Over the next period of time, Dylan began to travel to the blacksmiths in the northwind and began to teach the foundries one-on-one, which greatly touched them.

Of course, Dylan also had a request, that is, he needed the help of the foundry to jointly create six hundred sets of armor for the legion.

The foundries were puzzled, the city of the north wind was very small, and there were not many guards, so where did they need six hundred sets of armor? and it was built in strict accordance with the quality required by the legion.

However, although they were confused in their hearts, they still obeyed Dylan's arrangement, and in the following period of time, they began to forge battle armor continuously.

However, on the third day, the last day of Dylan's planned Warframe, problems followed.

"Master Dylan, we've run out of black iron in our blacksmith shop!"

"We, too, Master Dylan, what do we do now?"

"Yes, yes!"

Dylan was approached by a number of foundries, hoping that he could help with the problem.

Dylan pondered for a moment, then asked, "Is there a vein of black iron around here?"

The foundries looked at each other, but they didn't know whether to say it or not.

One of them gritted his teeth fiercely and said, "Yes, it's just outside the city, but it's the territory of the nobles of the empire, and we don't dare to meddle in the affairs there!"

Dylan was expressionless: "Take me to see." ”

Everyone looked at each other, and no one dared to lead the way.

"It's okay, let's go there and have a look. Dylan continued.

In this way, Dylan, led by three bold foundries, walked towards a large mountain outside the City of North Wind.

The three of them thought that Dylan was also an aristocrat after all, and they didn't dare to do anything to Dylan when they thought about the people in charge of the black iron veins who were above the top in the past.

Along the way, Dylan began to ask, "When was the vein in the Gagok Mountains discovered? How did I never know?"

One of them replied: "I found it about a year ago, and at that time a nobleman came to inspect the situation, and it didn't take long for the mountain to be closed. ”

Dylan's eyes were not good: "Why did they close the mountain, who gave them the right?"

The foundry smiled bitterly: "It is said that they are subordinates of Viscount Roosevelt of Riptide City, and they want to close the mountain, but we can't help it!"

"Does my father know that?" asked Dylan.

The foundry was a little unsure: "I don't know about this, but the Grand Butler Max must know." ”

Dylan was a little helpless, and it was clear that Max had hidden it from his father again. Max always felt that he couldn't add trouble to his father, but his father, as the city lord of North Wind City, should know these things.

With Max's identity and strength, how can he compete with a viscount? Therefore, it is understandable that the matter of the ore vein has not been resolved for a long time.

But now that Dylan has returned from the Legion, it's time for him to talk to the so-called viscount about the laws of the Empire.

The person in charge of the vein bullied Max not to make a big deal out of it, thus alarming Aofeng Green, and with a viscount behind them, they naturally had nothing to fear.

Soon, Dylan was led by the three of them to Mount Gaya.

I saw that at this time, the periphery of Jiagu Mountain had already been fenced with barbed wire, and there were still a few people standing at the intersection of the mountain, who looked like guards, obviously not allowing outsiders to enter the mountain casually.

When the three foundries arrived here, they were a little afraid to continue advancing, after all, the other party had a viscount as a backer, and they civilians did not dare to confront them.

Dylan didn't blame the three of them for their stage fright, just told them to wait where they were, and he walked alone to the guards.

When the guards saw someone coming, they immediately looked on guard and shouted at Dylan, "Who are you? this is not the place for you, get out of here!"

Dylan's face was gloomy, and he didn't expect that several dogs raised by Viscount Roosevelt would be so arrogant.

Dylan stopped outside the fence: "Go and call out your person in charge here!"

The guards sneered, and one of them said to Dylan, "What are you? Just because you want to see our boss?"

Dylan held back the anger in his chest: "Just tell him, I'm the son of Aofeng." ”

The man didn't seem to know what the son of Aofeng was, and was about to continue to taunt, but was pulled by a person beside him: "He is the Dylan Green of the now famous town of the Garneman Empire, that is, the son of Aofeng Green." ”

The leader disagreed, and said, "So you are Dylan Green, the son of the first coward of the empire, the son of a little baron, and still not qualified to see our boss!"

"Huh" A crisp voice sounded.

After that, there was a scream like killing a pig, but I saw the guy who took the lead, who was covering his left cheek at this time, with a painful look.

He slowly moved his palm, but saw a long knife mark on his cheek, the knife mark was corroded by the shadow energy, and there were already festering marks.

The guards burst into a rage, opened the fence gate, and were about to rush out to teach Dylan a lesson.

Dylan sneered: "It seems that if you dogs don't hurt today, you really won't ask your master for help!"

As soon as the words fell, Dylan disappeared in place, and within ten seconds, the other four people also fell to the ground, rolling and moaning in pain, leaving only one guy, holding a long sword of the imperial military system in his hand, trembling and not daring to step forward.

"Go and call your stewards!" Dylan said in a cold voice.

The only guard still standing, almost crawling towards the mountain.

When Dylan saw the appearance of this group of people, he couldn't help but shake his head, where do these guys have the slightest look like a guard?

But these people, the monthly remuneration they receive from the Imperial military, are no worse than Dylan's. The empire raised this group of waste, which is simply a waste of materials.

A short time later, the man walked out of the mountain with a man in a white robe. Behind them, there were also a dozen warriors in battle armor.

The middle-aged man with a small mustache and sharp eyes was looking Dylan up and down at this time, and then his eyes gradually calmed down, and then he smiled: "You are the famous Dylan Green now?

Dylan is so perceptive that he sees every change in this person's expression and eyes, and preliminarily judges that this person is shrewd and sleek, knows how to act at the opportunity, is kind on the surface, and is extremely hypocritical on the inside. However, this person is actually still a mid-level wind magician?

"I'm here today to ask you, which law of the Empire stipulates that you Riptide City can go to the boundary of our North Wind City to find ore veins without the permission of our North Wind City?" Dylan said word by word.