He wasn't particularly surprised when Orn appeared before Arrod, and he had even wondered why he had come, the young blacksmith had a ruddy face, and his father had finally slept the sweetest sleep of his life after completing the sword, which made the young man who had lived with his father very happy. However, Ser Abel with a bright smile behind Orne puzzled Arrod, the first heir to the Duke was dressed in rich aristocratic attire and surrounded by a few followers, who seemed to be very relaxed.

"My lord, please look at this sword." Orn handed over the sword in his hand, the sword body was narrow and long, cross-shaped on the handle, without too much decoration and unpretentious, this was originally the sword that Orn and his father tried to cast, of course, it could not have too much decoration, Arrod took it and looked at it and tested the sharpness with his thumb, sure enough, the cold-forged sword was much stronger than the hot-forged sword, and the sword body exuded a little strange luster.

"Uh~~~, Lord Arrod." Just as Arold carefully looked at the sword in his hand, Sir Able, who was standing aside, had to interject.

"Lord Abel, have you come to see my father? He went to train soldiers. Arold thought that Sir Able had received an order from the Duke of Mason to come to Sir Wendell, but he did not know that Sir Abel had come for the sword in his hand, and that the sword that Sir Abel considered priceless was inferior to a kitchen knife in his kitchen in later life, so he did not think of the true value of the sword at all.

"Oh, no, my father hasn't given the order to go on the expedition yet, and I'm here for another purpose." Sir Wendell was so nervous that he could barely breathe, he saw Arold just casually stick his sword in the dirt, and couldn't help but put his fist next to his mouth and coughed a little to hide his embarrassment, he also saw that the sword in Orne's hand was for Arold, if he asked Arold to ask for it at this time, it seemed to be overwhelming, but he really liked this sword too much, and this inseparable hobby was his only hobby.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Arold asked suspiciously, and Sir Able seemed to have something unspeakable.

"Your Excellency, I want this sword in your hand." Orn hesitated to answer for Ser Able, he had told him many times that the sword had an owner, but Sir Able still wanted to know who the owner of the sword was, and Sir even thought that if his father bought it, he would ask for it. When Orn told him that he was Arold, Ser Able smiled and went with him, and the scene was the one in front of him.

"This handle?" Arold looked down at the sword in his hand in surprise, he didn't expect Sir Able to be so solemn just for the test of the cold-forged sword in his hand, which shows how much this cold-forged sword is loved by Sir Abel.

"That's right, I know it's very difficult, but I like this sword very much, can you give it to me, of course, you can offer it in terms of price." Sir Able hurriedly said, it was completely a look of being slaughtered, if he met a profiteer, he would definitely make a lot of money, anyway, the Herman family had wealth.

"Since, Lord Sir, you like it so much, I'll give it to you." Thinking of his poor little family, Arold pulled out his sword from the dirt and stretched out his hand to Sir Able at will, his soul came from the East, he deeply understood the principle of wanting to take first, if you want to find a backer, there is no more suitable than the first heir of the duke, thinking of this, he generously gave the sword in his hand to Sir Abel.

"What? Are you really going to give me this sword? Sir Able took the sword handed by Arrod in disbelief, he believed that no knight could refuse a sharp sword, and there were even cases of knights starting private battles for a sword, it was really because of the backwardness of the casting technique in this era, if you obtained a sharp sword, you can interrupt the opponent's weapon in one turn on the battlefield, then it is not invincible on the battlefield. But Arold gave this priceless sword to himself unconditionally, and Sir Able couldn't help but think that there should be no conspiracy in it, and the hand that took the sword hesitated for a moment, but he really couldn't resist the temptation of the sword.

"Of course, it's not completely free, I hope you can get more of my family in front of Duke Mason, after all, the Wendell family is a knight who has served the Herman family for generations, and our loyal God can know, but it would be better if Lord Duke could know the way." Arold said with a smile, he saw through Sir Abel's hesitation, if this sword was really valuable, Sir Aebel's hesitation was understandable, after all, a pie that suddenly fell from the sky would also smash people.

