The death of the werewolf clan's vanguard did not cause much turmoil, in this era, the thirteen demon clans were constantly fighting each other, and there were too many cases of this kind of squad being eliminated in the middle of the night, so not too many people paid attention to it at all, except for the mysterious oriental man in Burgundy.

Carrying a special cloth knife on his back, Shiraishi was on his way to Paris, the capital of the Kingdom of France.

After the Black Death a hundred years ago, the sanitary environment in various European cities has been greatly improved, at least the kind of feces piled up in the cities is rare, and each large country has established a unique sanitation system.

Of course, the main thing is that those demons officially appeared on the stage, and with their cleanliness habits, they must not be able to stand the dirty and crowded urban environment.

(Since the Fangire base camp Paris is full of shitholes, I have revised this part of the history.) In real history, Paris was also a cesshole city. ）

"This is the Loire Valley."

Looking at the beautiful scenery in front of you, it is different from the famine and victims on the road before. As the area is getting closer and closer to Paris, the situation in Shiraishi has gradually improved, and there are hardly many people fleeing here.

Soon in front of Shiraishi is a magnificent giant castle, a new castle in the medieval style that towers on both sides of the river, abandoning the crowded fortress castle of the past and turning into a hedonistic type.

On the periphery of the castle, a large number of noble carriages slowly arrived and parked here, apparently where a great feast was about to take place later.

Of course, this has little to do with Shiraishi, as an Oriental, even if he is dressed as an ordinary blacksmith, it is incompatible with this era.

"The blacksmith, please wait a minute."

A crisp little boy's cry made Shiraishi stop, and he turned to look in confusion, only to see a little boy dressed in gorgeous aristocratic costumes, accompanied by several servants and knights, came to Shiraishi.

"My lord, may I ask what is the matter?"

"You're a blacksmith."

"Yes."

Seeing the little boy shaking his head and putting on an arrogant look, Shiraishi naturally made the etiquette and title of the commoner to the nobles in these years.

But the little boy always felt that the blacksmith in front of him was strange, as if he did not have the cowardly, timid, and humble gaze of the commoners he had seen before. Although I thought it was strange, I didn't pay much attention to it because I was worried about other things.

"I want to make a special armor and weapon for my father as a birthday present for him today, Mr. Blacksmith, is there anything you can do?"

Today?

Looking at the strange eyes of several servants around him, although Bai Shi felt that this request was a little difficult, but looking at the giant castle in front of him, he always felt that he was a little tired from being in the wilderness for the past few days, and he chuckled: "But I can't strike iron in the wild." ”

"I'll give you a spacious room and a special studio."

Listening to the little boy's reassurance, several knights on the side suddenly became a little anxious, today is the lord's birthday party, this little young master can really toss, invite a stranger of unknown origin to settle in, and also strike iron.

Oh my God, can a country blacksmith create armor that the old man likes?

He's not going to end up with a farm implement, is he?

It was necessary to remind the young master that several of the older knights were just about to speak, but they saw that the young master had already entered the ancient castle with Baishi.

"This is our master's iron house, can you do it? Don't come here to cheat and cheat. ”

"Since I promised the young master, I will naturally find a way."

Gently blocking the words of several other peers, Shiraishi glanced at the styles of several armors in the surrounding iron-making room, and Shiraishi roughly understood it.

Soon, in the astonished eyes of everyone, the strange oriental blacksmith in front of them was getting to work.

"What strength does this guy have?"

The layman looks at the excitement, the insider looks at the doorway, Baishi's strength is amazing, so heavy a pot of molten iron is easily lifted by him, and his tool for striking iron is a pair of silver fists in his hand.

Striking iron with fist gloves with bare hands?

Everyone was stunned, obviously Shiraishi's pretending iron-striking style frightened many people.

In fact, Baishi manipulates the power of his own subtle demon emperor to control, as a genius transformation master from the future, Baishi's basic level is very good, if it weren't for the lack of suitable materials, it would not be a big problem to create a few alchemy puppets to assist in the work.

Punch after punch, four hours later, a set of gorgeous armor with exquisite shapes to the extreme, appeared in front of the little boy.

This set of gorgeous gilded armor mixed with the style of Saint Seiya has extraordinary defensive power, and at the same time, it shines gorgeously in the sun.

This blacksmith is really powerful, and the gold plating can be perfectly integrated into the armor, according to the material, it is obviously an ordinary material, why is it made of things, compared to the feeling of steel armor.

The perfect combination of art and weapons of war!

Several of the older knights looked at each other in a daze.

"Wow, it's so beautiful, my father will love it."

Of course it's beautiful, it's built according to the blockbuster model.

As soon as he entered the ironworking workshop, Shiraishi swept the blacksmith products, and it was clear that the lord of the ancient castle in front of him liked the kind of armor with gorgeous shapes, so he specially made a beautiful armor.

Until this moment, several young knights around the little boy had to sigh that their little master was extraordinary, and he caught a blacksmith on the road, all of whom had such master-level craftsmanship.

You must know that the number of craftsmen of this level is limited even in Paris, and compared to those middle-aged muscular men, he still looks so young in appearance.

Baishi, who bears the blood of Legendorga, has a more handsome face than ordinary people, and even has a slight charm taste, this kind of face Baishi does not like, so after a year of tempering his temperament, he finally makes his face now, which is similar to the appearance of the past Fengdu period, giving people a delicate and comfortable feeling.

"This is your reward, and if you want Mr. Shiraishi to join me at my father's banquet tonight?"

A first-class blacksmith is more likely to be valued in this era, and Shiraishi has conquered the little boy in front of him with a pair of armor that is so gorgeous that it bursts the table.

Shiraishi's name was a bit awkward, but it didn't hinder the little boy's adoring gaze, and Shiraishi nodded with a smile.

Medieval cuisine?

I don't think I've ever eaten it before.

And then

Biting into the strange taste of bread in front of him, there are also fine gravel particles in it, although the amount is not large, but often knocking his teeth, and at the same time, accompanied by the broth containing a strange fishy smell, Shiraishi secretly left tears.

As for the way the meat was cooked, Shiraishi almost died of poison after a few bites.

This is France

It's not the starry sky of the British Isles, why does it taste so weird.

What about a good French meal?

What about the delicious food that is said to be good?

It's been years since the Hundred Years' War between England and France ended, okay!

As an excellent gourmet, Shiraishi did not know much about European history, let alone various dietary life, and ate such a big meal in front of him under the beautiful lie.

Looking at the well-dressed nobles around him eating happily, Baishi sincerely said that he didn't understand.

When he was in Burgundy, for fear of bringing a food crisis to Mary's family, Shiraishi mostly went hunting and eating by himself, and also distributed game meat to Mary's family.

Among them, Shiraishi personally handled the dishes, so Shiraishi, who was a cook for Mary's family most of the time, did not notice that what he made was different from ordinary people in the Middle Ages.

No wonder when he left the village, Mary's family had a reluctant expression.

In desperation, Shiraishi could only choose some vegetables and fruits, as well as some wines to drink.

"The food at this castle banquet is really good, much better than what our country cooks make."

"yes."

Looking at the young men and women in front of him while flirting with each other, they are desperately trying to eat.

Shiraishi slowly turned and left.

"Look at that guy, obviously from the countryside, I've never eaten anything so delicious in my life, and I left tears in my eyes."

It's so stuffy.

Selena, you.

Just as Shiraishi complained, the host of the banquet, the lord of the ancient castle, slowly walked into the venue.

PS: My level of medieval history is terrible, please forgive me for some mistakes, just think this is the world of KIVA, a plausible parallel world.