For two full hours, I don’t know what the young master did to Schneck and Tiger inside. Anyway, the bricks sent in by the servants at the young master’s request were enough to build a new palace. As for the two dog slaves, the sounds of howling and howling became louder and louder.
It's getting weaker and weaker. Who cares? Anyway, this is not our business as servants.
When Feng Tie came out of the dungeon, his whole body was covered with brick dust. It is estimated that some people believed that he was Red Boy's sworn cousin. Feng Tie said with a cold face to the few male servants who followed him:
"Schneck and Tiger drank too much and died of alcohol poisoning. We have enough things going on at home now. We don't want anyone to know about this little thing, especially the master and his wife. Do you understand?" Several male servants were beaten.
There was a cold war, and he quickly knelt down on one knee to express his promise.
"If a little bit of information is leaked here, hum." Feng Tie, who was full of arrogance, pinched a handful of brick dust from his body, put it in the palm of his hand and blew it gently. The brick dust floated away with the wind and fell.
No trace could be found in the grass.
"I don't dare, little one." Several servants were sweating profusely and didn't dare to raise their heads at all.
"You, what about you, stand up." Feng Tie pointed at the thinnest servant with his finger, trying to find trouble and give him a severe beating to establish deeper prestige: "What's your name?"
"Master, the younger one's name is Michelangelo."
"Pfft..." Feng Tie spat out a mouthful of surprised old blood: "Can you draw?"
"Returning to the young master." Michelangelo smiled mischievously: "The young one is best at painting erotic palaces. When everyone saw it, they crossed their legs and said that the painting was good. As for why they cross their legs, you know."
"Well, that's good. I don't like your name because it's too long, young master. From now on, I'll call you Xiong Da and follow me as my confidant and personal bodyguard."
Feng Tie turned around and looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, gritting his teeth and pretending to be fresh, but the chill in his eyes became more and more intense: "Batu, my second uncle, hum."
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This is the first time Feng Tie has walked into his family's blacksmith workshop.
There is a huge rock castle-like building in the center of a dark and dry oak forest. The castle has a radius of about one kilometer and is in the shape of a hexagram. In the middle is a main castle about 30 meters high. From a distance, it looks like the legendary Titan.
Standing proudly like a giant.
Standing at the foot of the castle, human beings are as small as ants, which makes people feel awe. This is the blacksmith workshop of the Odyssey family, the largest weapons manufacturing factory in the kingdom.
The six-pointed star outside the main castle is actually six guard towers and craftsmen. The place where slaves live. There are no less than a thousand people in each guard tower. In addition, free people from the outside of the castle spontaneously come here to do small business, it seems to have formed a
A small town size.
When Feng Tie entered the main castle accompanied by the castle guards, Feng Tie was deeply shocked.
The first thing that catches the eye is a huge stove that reaches up to the roof.
What is surprising is that this furnace has the unique complexity and mechanics of industrial era machinery and equipment. Slaves shuttled around in shackles, carrying large bags of coke, and kept throwing them into the furnace mouth that was spitting out hellish flames.
, the skin of every sweaty slave was baked into a deep red color like a soldering iron. They shouted slogans and worked hard under the whips and swords of the overseers.
Some slaves with good temperaments or those who have served in the workshop for many years have a relatively easy job. They fill the rectangular container made of mixed earth materials with the molten iron juice from the outlet at the other end of the stove, and then pour it into
In the weapon molds that are made one by one.
"Hahahaha, Fengtie, my nephew, you finally stood up like a man!"
A man who was shorter than the blacksmith but taller strode over enthusiastically and hugged Feng Tie tightly.
At this moment, Feng Tie lost his mind: "Why do you still call me Feng Tie? This is the first time someone has called my name in this world. Am I also called Feng Tie in this strange Western world?"
The burly man patted Feng Tie's shoulder hard, with a sincere and joyful smile on his face: "My nephew, I know that the men of our Odyssey family will not be defeated by a little pain. The second uncle is very sorry
you are proud."
Feng Tie stared dumbfounded at this loyal man who looked very similar to his father, then stretched out his left hand to slowly explore his lower abdomen and stroked it a few times.
"Uh, what? Did your brain break? Why did you touch me here?" Batu asked awkwardly, scratching his head.
"Oh, it's nothing. I heard that your personality is weaker than your kidneys. My nephew wants to touch your character out of curiosity. Second uncle, please don't worry too much."
Batu: "..."
At this time, the blacksmith walked over quickly. "Is your injury healed? Who asked you to come here?" The blacksmith frowned and was very unhappy: "And what did you just say to your second uncle?
Damn it, is your brain broken?"
Batu quickly came out to smooth things over: "Feng Tie has just woken up, and it's normal for his mind to be a little confused. Don't blame the child. Let's go see how the sword is made from the blank this time."
The blacksmith gave Feng Tie a fierce look: "Since you are here, don't stand there and follow me."
