Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

"Dish...chopper?" The dwarf boy was stunned for a moment. Although he had only followed Master Rom for half a year, he received many famous guests every day and heard many strange requests, but the chopper was indeed the first one. heard once.

"Yes." Mag nodded in confirmation, and added: "It's the kitchen knife that the chef uses to cut the ingredients when cooking."

"Master Rom said that I don't see any customers today, and I won't accept anyone's orders. You should go back." The boy shook his head. This human chef probably didn't understand the situation. He is a master, and he came here to forge handy weapons, but his request was to forge a kitchen knife.

"Please inform me." McGonagall insisted.

The little guy looked at Mag's firm gaze, thought for a while, nodded and said, "Okay, then let me tell you something for you, but don't expect too much."

"Thank you." Mag nodded.

The boy turned around and entered the door. The interior of the weapons shop was much more spacious than the exterior, but there was no light, only two dim wall lamps, which made the interior look a bit dim.

A teenage blacksmith stood in front of the stove, vigorously wielding the heavy hammer in his hand, beating the red iron block into a flat shape.

An old dwarf with gray hair was sitting on an iron stool in front of the stove, the pipe in his mouth had been burned out, and his eyes were a little devoid of looking at the sparks jumping in the stove.

"Master Rom." The boy stepped forward and called out cautiously.

The old man was stunned for a while before raising his head, his red nose was swollen, his brows were wrinkled, and he said impatiently, "What's the matter? Haven't those annoying guys left yet?"

"No, they have already left, but there is a chef outside who claims to be from the city of chaos, and wants to ask you to make a kitchen knife for him, please let me inform you." The master's expression felt that he was going to be troubled by the guy at the door.

"Chopper?" Master Rom was obviously stunned for a moment, as if he had thought of something, his voice raised twice, "You mean, there is a guy outside who asked me to make a kitchen knife for him?"

Cold sweat began to flow on the boy's forehead, and he suddenly regretted why he had to inform that guy about a kitchen knife. He might lose the opportunity to continue working in Master Roma's workshop, but he could only do it under the gaze of Master Roma. Bite the bullet and nodded.

"Hmph! I started learning blacksmithing at the age of five,

I stopped making kitchen knives and hoes when I was eight years old. Over the past 400 years, I have lost count of how many weapons I have made, but all of them are called magic weapons. Now someone asks me to make kitchen knives? Does this mean that I am already dead? ! "Master Rom kicked over the iron frame on the side, and the iron frame full of unfinished weapons fell to the ground with a loud noise.

The little apprentice blacksmithing slowly put down the hammer in his hand, and looked at the boy worriedly.

The little boy panicked, and his voice trembled slightly: "I...I'll let him go right away."

"No need! Get out, get out!" Master Roma shouted angrily.

"Yes." The boy and the apprentice agreed, but they didn't dare to clean up the mess, and hurried towards the door.

Mag, who was standing at the door, clearly heard the movement inside through the half-hidden door, and felt a little guilty when he saw the two boys who hurried out and closed the door.

"You go, Mr. Rom won't see you." The boy gave Mag a complicated look, and then left with the other boy with a dejected expression. Both of them looked a little lonely from their backs.

"Father, why are they unhappy?" Amy asked a little puzzled.

"They might lose their jobs because of their father being reprimanded by their master." Mag looked at the backs of the two of them, thinking that maybe he should find a chance to make it up to them.

Until the backs of the two disappeared at the end of the street, Mag looked away and looked at the old workshop with a long history.

"System, does this kitchen knife have to be forged by Master Rom? Is it feasible to change to a high-level forge?" Mag asked in his heart.

"Master Rom is the number one blacksmith in the world, and his forging skills are unmatched. Only the kitchen knife he forged can achieve the effect of cutting nothing, and it is also a good kitchen knife that can accompany the host for life. Therefore, the host must invite Luo Mu Only when Master Mu forges a kitchen knife for you can the mission be successful." The system replied.

"System, your task is unreasonable. People simply look down on forging kitchen knives. This is an impossible task." McGonagall resisted.

"On the road to become a kitchen god, there will always be various troubles. I hope the host can actively overcome them. Come on!" the system encouraged, and then disappeared completely.

"Fuck." Mag rolled his eyes, looked at the closed door, and fell into deep thought.

In the blacksmith shop, Rom looked at the mess on the ground, sighed deeply, and lay back in the chair, staring at the fire in a daze.

He has never left this forge in his life. He learned forging from his father at the age of five, forged the best kitchen knives and hoes in Eisenirburg by himself at the age of six, and forged weapons at the age of eight. Since then, he has been out of control.

The Tiandu Sword was forged for a knight from afar when he was twenty years old.

It took him a whole year to successfully forge that sword.

And that young knight held that sword in the northern part of the human race's territory, made great achievements, beheaded many strong men, and gained the attention of the world, becoming a famous forging master.

In the following hundreds of years, weapons were forged from his hands, and then turned into murderous weapons in the hands of strong men.

His reputation is getting louder and louder. The tenth-level powerhouses line up to ask him to forge weapons. The dignitaries of all races lower their noble heads and only ask for a weapon he forged.

Even during the years of racial chaos, he still never left his forging workshop, immersed himself in the forging, gave those strong ones a handful of powerful weapons, and achieved a great reputation in the Nolan Continent. He became the number one blacksmith master.

He doesn't know what he wants, but he enjoys the feeling of being immersed in forging, and is even more obsessed with the sense of accomplishment when the forging is successful, watching the magic weapon come out of the oven.

And just two years ago, when he woke up one morning, he suddenly couldn't remember what he had done yesterday, and he even forgot how many hammers and procedures he had gone through for the sword that was forged yesterday.

This is undoubtedly fatal for a blacksmith.

He can no longer complete the forging of a weapon independently, but he is also unwilling to expose this matter to anyone.

So he became irritable and irritable, drove away the most familiar apprentices, stopped accepting new orders, and did not hand over a weapon for two years.

Four hundred years of life seemed to be coming to an end.

Rom knew about it himself, but he didn't want to admit it.

He was willing to fall on his forging platform one day, and never wanted to die in such a muddle.

"Excuse me, can you lend me a knife?" Just then, there was a knock on the door and a soft and lovely voice.