Episode 1 Martial Arts Master Chapter 01 The Blacksmith's Master
The gentle sea breeze with a salty smell filled the streets and alleys of Kuzeskal Port. A Merlin with bright feathers hovered in the sky, swooping down from time to time in an attempt to earn a sumptuous meal on the beach.
The afternoon sun is very strong, shining on every roof, street, tree truss or pedestrian's wide-brimmed sun hat. The air is filled with the smell of anxiety and dampness. Several dock workers are pushing carts filled with ceramics.
I wiped my stinky sweat on the roadside and hurried past. The fruit vendors in the Prague market were still selling weakly. The sales volume of iced ale in the "Snowy Night" pub was about 30% higher than usual.
The "Blackstone Tower Mountain" blacksmith shop is located in the narrow and damp sea pigeon alley. There are dozens of uneven stairs, making it very difficult to walk. Clothes were hanging on the balcony of the nearby attic, and a wild dog was pulling at the trash can in the corner.
, taking out the fish bones and chewing them in his mouth, and there was also an old lady wearing a turban carrying a basket full of ripe corn to sell along the street. This is a quiet port city.
A loud bang broke the afternoon silence of Jiwei Alley.
Disorganized noises, shouts, and curses came from the blacksmith shop.
"What a pity, old Hammar lost money in gambling and still wants to default on the debt. You should understand the principle of repaying debts. Come on, brothers, move all the valuable things away." Chebman sat at the door proudly to greet customers.
He commanded several of his lackey-like subordinates from the big flat chair: "But I don't think old Hamar has anything valuable."
This middle-aged man with a beard in his forties has an ugly scar on his nose and a fierce light in his eyes. He is a well-known gangster leader in the Prague Market area of Kuzeskar Port, with more than ten men under his command.
He is an idle accomplice who makes a living by defrauding people through gambling and extortion.
Hamar, who was bruised and swollen, huddled in the corner, holding his head and protesting: "Mr. Chibman! How can there be five kings in a deck of cards? It's clearly a fraud! Your behavior is too shameful, and you will be punished by the Holy Light.
!" His eyes glanced at the black-haired young man standing stupidly in front of the anvil. He didn't expect this stranger to be of any help, so he had better run away as soon as possible. The bully Chebman would make everyone angry if he got angry.
They all become shattered together!
Hamar, the blacksmith, is fifty years old this year. He has never had a wife in his life. He relies on hard work to run a blacksmith shop to make a living. He also faces competition from highly skilled dwarves. He often fails to receive a single business for several months. His only hope is
He could have a woman do laundry and cooking for him during his lifetime. Half a year ago, he took in this stranger of unknown origin.
Chebman's subordinate Bader immediately approached Hamar, shook the wooden stick in his hand and threatened: "The card game is like that, the cards are clear, do you still want to deny it?"
"I...I..." Hammar really couldn't swallow this breath and could only stare at the other party angrily. Chebman always used people's psychology of taking advantage to set up bets to seduce others by watching them win and lose, haha
This is how Mal was fooled. After a round of cards, there were actually five king cards, and the bet increased five times. He could only live on a few silver coins a month, so how could he have any money to compensate? So Chebman brought someone to the door to collect the debt confidently.
Bud dropped the stick, kicked him down, and cursed: "Last month, I asked you to hit a knife and push him away. It's really disrespectful!" The other two people were already searching for any valuable items, and they saw something that didn't suit their eyes.
He immediately fell to the ground hard and the jar shattered on the ground.
"Wait..." Hamal said weakly: "I will pay you back the money, so don't break things again."
"What do you want to pay back? The Imperial Code states that if a civilian does not repay a debt for one year, he will become the slave of the creditor. I don't want a loser like you to be a slave." Chebman rolled up his sleeves and overturned the anvil.
.The big hammer fell into the blazing fire, causing a series of sparks to fly.
The foreigner who stood nearby without saying a word rubbed his chin and looked at Chebman condescendingly.
"What are you looking at? Watch me dig out your hateful eyes and feed them to the dogs! You country boy who doesn't know etiquette!" Chebman glared back. Although the foreigner is very tall and has strong muscles, Chebman has a red beard.
Mann had never been afraid of anyone in the Prague market! In addition, it is said that this foreigner was insulted by a woman selling dried fish in the market and did not dare to reply. He was a complete coward and had nothing to be afraid of.
Hamar shouted: "Saga, please leave quickly and don't conflict with Mr. Chebman. It's enough for me to take care of this place." He called the stranger Saga. In fact, he didn't know the name of the stranger.
