Chapter 1177 - Become Brothers With The Rock Spirit

Hadeng’s smug expression was frozen instantaneously. His mind was in a mess as he looked at Joey who was approaching them, all smiles.

“What did this little master just say?”

“Did Master Rom really forge a cleaver for this chef?”

“H-how is this possible? Master Rom has lain dormant for two years, and the first time he worked after two years was to forge a cleaver for a chef?”

“Could this person be a secret expert besides being a chef?”

The surrounding crowd were staring at Mag in disbelief. They felt their brains had failed them as they simply couldn’t imagine why would the number one weaponsmith in the world forge a cleaver for a chef personally.

Especially those customers who came to line up every day. They even felt like gobbling Mag up alive.

They came to line up respectfully every day, yet they didn’t even get the chance to meet Master Rom, and this fellow actually made Master Rom forge a cleaver for him personally on his very first visit.

However, this was a customer that Master Rom had accepted an order from, so they wouldn’t dare to act even if they had many ideas in their heads. Master Rom would never make a weapon for them if they angered him.

“Call me daddy right here?” Mag began to size up Hadeng before saying to Amy, “Amy, what do you think about this little brother?”

“No way, he’s so ugly. He’s even uglier than Ugly Duckling. I don’t want a little brother like that.” Amy shook her head gravely.

“This is indeed a problem.” Mag nodded in agreement.

The father and daughter’s conversation made the crowd laugh out loud. However, Hadeng had said those words himself, so they couldn’t blame the father and daughter at all.

“T-the two of you…” Hadeng was so furious that his moustache was quivering. This pair of father and daughter were obviously laughing at his “handsome” looks. However, he was immediately proven wrong for the words he just said, so now he didn’t know how to rebut them.

Mag looked around him. Then he pointed to a big, ugly black rock, and said, “Okay, we can consider it done if you kneel down and call that rock daddy. Maybe you can even become brothers with the rock spirit, and by then you won’t even need a weapon.”

Hadeng was confused by the rock spirit talk, but he did understand that Mag wanted him to call that rock daddy. This was too humiliating.

“You are such a big guy, so you got to mean what you say,” Amy said to Hadeng with an encouraging look as she tilted her head.

“Yes. We all heard that. Quick, call it daddy. We are still waiting to see the new blade that Master Rom forged.”

“Even if it is a cleaver, it is a cleaver made by Master Rom personally. It probably is the only cleaver in this world that was forged by Master Rom.”

The surrounding crowd began to jeer too. The bigger the commotion, the more they would enjoy it.

Hadeng blushed deeply when he heard the crowd’s jeering. He looked at Mag who stood his ground, and said through clenched teeth, “You insist on forcing me?”

“I didn’t force you. You forced yourself,” Mag said to Hadeng calmly. “You can choose to reject, but I heard Master Rom has always focused on integrity.”

Hadeng’s expression changed, and he took a quick look toward the workshop. He clenched his teeth and walked to the black rock. He kneeled down in front of it with a plop, and then called out to the rock, “Daddy!”

Everyone was watching Hadeng with a smile. Today’s show was quite interesting as they saw a demon call a rock his daddy.

“Brother Mag is no pushover,” Godala, who was sitting in the carriage, lamented. He couldn’t help but feel worried as he looked at that aggrieved demon. This demon didn’t look like a good person. Would he seek revenge on Mag later?

“Let’s go.” Mag retrieved his gaze. He held Amy’s hand and followed Joey to the workshop’s door. He wasn’t a doormat that allowed people to step all over him.

Joey opened the door wide to welcome Mag and Amy in before closing it again.

Everyone was stretching their necks and watching curiously. They all wanted to know how the cleaver made by Master Rom looked, and if it would be used as a weapon. It would most probably be an awesome weapon.

“You came, Mr. Mag,” Master Rom said with a smile. He had come out from the forging room after washing his hands just as Mag came in.

“Yes. We spent the day touring the Issen Castle, and as a result, we came late. Sorry to keep you waiting, Master Rom,” Mag apologized.

“It’s fine. I have only just finished forging it a short while ago. You came at the perfect time.” Rom shook his head. He pointed to the forging table at the side. “Please take a look and see if it is what you want.”

“Alright.” Mag nodded and walked to the forging table. A glaring golden glow made him narrow his eyes even before he got close.

On that forging table, a cleaver lay on a knife frame quietly.

The blade’s thick spine, angular body, and sharp edge radiated an awe-inspiring coldness.

This was a neat Chinese cleaver.

It was also the cleaver’s model drawn on that piece of paper that Mag had passed to Master Rom yesterday.

“You will only know if the knife is suitable when you use it.” Master Rom’s voice came from behind.

“I concur with this theory,” Mag agreed with a smile as he reached out to grab that cleaver.

The cleaver was made from one single metal alloy as the handle was also metal. The metal handle felt cooler to the touch and more comfortable than a wooden handle after it had been polished with anti-slip patterns.

Furthermore, even though this cleaver looked light, it actually weighed about 15 kg. The high density metal became a cleaver after it was beaten into shape repeatedly. Master Rom’s exceptional skills could be seen easily here.

However, this cleaver weighed and felt just nice to Mag as normal cleavers felt too light in his hands.

“Try it out.” Rom passed a metal rod as thick as an arm to him casually.

“Try with this?” Mag took that metal rod, feeling a little surprised.

“If we can’t even try with this, how are you going to split open a 10th-tier magic beast’s head?” Rom asked.

“That’s right too.” Mag nodded. He raised the cleaver and flattened the metal rod with a smack. Then, he cut it into metal strips that were as long as a matchstick and as thin as a strand of hair.

“Such exceptional cutting skills!”

Joey and Joss stared at Mag with their mouths wide open. There was actually a person who could cut metal into strips as fine as a strand of hair, and every strip was exactly the same size and length.

“It’s a marvellous knife,” Mag, who stopped chopping, praised from the bottom of his heart. He scrutinized the cleaver which didn’t have a single scratch on its surface nor a dent on the edge. It was even much better than that golden cleaver provided by the System in the test field for the God of Cookery.

Mag put the cleaver and said to Rom, “I wonder how much I should pay you, Master, for such an exceptional knife?”