Long after he left, there was still a slender figure standing on the street looking at him, holding his hands together and placing them on his chest, as if he was expecting something.
"What happened to him? Why did he choose to leave his hometown? He was really cold and heartless and left Alice behind." On the day Stewart left, many people came to see him off.
Including Viscount Moy and Lord Winsome.
Alice raised her head and glanced at Moi, and said slowly: "I am the one who is cold, not him. He will soon complete his dream and return home in glory."
"Perhaps his skills were brushed aside when he arrived in the royal city. Every year, there are so many people trying to become imperial craftsmen. How can he compare with people from all over the world after he has been living in this small place for 30 years?
"Moi smiled, not caring about Alice's indifference.
"I believe him." Alice just said this.
Moi looked at her deeply, then turned around and got into the carriage, and left at the command of the groom.
The death of a famous craftsman represents the emergence and rise of many craftsmen. Those craftsmen who were originally suppressed and thought they would never be able to turn around are now opening their doors and starting businesses.
The streets at dusk have not changed much because of the absence of a famous craftsman. The busyness of going out in the morning and returning home in the evening still continues.
A month later, Alice received the news that Stuart had arrived in the royal city. She excitedly opened the envelope in her hand and read the handwriting from Stuart.
"Alice, I arrived at the Royal City. It's so prosperous here! It's like a completely different world from Cassati City. This month's journey was not in vain. Just taking a look at the scenery here makes me think it's worth it.
"
"I am about to go to the palace to meet His Majesty the King. It is said that many craftsmen from other cities do not receive such treatment. The one who receives me is an earl. I will probably be selected to join the Empire Craftsmen."
"Don't worry, I will complete my achievements immediately and become a truly famous craftsman. Then I can go back to see you. I miss you so much, Alice, I miss you so much."
As Alice read the letter, tears rolled down her face and wet the white paper in her hand.
Alice looked at the signature, which read Stuart Agnet, and the envelope was mailed from the Bank of the Kingdom of Pluto in the Detland Empire.
Alice carefully laid out the envelope, found a piece of clean white paper, and wrote on it: "Thor, I miss you so much..."
Spring is passing and autumn is coming, summer is fleeting, the weather is about to turn cold, and half a year has passed in the blink of an eye.
"What's wrong with Thor? He hasn't replied to his letter for a month. Is he doing well over there?" Sitting at the table by the window, Alice held her chin and looked at the withered branches and leaves outside.
"Alice, come on, the party hosted by Mr. Borges is about to begin tonight!" At this time, a young girl from below waved to her and shouted.
"Wait a minute, Marilyn, I'll be down right now!" Alice was startled. She almost forgot that there was a singing party tonight by the poet Mr. Borges at the end of the street.
This was one of her favorite composers and singers, and she would learn these songs and sing them to Stuart when he came back!
But at this moment, Stewart, who was far away in King Pluto City, encountered a major blow in his life.
At this moment, in the royal city of Pluto, in the training room of the imperial craftsmen, countless craftsmen are forging the tools in their hands in a hall. The hall is filled with the sound of sweat and the deafening sound of hammering!
"Stuart! It's like this again. Your casual tapping will make the instrument more durable!" A scolding voice came, and a man who was a little short but had explosive muscles all over his body shouted.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Aliken!" Stewart gasped, his hands shaking on the anvil.
"Damn it, how are you going to forge a strong weapon like this, how are you going to become a real craftsman!" Eliken angrily threw Stewart's tools away.
"This can't go on like this, Aria, you take Stuart's place! From now on you are the craftsman of this anvil! Stuart, just stand aside and watch it like everyone else!"
Aliken pointed to one of the young men who had been standing under Stewart and said.
"Yes, Mr. Aliken!" Aria's eyes flashed with excitement and she quickly walked up the steps.
"What's your answer? Stewart!" Eliken glared at Stewart who lowered his head and said nothing.
"Yes, Mr. Aliken."
"I really don't know why Your Majesty appreciates you. Let me tell you, now that you have come to the Imperial Craftsman, you will throw away all the glory and arrogance you had at home. There are many people as powerful as you here!" Eliken struck.
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"It is said that the strongest spear in the empire comes from your hands, but let me tell you, I have seen your equipment." Aliken seemed to intend to frustrate Stewart's arrogance.
"Except for the use of materials, everything is worthless. Your skills are not even average, or even all defective! Listen, kid, you can't just rely on high-quality materials that you don't know where to get.
Making the best appliances.”
"You're still far away! Don't listen, Aria, continue!"
Stewart was shocked when he heard this, then raised his head and looked at Aliken, and said firmly: "I know! Mr. Aliken, I will study hard and work hard to train myself!"
"Just watch it from the side, uncle! So what if you get His Majesty's appreciation? Your Majesty is just a layman who doesn't know how to forge. When you meet a really powerful person, you will be fooled!" Aria grinned at her.
Stewart laughed.
Stewart did not speak, but carefully watched Aria's tapping movements. Stewart frowned a little. During this period of time, it was not that he had not tried to change and make progress.
The key is that he always feels that when he hits the utensils, the materials used will be broken. To put it simply, his strength no longer allows him to use this material to make utensils!
After years of hammering on dragon tooth stones, he has become accustomed to such force. Now it becomes extremely difficult to control the force more precisely and subtly.
It's not like he hasn't reported this question to Eliken, but the answer he gave him was: "How can a fool who can't control his own strength use himself to build countless types of tools?"
In fact, Stewart himself knows his skills very well. What he lacks is not his superb technique, but his lack of understanding of how to control his own power.
The instrument made of dragon tooth stone that Aliken studied was probably just the product of the dragon tooth stone that he first obtained. Stewart himself knew what level he was at.
If everyone uses materials of this level like dragon tooth stone, I believe no one in the entire empire can build it better than him!
However, Stewart didn't say these things out loud. He came here to learn. If he could really learn how to control his power during this period and control the percussion in a more subtle and precise manner, it would also be very useful.
Because as Eliken said, how can a fool who can't even control his strength make countless types of tools? He can't spend his whole life using dragon teeth to make tools.