It happened to be not far from the shopping street, and Yilman patiently followed Charles all the way to their ironsmith shop.

Truth be told, when he learned about the duel between Charles and Trist, he didn't have much hope for the Magic Breaker.

But since the dignified eagle wants to build a weapon for himself himself, he might as well go and have a look.

Griffin's ironware shop was once a well-known shop on the commercial street.

Although the quality of their family's iron tools cannot be compared to the Warhammer family's Divine Weapons Workshop, it is better to sell some daily necessities.

Thanks to the flow of people in the shopping street, the shop's pots, shovels, iron basins, farming tools, steel fences and other trivial items commonly used in daily life have always sold well.

However, since Baron Jonathan joined the army, the ironsmith shop has hired people to take care of it, and without Jonathan's skills, business in the shop has not been very good.

Charles followed his memories and searched the streets for his shop.

I haven't been here for a few years, so I don't know how the shop is doing.

Thinking like this, I saw a few familiar big characters of "Griffin Iron" from a distance.

"Here it is, there it is. ”

Charles pointed to a small shop with an old façade on the corner of the long street and said happily.

Yilman followed and took a few more steps forward, taking a closer look at the shop, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"Are you sure it's there?"

"Are you sure, what's wrong?" Charles replied nonchalantly, walking ahead without looking back.

When he heard Charles talk about his shop, Ilman didn't pay much attention to it, but when he saw this place, he remembered that he had mentioned it in his father's case file.

It turns out that this is his family's property!

"Charles......" Iarman was about to say something, but saw that Charles had already pushed open the door and entered the store.

Seeing Charles swaggering in, Ilman's heart jumped: "Now... Oh no, go and transfer two teams of city defense troops!"

The captain of the swan guard behind him didn't know his hometown, but he knew that his young master was quite disciplined and would not mobilize the city defense army for no reason, so he hurriedly agreed, turned around and was about to leave, but heard Yilman add another sentence:

"Wait, get another team of swan guards!"

When the captain of the guard heard this, he felt in his heart for a while, what kind of battle could not be suppressed by the two teams of city defense troops, and he still had to come out to the Swan Guard? This is the inner city!

"What are you still doing in a daze, go quickly! There will be a big mess in a while!" Yilman's face was a little gloomy, he had a hard time getting out of it, how could he have encountered all kinds of bad things.

This den is a key task that his father Edelman has recently planned to eradicate, and the plan has to arrange two Chosen Ones for the worst troop deployment.

"It's too bad, temporary arrangement, don't be bad!"

With this in mind, Ilman began to direct his personnel to find a place to ambush.

At this time, Charles had already pushed the door and walked into his shop, but when he entered the door, he was dumbfounded.

The rows of shelves in my memory have disappeared without a trace, and not a single piece of ironware has been put out in this shop, which is known as an ironware store.

The original furnishings of the shop were emptied in favor of two or three quilts spread against the wall, and a few stained round tables, each filled with swaying bottles.

The whole store was filled with the smell of alcohol and sweat, and the smell was suffocating.

Seven or eight sloppy-looking men looked calm, not caring at all about the smell of the room, and they gathered around the table in twos and threes, drinking and chatting about something.

As Charles opened the door, the chatter in the store suddenly stopped.

The scene in front of him was completely unexpected by Charles, and if he hadn't seen the sign of his shop, he would have almost thought that he had gone into a sloppy tavern by mistake.

He couldn't help but widen his eyes, and asked in surprise and anger:

"Who are you?"

Charles suddenly asked, and several men in the store were stunned when they heard it, and then laughed:

"Where's the silly boy?"

"They all said that someone would guard the door, but you didn't listen..."

"Forget it, just hit it and blast it out......"

"Yes, hurry up, don't disturb a few people in the backyard, or you'll be in trouble. ”

......

The tall, burly man closest to the door stood up impatiently and was about to reach for Charles' collar.

Seeing the family heirloom shop being made into this ghostly appearance, Charles's anger had already rushed to the top of his head.

Seeing that the burly man's big hand stretched out diagonally was about to grab him, his figure flickered, took a step closer, and slapped the big man directly in the face.

"Smack!"

The burly man was immediately fanned out and crashed straight into an adjacent table, knocking the two or three sloppy men at the table to the ground together.

For a while, the wine bottle and glass fell to the ground, and the store that was already full of odors added a strong smell of alcohol.

"Stinky boy, how dare you go wild here!?"

"Bastard, shoot him to death!"

"You don't even ask, what kind of place is this!"

Charles walked in with a cold face, revealing the silver sledgehammer behind him, and said in a cold voice:

"Where? This is my Griffin's property, who are you!?"

"Charles!"

At this time, Yilman heard the noise and hurriedly ran in through the door.

"Gross..."

As soon as he entered, Yilman was so smoky by the smell of the door that he almost vomited.

But he still endured it and said to Charles:

"This is someone from the Rift Society!"

Charles carefully recalled that although the situation at home was not as good as before, he still had some savings, and there was no place to use a lot of money, how could he get into trouble with the Rift Club?

"My family doesn't owe you anything, what are you doing here?"

"Hmph, your family doesn't owe it, but Clive owes it, he subleased this place to Rift Tile for a year, offset his interest for this year, and signed the sublease agreement in black and white!"

A tall, thin man with a big nose walked over, he saw the huge silver sledgehammer on Charles's shoulder, and said with some fear.

"Clive, that's just a worker hired by my family, not renting the store to him, why should he sublet it!"

The big nose shrugged, glanced at Ilman who walked in, and glanced at the white swan embroidered on his collar, and couldn't help but swallow another mouthful of saliva:

"I don't know, you'll have to ask Clive for yourself. Hurry up, don't wait to alarm the adults, it's too late to leave. ”

"Don't go, the person who beat me, don't leave anything and want to leave?"

At this time, there was an angry shout from upstairs.

Everyone followed the sound and saw a stout man with a full mouth and beard, walking down the stairs amid heavy footsteps.

"Three, three stewards..."

The big nose seemed to be very afraid of the third steward, his neck shrank, and he didn't dare to speak.

The third steward looked fierce, holding a black short stick in his hand, and said viciously:

"None of them are allowed to leave!"

Charles laughed angrily, and threw the silver hammer in front of him with a "bang":

"Go, of course you have to go, but it's not me, it's you!"

"Get out of here"