After a long time, he said, "This is Qianjun? Why is it in your hands? Could something have happened to Miss Melinda?"

Suddenly, a whirlwind blew in the room, causing the fire in the furnace to swallow uncontrollably, and the debris in the surroundings to jump non-stop. Hai Xin was slightly surprised, but he did not expect that this old blacksmith's Origin Energy was not low either. Horn said calmly, "Don't worry, General Melinda is fine. She gave me Qianjun as a gift to my grandson, Alan. Not long ago, Alan's child encountered a strong enemy that caused Qianjun to be damaged, so he asked me to find someone to repair it. I think you are probably the only one qualified to repair Qianjun, Mr. Baventer."

Baventer heaved a sigh of relief when he heard that Melinda was fine. He squatted down, reached out to touch Qianjun and gently wiped the blade. As if immersed in some sort of memory, he sighed and said, "Back then, General Meslin had obtained that rare meteorite essence and personally forged this heavy saber. I was just fighting from the side. This saber poured General Meslin's emotions and will into it. How could I repair it well? Moreover, Qianjun was carved from the Meteorite Essence, from the blade to the handle. "Now that it's broken, even if I can fuse it together again, I'll lose my former charm. It's worse than ordinary swords and blades. What's the use of continuing?"

Horn smiled and gently opened the box in the square. When the box was opened, a strong aura of flames rushed over, causing the temperature of the iron shop to rise sharply. Baventer's pupils constricted before he looked into the box. His gaze pierced through the dense flames that continuously surged out like mist and landed on the non-stone and non-iron heart of the Fire God. He was surprised, "This is …"

'"This is the material that Allen provided. It's called the Heart of the Fire God. It's a rare Origin Energy crystal. I've already measured it and found that it contains much more fire origin energy than the Eye of Prison Flame. If I use it to reconnect Qianjun, I hope that after restoring it, Qianjun won't lose its charm and will be even better than before."

Baventer suddenly pointed at the Heart of the Fire God, and an extremely pure thread of Origin Energy shot out from his fingertips. After this thread of Origin Energy was injected into the Heart of the Flame God, a burst of burning flames suddenly rose from the mouth of the box. The flames burned, and a faint rumbling sound resounded from the iron shop. It was like a volcano erupting. "This is indeed a rare material. Alright, I'll try my best. With such a material, there shouldn't be any problem repairing Qianjun. But after that, Qianjun will no longer be Qianjun, and you have to promise me one more thing."

"What is it?"

"Have your child Allen come here personally. He needs to do the final forging himself. Only in this way can he and the new saber have feelings for each other. Only then can Thousand Equals be reborn." Baventer said solemnly.

Horn nodded cheerfully, "I'll have him pay him a visit as soon as he comes back."

"Remember, let him come alone, and don't drive any flying cars. I don't want to be questioned by those gossipy guys all day long. They're annoying, you know."

Horn laughed and nodded.

It was already afternoon when they left Van der Sigh Town. Housekeeper Helsing was driving the car, and Horn and Anna were sitting behind the carriage. From beginning to end, Anna did not get off the car. Anna smiled when she heard that Baventure was willing to take over the job of repairing the broken saber. "Baventure will definitely accept it. Let alone his deep relationship with General Meslin, he doesn't want to see Thousand Average Loss anyway. Besides, Baventure is determined to surpass General Meslin in saber forging skills. How could he let go of this opportunity to challenge him?"

"That's what I think too." Horn looked at his secret warrior and whispered, "You should have seen him."

Anna smiled bitterly and said, "But he may not be happy to see me."

Horn sighed softly. Anna's husband was Lotte, Baventer's son. Their marriage had been strongly opposed by Baventer. Because he knew very well who Anna was and what kind of work she did. Bavente wanted his son to find an ordinary person, but Lotte and Anna got married in the end. But not long after they got married, Lott was assassinated. The incident was a huge blow to Anna, and Baventer could not forgive her. He believed that Lotte's incident was because of her relationship.

It was also because of Lotte's death and General Meslin's death that Baventer left the island and found a secluded town on the surface. If Horn hadn't asked him for help this time, he wouldn't have mobilized his men to dig him out. Horn was also well aware of the matter between him and Anna, an old subordinate. If it wasn't for this, he wouldn't have touched the wound in their hearts.

'"Do you think Bavinter doesn't know you're in the car?" Horn said indifferently. "With his personality, if he didn't want to see you, I would have been blown away as well. Why would he invite me in? Anna, it's been a long time. I don't think he hates you anymore. After all, it's not your fault."

"But Lotte is still his only son. Not only did I take him away from Bawenter, I also made him lose this son forever. He won't forgive me so easily."

"But he is also your husband!" Horn sighed and patted Anna, "There are some things that need to be put down. Lott has been dead for so many years, and you have already blamed yourself enough. Anna, you have to learn to let this go …"

Anna nodded reluctantly and her expression suddenly changed. Horn also seemed to feel something. He smiled faintly and said, "I really didn't expect that someone would find out my whereabouts even though I was already cautious."

Anna snorted coldly, "It's just a bunch of clowns." A cold killing intent flashed across her eyes.