It was very different from the lifelessness of the previous days. It was dark night and the Duke's castle was brightly lit. Servants and maids carrying exquisite food and gin were coming and going. The banquet hall was full of people. As far as you could see, they were all dignitaries.
and the nobles and celebrities of the capital.
Guests in the hall can taste the fine wine and food on the trays in their hands at any time as long as they like. The people in the banquet hall are talking and laughing with princes, nobles and prominent businessmen.
The male guests held wine glasses and happily looked forward to the bright future of the kingdom after its expansion, while the noble ladies in gorgeous and revealing clothes gathered together in groups and whispered. The topic was nothing more than which countess had an affair with the male servant.
, what kind of perfume is the most aphrodisiac, whose child looks particularly like Wu Laoer next door, etc.
When three middle-aged ladies with heavy makeup were complaining that their husbands used chopsticks to empty bowls and that time was so short that they were as anxious as a lost dog, a handsome young man quietly squeezed into their small circle: "Madam, I listen to you.
I have been praising your husband for a long time, but I strongly disagree with your statement of showing off!"
"Ah? Who are you and when did you come?" Lady A, who had a round face and narrow eyes, was surprised and dissatisfied: "Don't you know that it is very impolite to eavesdrop on the whispers of elegant ladies like us?
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Lady B and Lady C nodded in agreement. When the three pairs of eyes fell on the boy's well-proportioned figure and handsome face, the three ladies' eyes suddenly lit up.
Lady A gave the boy a flirtatious look: "Whose boy are you from? How old are you? Come, let me take a good look at you."
The young man approached Lady A with a sly look and asked cutely: "This beautiful sister asked me how old I am, or am I in vain?"
Lady A asked blankly: "How old is how old? What do you mean by porridge age and hush age?"
"The so-called first year is the time when the mother comes out of the body, and the imaginary age is the time when the father comes out of the body!" The young man winked arrogantly.
Lady A: "..."
Lady B: “……”
Lady C: "..."
The young man seemed to be talking about sex, and continued to talk with an extremely frivolous expression, "Just now you said that your husband is a chopstick, but in my opinion, that is not the case."
Lady A was shocked: "How do you know...have you seen it?"
"Of course!" the young man said triumphantly: "I happened to be peeing with your husband in the men's room just now. I was bored and secretly glanced at him. He is not a chopstick, absolutely not."
Looking at Lady A's complacent eyes, the young man pinched his waist with both hands as if to point out the country: "The chopsticks are not stirring up the empty bowl, they are like rinsing mops in the Pacific Ocean. I think you are so pitiful, madam, and the nightlife must not be harmonious. But fortunately,
You met me. I am a very artistic blacksmith. I have a piece here made of meteorite iron... Hehe, you know. It took me 7749 days to forge it and another 998 days to forge it.
It took eleven days to polish it smooth. This is a magical tool. Madam, do you want to buy one?"
The young man pulled out a thick stick wrapped tightly in red cloth from his arms as if by magic.
"How much does one cost?" Lady B asked with shining eyes.
"That's a good question." Feng Tie held the object with his left hand and gently stroked it with his right hand as if intoxicated: "The artifact created with such painstaking efforts only costs nine hundred and ninety-eight, uh, nine hundred and ninety-eight gold coins.
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"Ah, it's so cheap!" Lady C exclaimed happily.
"That's not all!" The young man threw out a bigger temptation: "Because today is a festive day for the guests of the Duke of Dark Night's banquet, on behalf of my production team, I will give you a huge discount, only 997 coins
You can get it by paying gold coins, and the first three customers who buy it will also receive fun little gifts, so come and grab it.”
"I want one!"
"I want two!"
"I want five!"
"Take your time, everything is available. We have a very sufficient supply of goods. I hope you will help me promote it after buying it. I am an honest and artistic blacksmith, and the goods are genuine and have no wives..."
"Feng Tie, stop messing around and come with me quickly." A big hand like a cattail fan grabbed the young man's collar and lifted him out of the crowd of women: "The Duke of Dark Night is calling us in from the inner hall, hurry up!
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In the picture on the left, the blacksmith carries Feng Tie like a chicken and walks toward the inner hall. Feng Tie waved his arms in mid-air and shouted at the ladies who were fighting: "I haven't given you the money yet. Please wait for me when I come back."
Remember to pay me."
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The empty inner hall gave people a sense of oppression. There were two teams of shadow guards irregularly arranged in the shadows at both ends of the corridor. These guards were all wrapped in black cloaks and their faces could not be seen clearly. Each of them exuded an aura of
The smell of danger.
The positions they occupy may seem random, but in fact they are all located at the most advantageous locations in the inner hall. Once a situation arises, these guards can block all escape routes at any time and then launch the most effective attack.
The interior of the hall is very gorgeously decorated, and the walls are covered with vivid colorful reliefs. Together, these reliefs seem to be a comic strip depicting a grand war scene: on the endless green plain, two groups of dark soldiers are standing in front of each other.
Different formations were arranged at the opposite positions, and some soldiers were already strangled together desperately. Many naked corpses and broken swords were scattered on the ground. The two generals were engaged in a fierce battle on a low slope.
