Newman was a member of the town blacksmiths' guild in Hamburgshire, but unlike other blacksmiths, in addition to making horseshoes and farm implements, he was good at making armor, Newman was very respected by the other members as a member of the guild with a license to make armor, a well-made chain mail sold for enough money for two years of income for an ordinary citizen's family, and the more beautiful the armor, the more loved by the nobles.

Today Newman sits in the house of the guild chief, and every Tuesday of the week is the time when the members of the guild gather together, and only the members wearing the bronze pendant of the guild can participate in this party where they enjoy good wine and food, but in this era when food and wine are not sufficient, this is the greatest reward for the guild members, but in the face of such good wine and food, Newman is silent, what touched his heart immersed in the art of iron and fire.

"Newman, you seem to be absent-minded today." The guild leaders wore large ruby rings and were almost indistinguishable from the nobles except for the thick linen shirts they wore, and the blacksmiths' guilds provided the lords of Hamburg with armaments and armor, which allowed them to accumulate their wealth quickly.

"Look at this." Newman handed a dagger in his hand to the guild leader, and then the guild leader found the dagger in Newman's hand, which was a dagger with a cold light, and the leader tried it lightly with his thumb, and the sharp blade actually cut his thumb.

"What a sharp dagger, is it the work of the Southerners?" The guild leader asked curiously, such a sharp weapon could only be forged in those culturally developed regions in the south.

"I don't know what to do. It was on my door this morning. Newman also wondered who had stuck this sharp dagger in the door of his house, whether it was a mystery or a conspiracy, but Newman was now deeply intrigued, and he was completely immersed in this beautiful weapon.

However, the guild leaders did not take this matter to heart, excellent weapons were emerging in this era of war, all they could do was to try to obey the orders of the lord, so that they and their families could survive better, after the guild meeting, Newman walked through the muddy and narrow streets of the town. He was flanked by two bodyguards. As an important master foundry, he was the wealth of the Hamburgshire Blacksmiths' Guild and was closely guarded or monitored.

"My lord, please take a look at my goods." At this moment, a Slavic merchant appeared from the side of the street. He held a commodity wrapped in linen in his hand. and peddled to Newman.

"Nope. No. "The formation of towns was the result of a boom in commerce, so it was not surprising that a merchant came from all over Europa, but this merchant was very persistent. He tried to get in Newman's way, and handed the merchandise in his hand under the tip of Newman's nose.

"Please take a look, it's a rare commodity." Although Newman pushed away impatiently with his own hand, the merchant still did not leave his side, and at this time the bodyguards of the guild hurriedly stepped forward to push the Slavic merchant, but the linen in the merchant's hand was exposed, and it was a snowy short sword.

"Kang~~~." When the bodyguards saw the sword in the merchant's hand, they thought it was an assassin disguised as a merchant, and immediately drew the sword from his waist, and there was also competition between the guilds of the town, sometimes using any means for profit.

"Oh no, wait." But Newman reached out to stop the bodyguards, for his eyes were drawn to the merchant's sword, which, though a short sword, was made in the same way as the dagger stuck in his door.

"Please take a look, sir." With a flattering smile on his face, just like the other merchants, he handed Newman the dagger in his hand.

"I'm not an adult, just an ordinary blacksmith." Newman took the dagger and looked at it intently, muttering a few words, but his eyes were completely attracted by the sharp and shiny dagger.

"Why, good sword, there's better one in my caravan outside town." The merchant smiled and rubbed his hands together and said to Newman.

"What? There's nothing better than that, no way, how could a pagan Slav have such a skill, you bought it from Milan, despicable fellows. Newman scoffed at the words of the Slavic merchants, who did not believe that the barbarian Slavs could have such exquisite skills, but the merchant's words moved him.

"Master Newman, we don't have time." The bodyguards disagreed, and they didn't want Newman to delay making armor for his lord because he was obsessed with other things, or the guild leader would punish them for it.

"Leave this alone, where is your caravan, merchant?" Newman couldn't wait to see the sharper swords, and the lord's armor should be left to the apprentices, otherwise why would he bother to teach the fools how to make good armor.