The word "Saga" means black, dark, because the foreigner has a rare black hair. He even suspected that the foreigner was a barbarian who escaped from the cannibal tribe in the black rain jungle in the south. According to the spring "Empire Current Affairs Month"
Newspaper published that the Heishui River in the south overflowed, many tribal villages were submerged, and the remaining people left their homes and began a wandering life.
But Saga is very friendly, not at all as vicious as the rumored barbarians. The most important thing is that Saga has been helping with the work for the past six months, and he never complains about dirty work. He only needs to eat and sleep every day.
There is no need to pay him any salary.
Chebman laughed loudly: "Want to run away? No one dares to look at the respected Mr. Chebman like this! Hahaha, black-haired idiot, you are dead!"
The laughter suddenly stopped, and in Hamar's frightened eyes, Saga grabbed Chibman's hair and pressed his head against the iron stove.
With a "click", the sound of broken nose bones sounded clearly. As Saga let go, Chebman fell back and fell away. The big crack extending from the left side of his face to his forehead was deeper than the Shark Dragon Trench in the Endless Sea.
, the blood spurted out like spring water, and when it fell into the stove, there was a burst of steam.
It's not that Chebman couldn't fight, he was very strong and had always been the arm-wrestling champion in the tavern on snowy nights. But the opponent's hand reached out so fast that it was impossible to distinguish it with the naked eye, and then an irresistible force surged up.
My head and neck rushed towards the iron stove involuntarily. The thought "it hurts" came to my mind and I lost consciousness.
The old blacksmith opened his mouth wider than a pair of iron pliers. He never imagined that the taciturn Saga would suddenly take action and knock Mr. Chebman unconscious.
Several gangsters who came together to cause trouble were stunned and looked at each other. Bud shouted: "Chibman must be drunk, they are all coming together! Kill this bastard who dares to resist Chibman."
, I want him to know who talks the loudest in the Prague market!”.
The stick as thick as an egg made a shrill sound in the air and hit Saga's shoulder.
The old blacksmith covered his eyes and did not dare to look. He guessed that the foreigner's shoulder blade must have been shattered. Oh, holy light, the blacksmith's hands were his life. How could Saga survive?
But what happened was far beyond expectations. The wood slag spattered, and the hard Puye Tung stick broke from it. The other end flew out and hit the bellows, making a dull sound. Only a trace was left on Saga's bare-chested shoulder.
There were white marks on his face, but his face was as calm as water, as if the blow just now was just a tickle massage.
Bud looked at the sharp and uneven fracture of the wooden stick and was speechless. Cold sweat soaked his back shirt unknowingly. The weather was hot, the sun was shining brightly, and the blacksmith shop was as hot as a steamer, but Bud felt chilled all over.
, a bunch of goosebumps jumped up from the neck.
"Are you sure you want to collect gambling debts?" Saga said in the stiff and weird dialect of the Kuzeskal region: "Then I can give it to you with the interest." When Bud was stunned and dazed, he grabbed his hand cleanly.
With the broken stick inside, he stabbed it into his mouth with his backhand.
Bud fell straight down, and blood mixed with saliva gushed out from the edge of his lips. It seemed that he would never be able to pronounce words clearly with his tongue again in this life.
Seeing that the situation was not going well, the remaining two gangsters immediately turned around and rushed out of the door. Saga picked up an iron ingot weighing half a kilogram and threw it forward, hitting the back of the head. The man did not say a word and rolled down the steps directly, his eyes
He turned around and was obviously in deep shock. There was another person who couldn't move at all immediately and just looked at Saga, as if he was frightened.
"Drag your companion away, and you need to compensate for the damage to the shop." Saga picked up a dark towel and wiped the hot sweat from his forehead, as casually as if he had just completed a mundane blacksmithing job.
Hamar hurriedly said to the gangster: "No, no, no, there is no need to compensate. Mr. Eden, I am deeply sorry for this matter. When Mr. Chibman wakes up, please convey my apology to him. I
, I want to find a way to pay off my gambling debt..."
The little gangster looked left and right, hesitating, and suddenly found Saga taking out a bright kitchen knife from the bucket with an evil expression. He was so frightened that his heart almost stopped beating. He quickly took a few steps forward and tremblingly took out the knife from Chebman.
He took out a heavy money bag from his trouser pocket and handed it over.
"Okay, I'll give you a minute to crawl away." Saga tested the molten steel on the kitchen knife and threw the money bag to Hamar.
The gangster dragged the boss out of the blacksmith shop as fast as he could. Hamal was so shocked that he lay limply in the corner and whispered: "Thank you, Saga."
Saga stared blankly at the blue sky outside the window through the cracked wooden board and stopped talking.
He knew that his name was not Saga, but Shen Zhimo, a person from another time and space. Things in the past, familiar people or things, were now elusive and elusive.