You and Me Under The World Tree

Siegfried is 19 years old this year. In his nearly 20 years of life experience, he only really has memories of less than 16 years. During this time, he has known many people, not to mention the people around the blacksmith shop. Those neighbors, with his lively and active personality since childhood, he knew most of the people in the city.

　　But among these memories, there were two people who left a very deep impression on him. One was Regin, who had the name of his adoptive father but didn't care much about him. The acrimonious dwarf never taught him anything, but Because he has been raising him, he doesn't care, and the other is the warrior he calls uncle - Hoder

　　In Siegfried's memory, his clothes have never changed. He has always been wearing the simple but extraordinary plate armor. Even the style of his helmet has not changed, and he has never seen anything under the helmet. His face, ever since he brought his young son all the way from Denmark to the Netherlands and seriously told him: This is your motherland, that close-fitting armor has become the only symbol in his heart

　　He taught himself to read and write, and even when wearing metal gauntlets, he could use a slender quill to draw beautiful words. He had seen him draw too many words, including not only the languages ​​​​common to each country, but also words, There are even runes with mysterious effects - gifts given by the gods to warriors.

　　In fact, Siegfried even remembered the fonts that he just glanced at but were deeply impressed by. Those words were like squares, equal in size, as if each word had a meaning, in terms of complexity. Far better than runes

　　He taught him unpretentious swordsmanship. Although it was only the simplest movements such as chopping, lifting, and sweeping, the skills he explained and the exercises he practiced with him benefited him a lot.

　　In Siegfried's heart, this person who has not appeared many times has firmly occupied a corner of his heart. It can be said that he is the elder he respects most.

　　So even if Siegfried himself was a little arrogant in his heart, he would not be angry about it, let alone show it on his face. He just followed Hoder into the shop, and his adoptive father Regin sat on the chair boredly

　　This is an old man with a long experience, but unlike the bold and unruly appearance described in other fantasy games, the dwarves in "Nine Realms" are not the same single impression and face. He has seen those bold people, but I have also seen some guys who do all kinds of evil, and Regin is right in between.

　　He has excellent blacksmithing skills and can be said to be one of the best blacksmiths in Midgard. Countless heroes have brought their own materials to him to ask for magical weapons, and he often donates his skills for free, meeting with him in the tavern. A hero exchanges cups for cups, and he has always been very famous like this

　　But on the other hand, Regin is a cowardly guy who is greedy for money. He is born to be inseparable from gold coins, and he is very precious about his life. He is different from the upright and upright people imagined by ordinary people. He will forge magic weapons for free for those he admires. But he will not refuse money. Even when his life is threatened, he will flatter the other person and do his best to keep himself alive.

　　No one knows this guy better than players from real life, because he also has a special quest line and dungeon for the blacksmith profession. That was from the last expansion pack, and Hoder himself also spent a lot of effort to make this mean Brought by the dwarves from the giants

　　If it weren't for those few recipes or even the daily mission points, the ghost saved him. This idiot didn't trick Hoder to death in the first place.

　　Thinking of this, Hoder couldn't help but glance at Siegfried who was following him. Although he was just an NPC, he was also Siegmund's child. Most of the players who came from the previous version were Siegmund. Germany has excellent senses, and anyone who has read real-life stories about the Nibelungs or Völsung knows that Regin, a mean dwarf, had the intention to kill the young dragon-slaying hero.

　　And the reason is quite bad, it's just that I don't want to pay the reward for killing the evil dragon....

　　"Um? uncle?"

　　Siegfried's senses were very keen. When Hoder only paused for a moment, he noticed that the man in armor glanced at him, so he couldn't help but ask.

　　He always feels that today's uncle is a little strange...

　　Faced with Siegfried's high intelligence similar to that of a real human being in the mission scene, Hoder had no expression. He had been used to it since the last version, or even since the launch of the "Nine Realms" server, so He just reached out and pushed open the door of the shop, and then walked into the house

　　"Regin. "He spoke, his voice was a little dull, but it was conveyed clearly.

　　"Oh Hoder!"

　　The dwarf just jumped up from the chair, his old face wrinkled like a flower.

　　"Do you want to buy anything today??"

　　"formula?"

　　"ah! ! no! This is confidential! "When Hoder casually mentioned the casting process of those weapons or armors, Regin jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

　　However, this old dwarf was not a cute cat after all. His voice was as high-pitched and harsh as a groundhog whose track had been changed. Even when the sound was clearly fed back to his ears, Hoder wanted to take off his voice. He took off his helmet and dug his ears, but he still didn't do it after all.

　　"I'm not here to joke today, I have something to do. "Finally, when the clown-like dwarf covered his drawer filled with forging blueprints, Hoder opened his mouth and brought the topic back on track, "This matter is also related to the child Siegfried."

　　Then, the clown-like jumping and nervousness on Regin's face disappeared, which shocked Siegfried next to him because he had hardly seen Regin look serious since he was a child.

　　This seems a little strange today...

　　"Well...what's wrong with me? "He couldn't help but ask.

　　However, no one answered him, because at this time, Regin had turned all his attention to the man wearing plain armor.

　　"are you serious?"

　　"certainly"

　　In Regin's eyes, this man could exude a huge sense of oppression just by standing there, just like when he rescued him from the hands of the giant more than ten years ago. He didn't need any extra movements at all. He doesn't like to talk nonsense, and he doesn't like to listen to flattery. More importantly, Regin knows that no one can shake his decision.

　　This is the accumulation of time. Although the current bard has no idea who he is, the moment he appeared in front of him, Regin always felt that those young people today are completely brats.

　　Then, the man fumbled out a broken sword hilt from the package he was carrying, with mysterious runes engraved on it. Although it was covered in dust, the aura of the unearthly holy sword still came to him.

　　"Gram...this sword is indeed in your hand. "Regin raised his head, his eyes fixed on the man, the shock on his face lingering, "Lengi has been looking for this sword for a long time."

　　Then he patted his head...

　　"No wonder you haven't been in Völsung or even the Netherlands in these years. You were wandering around with this thing."

　　Under Hoder's slightly confused gaze, even a person like Regin couldn't help but show a lingering admiration, and his gaze was even a little complicated.

　　He has never changed. He has been like this for decades. It is difficult for Regin to imagine what kind of mood he has spent in the past twenty years since Völsung's destruction.

　　Of course, in fact, as a player, Hoder himself doesn't know about this issue.