The bodyguards couldn't stop Newman, they had to follow Newman and the merchant out of the town, sure enough, there was a caravan of merchants outside the town, they were all composed of Slavs, but Newman thought that these merchants were a little strange, they were talking to each other but they were looking at him casually, but Newman's heart was completely confused by the skill that was better than the weapons he made, so he didn't pay attention to these details at all.

"What about the weapons, where are the weapons?" Newman searched around the caravan's caravan, but found nothing but cheap and worthless things.

"Woo, ah~~." Suddenly, Newman heard screams behind him, and he turned around to find that two of his bodyguards had been shot by crossbow arrows, and two crossbow-wielding merchants came out from the back of the carriage, and they stepped forward and kicked the bodyguards who had fallen to the ground.

"You, what are you going to do?" Newman's face changed dramatically, he didn't understand why the merchants would suddenly attack his bodyguards, but the merchants were silent, they stepped forward and put a thick linen bag over Newman's face, and tied his hands and feet, and then Newman felt his body lose consciousness.

I don't know how long it took, Newman woke up from his coma, the back of his head was very painful, it seemed to be swollen with a large bag, and his ears were filled with the sound of horses' hooves and wheels rolling, as if he were lying on a caravan, and in addition to this, he heard two people talking beside him, and the content of the conversation turned out to be related to himself.

"How's your mission going?"

"Of course, the Wrangler has been thrown into another carriage, who is this?"

"Oh, supposedly a blacksmith, one of the best armormakers in Hamburg."

"yes, that's a bit reliable, we were asked to kidnap a painter in the last list, oh my God, that guy was making out with a woman when we caught him, and he was so scared that he peed his pants, and even urinated on my shoes, and the stench of the coacity made me brush it for a long time."

"Don't worry about this, that woman will arrest whoever we want, and if we offend her, we won't be able to eat and walk around."

"Do you really think that's what she thinks? What's the use of her kidnapping so many people, it's not an order from any adult. ”

"Well, hey, this guy seems to have woken up and eavesdropped on our conversation." Suddenly, Newman felt his head hit in his shoe, and then he fainted, staggering and wondering where he was.

Shortly after Newman's abduction, the body of a discarded bodyguard was found in a grove outside the town, and the blacksmiths' guild was shocked to find out that their master armormaker was missing, causing the guild leader to hurry anxiously to the castle in the capital of Hamburg, where he had reported the incident to his lord.

At the gate of the castle hung a red heart lion flag, which was the family flag of the Duke of Saxony's vassal, Miss Ulschifferd, Countess of Hamburg, who was practicing swordsmanship with a knight of the Inner House in her castle at this time, and the sound of metal colliding in the courtyard was heard, and the sword they used turned out to be a real longsword, which made the courtiers watching from the sidelines pinch a cold sweat.

"Bell~~~." The Countess of Ulshfuld used a beautiful exchange to block the knight's sword, but she put the sword on the opponent's neck, and everyone around couldn't help but applaud.

"Well done, Lord Earl." The courtiers flattered in every way, but this countess did have excellent swordsmanship, otherwise it would not have been possible to follow the Duke of Saxony to fight in the north and south.

"You're slacking off today, Sir Gustav." The Countess of Ulcheveld took the handkerchief handed by the maid and wiped her forehead, stuck her sword on the ground, and said to the knight of the Inner Palace, who was fighting against her.

"Sorry my monarch." Sir Gustav hurriedly apologized.

"My sovereign, the leader of the Blacksmiths' Guild, requests your summons." While the Countess of Ulsheveld was resting, the treasurer stepped forward to report to her.

"Guild leader, what is he here for? Let him in. "Countess Ulsheveld wondered that the armor she had ordered was not so quickly ready.

"No, No, the most honorable Earl, our armor-making master Newman is gone." The leader of the blacksmiths' guild came to Countess Ulsheveld out of breath, and he knelt down on one knee in front of the countess, and said to Countess Ulsheveld with a dejected expression.

"What? My armormaker is gone, what the hell is going on? "Countess Ulshiveld was also shocked when she heard the news, a good armor maker is very difficult to train, and having an excellent armor maker is almost a symbol of the military level of the territory, how can someone disappear for no reason. (To be continued......)