"Ha Luha, of course, I'll remember." After listening to Arrud's words, Sir Able relieved himself, he grabbed the sword in his arms, and readily agreed, this kind of small matter is very simple for him, but as the first heir of the duke, he knew at a very young age that he had to be on guard against other people at all times, the court itself is a place to hide filth, the slightest carelessness will be seized by political enemies, caution is always an important factor in longevity.

"Lord Arrod, did you just give the sword to someone else?" Orn watched Sir Abel turn around and walk towards the outside of the camp as he watched Sir Abel pick up his sword, and he couldn't help but say to Arold beside him, as a blacksmith, he knew the value of this kind of sword, although he would not have a clear idea of technical innovation, but experience told him that this kind of cold-forged sword would be invincible on the battlefield.

"It doesn't matter, as long as you know the secret technique, this kind of sword will be recreated after you know it." Arrud shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently, the cold forging sword technique is only one ten-thousandth of the techniques he knows about the Dao, and if he tells all the techniques of the Dao, it will not cause a revolution in the arts.

"Oh, Lord Arrod, I almost forgot something important." Sir Abel suddenly turned back in a hurry when he reached the entrance of the camp, and said to Arold gracefully, "There will be a banquet in the castle tonight, and my father will invite many powerful vassals to attend, and of course I think that the Wendell family, as a loyal family, should also attend, and I will tell my father, and please enjoy it with your family when the time comes." ”

"Of course, thank you very much, Sir Sir." Arrode's heart said that it is really good to have good intentions, and lo and behold, there will be dividends immediately, and the usual place for high society in this era is this kind of banquet, and it is beneficial to be able to meet many lords with important influence on the development of his family, and his family can only live leisurely in this era when it grows stronger.

Delighted, Sir Able returned to the castle with the sword, and there was a small room in his room, which was filled with all kinds of swords, axes and other weapons, and there was no shortage of artwork from the Italian city-states.

When Ser Wendell and the others, who had led Yves and Marcos to train their soldiers, returned to the camp, Arold told them about it, but in order not to cause trouble, he chose to skip the matter of how he helped Orne forge the sword, saying that he had bought a sword but was caught by Sir Abel.

"Attending a banquet in the castle?" Sir Wendell was astonished, knowing that it was impossible for a minor nobleman like them to enter the castle unless summoned by the Duke, of course, this was even less likely.

"It's great that Duke Mason finally understands the importance of the Wendell family." Eves shouted excitedly, and he couldn't help but pick up the horn glass, scoop a glass of wine out of the malt barrel, and pour it into his mouth in a big gulp.

"I don't think so, it's probably because of the sword given by Arrod, I've heard that the Duke of Mason's heir is a knight with a penchant for weapons." Sir Wendell reached out and stroked his beard, and said thoughtfully.

"Anyway, we've been invited, let's think about what to wear to the party." Eves finished drinking happily, reached out and wiped his mouth, and said nonchalantly.

"Well, that's a good thing anyway." Sir Wendell nodded, and felt that he should indeed go and buy a suitable dress, for banquets at the Duke's court were formal occasions and should be dressed in a ceremonial manner.

In the bazaar under the castle there was a tailor's shop that specialized in cutting clothes, and there were all kinds of dyed fine linen, which was usually used as a material for the clothing of the nobles, and from here the fashion spread to the other counties where the noblewomen and noble ladies frequented the most. The Germanic ladies usually wore dress-like skirts, with a large round neckline at the neckline to reveal the white skin of the neck, ornamental headbands on their heads, and their hair was usually braided in small braids and draped over the shoulders, rather than the pointed tower-like hats of the French noblewomen, also because the Germanic people still maintained a simple custom.

The Germanic nobility and the upper class wore a rectangular or round cloak over their tunics, which was fastened to one shoulder or tied to the chest, and most of the materials were made of fine linen, but the chattering ladies in the tailor's shop said that the duke's family wore silk from the East, and that the price of cloth in ounces equal to gold was very rare, and the sky-high price of the ladies chatted was smug and pleased with the surprise of the others.