Feng Tie rolled his eyes and followed his father and second uncle step by step to a tightly guarded room.
Dozens of broken broadswords were hung on the largest wall in the room, and a bright red one that had just been forged was stuck on the stone platform on the ground.
With a "stab" sound, the blacksmith pulled out the red broadsword and put it into a bucket of cold water. Then he took out the sword and rubbed it carefully with his palm for a while with his eyes closed: "Who are you, put the hilt on the sword and send it to the Duke of Dark Night's castle."
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The four guards took the order. Feng Tie pointed to the broken sword on the wall and asked the blacksmith curiously: "Father, what on earth is this..."
"Why are you asking so many questions? Don't you think you have caused enough trouble?" the blacksmith scolded him with his eyes widened.
"Huh, father, I know even if you don't tell me, it's not all my second uncle's fault!"
Batu was furious: "Why are you talking about me, father and son? What does this have to do with me? You should explain it clearly to me."
"It's not because you disobeyed the Duke of Dark Night's orders. It asked you to refine the sword, but you chose to refine the sword. When it asked you to refine the sword, you chose to refine the sword. In the end, the Duke of Dark Night got angry and broke your sword.
If you want us, a family of three, to take the blame for you, say you..." Feng Tie was frothing at the mouth as he spoke.
"Shut up, you bastard, you bastard. You are talking to your second uncle like this. Your second uncle is looking for you to mess with you. I...I..." The blacksmith picked up an iron rod from the ground and danced with a livid face.
The tiger was furious and was about to lash out at Feng Tie's leg. Feng Tie was so frightened that he quickly hid behind Batu: "Second uncle, save me. I'm young and ignorant. I'm very articulate and can talk like a lotus flower..."
...Uh, no, I was wrong anyway, please help me, uncle."
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After a while, Feng Tie was driven out of the house by the angry blacksmith.
The blacksmith felt very sorry for Batu: "This child behaved abnormally and spoke strangely after he woke up. He may have really lost his brain. As my second uncle, you need to be more careful!"
Batu waved his hands, with a look of disdain on his face: "Dear brother, why would I care about these trivial things with my nephew? Well, don't worry about these trivial things anymore, let's go out and inquire about it.
News from the Duke of Dark Night."
Batu took the lead and walked out with two guards, murmuring in his heart: "Maybe Feng Tie knows something, otherwise why would he target me again and again? It's strange that this fool and prodigal son can survive.
Now, is it possible that he will suddenly become enlightened?"
The blacksmith looked at Batu's receding figure with a gloomy look in his eyes, determined, and seemed to be mixed with a hint of bitterness: "Batu, my brother, even a fool like Feng Tie can see it, how can he hide it?
I."
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Feng Tie hurriedly ran outside, looking back to see if the blacksmith was chasing him.
Such a thick iron rod is no joke. If it really hit me on the leg, it would be better to go back in time and be Duan Yanqing in Tianlongbabu. A father who can give birth to a bastard son like Feng Tie.
It's probably not a good thing, and he can definitely get rid of the evil, so it's safer to take the best approach.
Running near the giant stove, Feng Tie felt his chest getting hotter and hotter while running, and his heart and lungs seemed to be bursting from the fire.
"Alas, this body is still too weak. I am so tired after running a few steps. I think back then I was an animal who could run more than ten kilometers with ease during the Olympic torch relay following the female star who was holding a torch and wearing panties that reached her butt.
Ah." Feng Tie thought angrily.
Feng Tie slowed down, but the burning pain in his chest did not ease at all. Looking down at his chest, Feng Tie couldn't help but knelt down with a plop in shock.
The six strings that he had been carrying in his chest had come to life at this moment. They condensed into a blazing light blue flame and were rapidly drilling into Feng Tie's chest. As the strings drilled deeper and deeper, the strings of the piano came to life.
The string began to glow with blood all over its body, and finally penetrated into Feng Tie's chest completely under Feng Tie's helpless gaze, and then came out from the back.
They began to sing hysterically, as if they were being ravaged by pickups and picks, emitting a soul-stirring and piercing whistle. The rumble of drums sounded in Fengtie's ears, accompanied by neat metal verses, deducing the magic sound of hell, hooking
Human heart and soul.
They screamed joyfully and circled in mid-air to form a pattern of a six-pointed star, then got into the mouth of the furnace that was spraying hot flames, disappeared into the furnace and disappeared.
Feng Tie's eyes turned red as the music played, and a magnificent picture appeared in front of him: an endless black needle-dropped pine forest, the wind howling, the tall trees swaying and dancing, and a spire church looming among the trees.
On the top cross there are many hideous ghosts flying in the sky.
Riding armored horses, holding broad swords and cross lances, knights rushed toward the church door like a tide. However, a bloody torrent pouring out from the church door wiped them out, leaving only cold weapons and armor covering them.
The wet and slippery moss exposed on the ground.
Feng Tie fell heavily to the ground, his eyes widened, and the illusion slowly disappeared without realizing it.