"Don't be kidding. There are war space equipment and these armors. By the way, I also heard that you have a perfect battle ax and a dagger. How can you not afford a blacksmith?" Giroud didn't believe Tang at all.
He suddenly said, "Please, my salary is very small, as long as you give me a set of armor."
"I don't have any personal weapons, so why do I keep you? As a flower vase?" Downton was angry. The dwarf was too messy.
"You lied, not to arm your subordinates. Why did you install steel claws on them?" Giroud was not stupid. He wanted to follow Downton so much because he felt that in addition to the warrior suit, Downton should have found other things in the tomb.
High-end suit.
After all, according to conventional thinking, a royal tomb that even has suits used by ordinary soldiers such as 'Warriors' must have higher-level suits used by hundreds or thousands of soldiers.
Of course, if you think about it further, there may not be other burial objects in the tomb? If you just sell some, Downton will probably not be able to use them all in his lifetime.
Jirou was tired of working in the mines. He came to the human kingdom not to make a living, but to practice his blacksmithing skills and become a high-level blacksmith.
Only by following a wealthy master can Giroud have enough funds to conduct forging experiments and have more opportunities to forge weapons.
Repairing mining picks and iron drills every day? Giroud doesn't want to waste most of his life on these things.
"I'll think about it. You finish the work first." Downton pinched his eyebrows and felt a little headache. He didn't expect to meet such a master.
"No, you must give an answer." Giroud pulled Downton, refusing to let go, and even threatened, "Otherwise, I will spread the news that you discovered the royal tombs."
Upon hearing this, Downton's eyes narrowed and he stared at Jirou, and the muscles in his body tensed up instantly, ready to kill him.
"Uh, don't be impulsive." Downton's gaze fell on him, making Jirou feel as if he was being targeted by a ferocious beast. His hair stood up immediately, and he was so shocked that he took a few steps back and waved his hands repeatedly, "I was joking.
of."
Homer opened the war space, and Jackson walked out with a battle ax and a warrior saber on his back, holding a crossbow in his hand, aiming at Giroud's head.
"I don't mean any harm, I really want to be your personal blacksmith." Jirou was anxious, sweat overflowing and soaking his clothes.
"If you are willing to sign a contract, the master can take you in and give you a large amount of gold coins for forging." Jackson looked at Giroud with a smile and made a suggestion.
The grimoire was opened, and a contract filled with demonic flame words floated out.
"What's written on it?" Giroud couldn't understand it, so of course he didn't dare to sign randomly.
"Death contract." With Downton's character, he disdained lying, which made Jackson on the side almost angry to death.
Giroud's hand shook. A wry smile appeared on his face. He realized that he had gotten into big trouble because of his impulse. How could a young man who could easily take out such a profound document as a death contract be a simple guy?
"May I ask, are you really a civilian?" Giroud wanted to return the contract, but he didn't dare. He glanced at the crossbow pointed at him from the corner of his eye.
"Nonsense." Downton was depressed. He walked a little further away and lowered his voice and asked, "Homer, what should I do now? If this guy talks nonsense, I will definitely be in trouble in the future."
"Sign a ten-year contract and accept him." Homer projected text on the page. "Actually, he is right. You do need a private blacksmith, or even a team. In the future, you will have a territory and a private armed force.
, all need their efforts.”
"Okay, but will ten years be too little?" Downton worried.
"If after ten years you still don't have the title of duke, no territory, and you are afraid that others will force Polusna's secrets, then you can commit suicide." The magic book hates iron and cannot be made into steel. "Can you have a little ambition?
?”
Downton shrugged his shoulders. Indeed, if he still can't behave like a human being in ten years, the ancient grimoires will probably kill him in anger.
Homer used dwarf language this time and wrote a ten-year contract. All Giroud has to do is obey Downton unconditionally and keep it secret. If he breaks the contract, the power of the contract will punish him with electric shocks.
Of course, it stipulates that Downton has no power to restrict Giroud's freedom of life.
"Why do you know dwarf language?" Giroud thought it was written by Downton. He was surprised and looked at Downton as if he were looking at an earthly dragon. "The contract is fair, but is the salary too much?"
A little? One hundred gold coins a month, which is not even enough to buy drinks!"
"Are you going to sign or not?" Downton was annoyed.
"Sign, I'll sign." Giroud bit his finger and quickly wrote his name. He knew that if he delayed any longer, his head would really be blown off.
"This is not fair. Why do I have to sell myself for the rest of my life? And there is no salary?" Jackson was not happy and threatened Giroud viciously, "I feel unbalanced now and want to kill you very much. What do you think I should do?"
Giroud suddenly kicked Jackson, and then rushed to Downton's side, "Don't worry, I am a master forger, and I will definitely be worthy of every copper you pay."
