Devil's Path

Chapter 31: Titanium

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"Boudoir, come, my brother will give you something fun!" Zhang Xiao shouted to the boudoir who was not far away while sitting outside the door of Grandpa Sam's broken house.

"Brother Rob, what do you want to give me for fun?" The boudoir hopped to Zhang Xiao's face.

"Don't call me Brother Rob in the future, call me Brother Du Mar!" When he heard the old man and boudoir call himself Rob, Zhang Xiao felt like a long thin white radish.

Zhang Xiao took out a windmill made of branches and leaves from the space bag and handed it to her boudoir. Looking at the windmill in her hand, she giggled happily: "It's fun, thank you Dumar brother!"

Seeing this likable little girl happy, Zhang Xiao was also very happy. He hadn't been so happy in a long time.

This windmill was made by Zhang Xiao by the way for his boudoir when he was chopping wood in the woods outside the city today. In the past few years, when the old man was in good spirits, he went outside the city to chop some firewood and took it to the market to sell it in exchange for some daily necessities. After Zhang Xiao came, he took the old man's hatchet. During this period of time, the old man’s body and spirit have obviously improved a lot because of Zhang Xiao’s arrival, but Zhang Xiao still dare not leave now, nor can he go to the mercenary guild to take up the task, because once he takes the task, he will leave for a long time. I'm afraid that the elderly can't stand it.

Zhang Xiao took out a black stick from the space bag again, which he found when he was chopping wood. He still remembered that the tree was not tall but very straight, even the branches were straight. When he was cutting with a hatchet, he cut it down without leaving a trace on the bark.

Zhang Xiao didn’t expect that there was a wood harder than a knife, so he transported the Heavenly Demon Zhenqi and chopped it on a thin branch. He didn’t chop it until it cut dozens of knives. As a result, not only the hatchet was chopped out. Several gaps made him tired enough.

It took him an afternoon to trim this branch into a qualified stick, and now he is wondering how to make this stick into a spear.

"Huh!" Grandpa Sam said in surprise: "Rob, where did you find this Tidalwood?"

"I cut it in the woods." Zhang Xiao holding the stick was still thinking about how to sharpen such a hard piece of wood. It must be impossible to use a knife. If the hatchet is used for dozens of times, it will definitely be scrapped.

"What?" Grandpa Sam's huge exclamation surprised the boudoir who was playing with the windmill.

"You! You! Did you chop it?" Grandpa Sam's face was incredulous.

"Yes! It's in the woods outside the city." Zhang Xiao said lightly.

"Impossible! Impossible!" The old man stared at the black stick in Zhang Xiao's hand a little lost.

"What's the matter? Grandpa Sam. What is Titanium?" The boudoir cleverly shook the old man's hand and pulled his soul back.

"Tidam is a very hard and hard tree. They will only grow ten meters in 500 years, and will bear fruit only once in 1,000 years, and it is not easy to survive." The old man sat beside Zhang Xiao with his boudoir. .

"Rob, how tall is the tree you saw?" the old man asked Zhang Xiao.

Zhang Xiao thought for a moment: "It's probably a little more than ten meters!"

"Oh! That means this tidal tree is a little over 500 years old!" The old man chuckled and continued: "Because this tree is hard enough and long and straight, and its toughness is also very good, so it is made. The best materials for weapons and staff, such a tidal wood on the market can sell for ten gold coins and there is still no market."

"Grandpa Sam knows so much." The little boudoir smiled happily while playing with the windmill in the arms of the old man.

"Haha! Of course, Grandpa had also been a mercenary before!" The old man also followed with a happily smile.

Such a stick is worth ten gold coins? Zhang Xiao grabbed the Tidam in his hand. It is reasonable to say that something with such a high density would have a great quality, but a stick less than two meters does not appear to be heavier. Zhang Xiao grabbed the two ends of the stick with both hands. Breaking hard, it took three layers of the magic power to circle the stick into a full moon, which made him very satisfied with the feel of the stick.

"Rob, what do you want to make this tidal wood?" The old man asked when Zhang Xiao held the stick in his hand and looked at it over and over.

"I want to make it into a spear." Zhang Xiao really has no way to use the stick now.

"It's definitely not possible to use a normal knife. The family is poor and you can't find tools. You can try using fire! Although it may take a long time, it's better than leaving the stick idle. I don't think you can take advantage of it. It’s a pity to sell his weapons.” The old man made a suggestion to Zhang Xiao.

Yes, there is no wood that is not afraid of fire, so Zhang Xiao decided to try this method.

Zhang Xiao threw one end of the stick into the old man's stove and kept burning it with fire. It took seven days to burn the stick into a qualified spear. After making the tip of the gun, Zhang Xiao found an iron rod with only one-fifth the thickness of a stick and burned it red. Two spiral blood grooves were burned out on the front half of the spear, and then the back half of the spear was wrapped with a cloth strip. , He stopped working with satisfaction.

Originally, according to Zhang Xiao's intention, the two blood troughs were best carved into two dragon shapes, but such a hard wood might not be able to move with a knife! Zhang Xiao picked up the spear and danced it twice, feeling that his hard work was indeed not in vain.

Counting days, Zhang Xiaolai has been taking care of the old man for more than a month. During this period of time, he has taken care of the old man. The old man's body and spirit are much better than before. But why is the old man taking care of him as he did to his son

But it would definitely be impossible for him to go on like this. Apart from practicing, Zhang Xiao felt really upset about staying in one place all the time. In the past few days, Zhang Xiao went to the woods outside the city again. He chopped down all the branches that could be cut from the Tidalwood tree, and then put them under the old man's bed.

Early that morning, Zhang Xiao walked to the old man's bed and said to the old man: "Grandpa, I want to go outside and see." Grandpa Sam treats himself like his own son. Zhang Xiao who said this was embarrassed.

"Hey! I knew it! From the day you made the spear, I knew you would leave one day, but I didn't expect it to be so soon." The old man sighed.

"Grandpa, I will come back to see you often!" Zhang Xiao buried his head and dared not look at the old man's eyes.

"Go! Even the cubs of giant dragons need constant training to be looked up to by the world. Be careful on the road!" The old man turned over and stopped talking.

"Grandpa, there are a few tidal woods under the bed, I'm leaving!" Zhang Xiao turned and walked out of the old man's dilapidated wooden house.

Zhang Xiao did not leave directly, but went to her boudoir's home.

"Brother Dumar, are you really leaving? Will you come back?" There were tears on the pretty face of the little girl.

"En. My brother will be back again. When that happens, my brother will bring you a lot of fun!" Zhang Xiao knelt down and gently wiped away the tears of her boudoir.

"Brother, be careful on the road, thinking of her boudoir." The little girl couldn't wipe her tears with Zhang Xiao.

After asking her boudoir's mother to take care of the elderly, Zhang Xiao just walked to the mercenary guild in the city.