The general wearing a black armor only showed two eyes, and his mouth was wide open as if he was roaring loudly. Thick black smoke enveloped his whole body, and the broad sword in his hand was resisting the opponent's fierce attack.
The person fighting against was a golden-armored general. The shape of the weapon in his hand could not be seen clearly, but it was just a burst of blue light. Under the golden-armored general was riding a silver-white unicorn with blazing flames emitting from its body.
The unicorn's two front hooves leaped high, roaring and slashing hard at the enemy with General Kinkaid's sharp blade.
Behind each of the two teams is a team of robed diviners. Their destructive power is also very powerful. Various non-physical attacks burst out from the spells they sing: fireballs, whirlwinds, ice spikes, flying sand and dust, and harvesting.
With batch after batch of fresh lives.
"A cruel war!"
Feng Tie retracted his sighing gaze and hid behind his father pretending to be timid. He grabbed his father's clothes and walked in step by step. A tall man at the end of the corridor strode towards them with a hearty laugh.
The man hugged the blacksmith Zuo Tu affectionately, looked at Feng Tie and said to the blacksmith with a smile: "Sure enough, heroes come from young. Zuo Tu, you gave birth to a good son, and you did not disappoint me!"
Only then did Feng Tie take a good look at the Duke of Dark Night: a slim figure with a long face, narrow dark purple eyes, thin lips slightly upturned, and a natural smile. A high-ranking person who has long held weapons of war.
There is always a smell of iron blood coming from his body.
"This is a man who is willing to sacrifice his own daughter for power and ambition." Feng Tie sighed secretly in his heart.
"Have you brought your sword?" The Duke of Dark Night's narrow eyes burst out with eager light.
"I brought it back to the Duke."
Feng Tie, who was kneeling on one knee, stood up suddenly when he heard this.
"Wow!"
A large pile of dark stick-shaped objects fell from Feng Tie's arms onto the marble floor. The eyes of everyone in the hall were instantly focused on this pile of objects.
"I'll beat you to death, you bastard!" The blacksmith saw the sticks on the ground and became furious. He picked up one and threw it at Feng Tie's body.
Fengtie was running around like a fish out of water.
I don’t know which shadow guard with a strong sense of justice really couldn’t stand it. When Feng Tie passed by, he slowly stretched out a firm left foot and tripped Feng Tie to the ground. When the iron in the angry blacksmith’s hand
When the guy was only 0.01 centimeters away from Feng Tie's head, the Duke of Dark Night's voice, like the sound of nature, finally shouted to stop the blacksmith's brutality.
Feng Tie climbed up from the ground and looked at the panting blacksmith and the Duke of Dark Night, whose face was extremely ugly. He explained that the pile of things just now was made by instructing the craftsmen when they were making weapons yesterday, and planned to make money for two children.
The money for milk powder really has no other meaning. The weather is really nice today, hahahaha, and other nonsense, and then he pulled out a weird-shaped scimitar from his waist with a trembling voice.
Seeing this scimitar, the eyes of the blacksmith and the Duke of Dark Night suddenly lit up, and the guards in the palace began to breathe significantly heavier.
What kind of scimitar is this? Anyone who has actually been on the battlefield understands how important it is to have a sharp weapon for killing enemies and saving lives on the battlefield. This scimitar conforms to all the aesthetic views of those who love weapons.
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The handle of the scimitar is ground from horn, and is wrapped with dense cotton silk thread to ensure that it will not slip when soaked in blood. The blade is curved downwards, shining with a faint blue light. There is a small small one at the bottom of the blade.
The V-shaped indentation can guide the blood after being pulled out to avoid staining the handle; this knife is top-heavy, wide at the front and narrow at the back, with a thick back and a thin blade. It can not only chop and stab, but also concentrate the force on the front of the knife when slashing.
It has the lethality of an axe, making it ideal for hand-to-hand slashing and clearing paths when traveling through the forest.
Feng Tie was very satisfied with everyone's shocked expressions.
There are only a few types of weapons in this world, including two-handed broadswords, cross spears, long axes, daggers, bows and arrows. Except for short daggers, which are suitable for assassins with sensitive bodies, other close combat weapons
The weapons all seemed too heavy.
When forging the iron bar last night, Feng Tie remembered the Nepali scimitar hanging on the wall of the rock bar in his previous life, and made one overnight. It can be said that the birth of this knife in this world is simply the last word of the Western cold weapon age.
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After a while, the Duke of Dark Night withdrew his gaze, walked up to Feng Tie and patted Feng Tie on the shoulder: "Did you design and make this knife yourself?"
"Back to Duke, yes."
"Okay, as expected, the tiger father has no dog son. Pictured on the left, you, the kingdom's number one blacksmith, have a successor."
Duke Dark Night's expression changed, and the fierceness on his face turned into an appreciative smile: "Feng Tie, have you ever killed anyone?"
"Return to the Duke, no." Feng Tie swallowed dryly and replied honestly.
"How can a man be called a man if he has never killed anyone?" The Duke of Dark Night waved his sleeves and suddenly turned around: "First accompany me to the banquet hall for a glass of wine. After the banquet, I will give you a big adult gift.
Your father and I will witness your growth together."
"Your Excellency, please wait a moment, please?" Feng Tie pointed to the pile of iron rods on the ground and asked weakly, "Can I take them away? They are all gold coins."