Downton covered his eyes helplessly, why are the subordinates he found so shameless? Do you dare not to speak big words? The dragon will blow you to death.
Probably to show his strength to his new boss, Giroud used the best iron materials and the best craftsmanship to forge the steel claws. When welded to the armored arms, there was almost no seam visible.
"The craftsmanship is not bad." Downton breathed a sigh of relief, satisfied that the money was not wasted.
"Hey, where's the ale you promised?" Jirou swallowed. He was hungry and wanted to eat.
"Don't worry, the work is not finished yet." Now that the contract was signed, Downton no longer worried about leaking the secret, and released another hundred sets of armor, "All of them were equipped with steel claws."
"What else?" Giroud was stunned, "I think what you found was not a tomb, but an arsenal, right? But it's okay. Fortunately, you didn't take out the crossbow, catapult, etc., otherwise I would really be suspicious.
"
Downton's expression changed, "Can you repair the bed crossbow?"
"Ah? It can't really happen, right?" After asking, Jirou quickly expressed his opinion, "Of course it will. We are dwarves. In blacksmithing, the rock hammer dwarves are omnipotent."
"No!" Downton rolled his eyes. He didn't trust Giroud yet. After getting along with him for a while, he might let him repair it. Besides, he didn't need heavy equipment like a bed crossbow now.
Giroud was very disappointed, but felt relieved when he thought that Downton was now a supervisor and might climb higher in the future. This could be considered an investment.
"Put on the steel claws, then polish the armor, remove rust, and apply maintenance oil." Downton suddenly realized that it would be good to have a private forger.
"No problem." Although dwarves love to drink and are often drunk, their professional ethics are not bad, and these jobs are also very simple.
"By the way, can these be repaired?" Downton released several sets of suits that were worn out by the demon servants.
"What a waste." Giroud rushed over and looked at the deformed armor, feeling extremely distressed. "You really wear them to fight? Fortunately, I can repair them, but I can't sell them at a high price."
"Stop talking nonsense and finish it as soon as possible." Downton didn't expect an unexpected surprise, so he was generous, "If you satisfy me, I can reward you with a set."
Giroud immediately patted his chest and promised.
"You stay here and watch him. If there is any movement, kill him immediately." Downton ordered Jackson loudly, not afraid that Giroud would hear him.
"I won't talk nonsense." Giroud turned his eyes to Jackson, "Are you an undead?"
"Master, I don't want to guard the iron stove, it's too hot." Jackson complained.
"Proposal rejected." Downton refused. He had to go into the independent laboratory at night. Instead of leaving Jackson idle, he might as well monitor Giroud.
"When I was adventuring in the underground world, I killed many dark creatures." Giroud touched his beard to scare Jackson.
The latter's answer was simple, he put the crossbow directly on his head, "Do you believe I will miss?"
"Oh, there is still work to be done." Giroud changed the subject, pretending not to notice, and took a hammer to forge metal materials. He could not afford to offend such a tough demon servant.
Jackson was bored and didn't know what to do.
"No wonder the new boss armed his subordinates with priceless antique armor. He turns out to be financially strong. He probably has so much money that even the dragon would be jealous." Giroud glanced at Jackson secretly and found that the leather armor on his body was also an antique. He didn't remember it.
If I'm wrong, it's the 'Hundred Warriors' that only centurions are eligible to wear, which is more expensive.
"Sir, are you free tonight? I would like to treat you to a meal." The steward had been waiting outside for a long time. When he saw Downton walking out of the iron furnace room, he immediately ran over.
"Next time, I have to report the plan to the manager later." Downton didn't want to be in vain with the manager, so he made an excuse and brought up the manager.
"Oh, you're busy." The steward's disappointment was palpable.
"By the way, I used some iron materials..."
"It doesn't matter, you can use it, but it's all 'scrap metal'." The manager gave Downton a knowing smile. If Downton hadn't been in office for such a short time, he would have wanted to give him money.
"I'll treat you to dinner tomorrow at noon." Downton changed his mind. The manager was very sensible. He was about to win over a group of people, but he couldn't let others down.
"No problem, I'll definitely be there." Seeing Downton leave, the manager stopped smiling. If he wanted to survive in the mine, he had to find ways to do it. He didn't know if the boy had any intention of coming here.
"Start the action tomorrow. I will make sure that the miners who fall to Downton's side will not even have a bite to eat." Superintendent Ram looked at the room full of men with a ferocious look on his face. "And inform those kobolds to be more ruthless.
If someone dies, I will carry it."
The subordinates promised loudly. They understood that a full-scale battle had begun. In less than two weeks, there will be the annual dark fighting competition in the mine. By then, many big shots will arrive. If Downton cannot be dealt with and trouble occurs, not only
If Ram is going to die, everyone will be unlucky too. (To be continued...)