Ou En felt that his luck was very bad recently, his father for the cause of blacksmithing, a master who pursued the art of forging all his life, finally completed a sword made by the cold forging method, because of the long fatigue and energy consumption of forever closed his eyes, which made Ou En feel very sad that he had been dependent on his father for his life.

But life has to go on, he took the sword that his father spent his life finally made, and went to find the local blacksmith guild leader Lambert, hoping to gain his approval through this cold-forged sword, and restore his father's reputation, so that the blacksmith master who was thought to be crazy regained his posthumous name, and Lambert looked at the cold-light sword in his hand, he was stunned, almost no test method, he knew very well that the sword forged by this training method was far tougher than the sword of the hot forging method.

"Incredible, incredible." Lambert lightly touched the blade of the sword with his thumb, felt a tingling in his fingers, and his thumb was cut a small opening, and he bared his teeth and sucked in the cold air, making a hissing sound.

"This is the cold forging method of the Milanese, chief, my father fought for this method all his life, and now it is proved that everything he said is true, and this sword is proof, not crazy words." Orn excitedly told Lambert that Lambert was the leader of the local blacksmiths' guild, and that his approval was necessary to restore his father's reputation, and Lambert seemed to have always cared for Len and made him a place in the blacksmiths' guild.

"Of course, but I need to show the other blacksmiths, and only with their approval can I decide whether or not to restore your father's reputation." Lambert was pot-bellied and fat, and he squinted his eyes, which were almost slits. Greedily can't put down this sword.

"Okay, you can make an appointment. Now I want to get the sword back first. Even young Orn saw Lambert's greed, and he reached out to take the sword back. Wrap it in linen and hold it in your arms.

"Oh, of course, I'll arrange it right away." Lambert looked at the sword that Orn had taken, his eyes full of loss, but he immediately returned to his usual state and said to Orn with a smile.

"Then I'll take my leave." Orn clutched his sword, bowed to Lambert, and left.

"What a good sword." Lambert sighed and praised, but he didn't really plan to gather the master blacksmiths to correct Orn's father, the leader of the blacksmith's guild, which he had managed to take from Orn's father. If people approve of Orn's father's forging skills, then of course Orn will follow suit, and he may even replace himself as the new leader, which he will never tolerate.

"Father, has Orn been here?" Outside the house, Lambert's daughter came in with a tuft of lilies, a long white dress with a collar and fringed edges, and a green woolen shawl with gold thread on her shoulders, although she was of commoner origin. But because of Lambert's status as a guild leader, his daughter lived like an aristocratic maiden.

"Yes, Natalie, didn't you talk to him?" Lambert sat in his room, and the sun was shining. The light shone through the gap between the window and the plank, and he watched his beautiful daughter standing between the wooden pillars with a white lily, and her demeanor was more like a nobleman than that of a nobleman. The heart is full of pride.

"What are you talking about, those filthy pieces of iron?" The corners of Natalie's ruddy mouth twitched. She had no affection for the blacksmiths with greasy leather aprons around the fire, and she thought she should live in a castle made of solid stone. And not inside this smoky wood-paneled house.

"So you don't like him? When you were a child, you used to say that you were going to marry Orn. Lambert asked, somewhat surprised.

"Father, I was a kid at the time, so don't talk about O'Eun. When are you going to Fort Mason, I heard that the honorable Duke is going to hold a banquet, and it must be very lively. Natalie inserted the lilies into the clay pot and said to Lambert with excitement.

"Yes, but what does that have to do with us, the invitees are all noble lords." Lambert held Natalie with his fat hand, his wife died a long time ago, leaving only this one daughter, and he was very sorry for his daughter's baby, and he really wanted the stars not to give the moon.

"Father, go and beg the Duke, if you want me to be a maid in the castle." Natalie shook Lambert's arm with her hand and pleaded with her father coquettishly.

"What? As a maid, my precious daughter, you won't be able to stand that kind of toil. Lambert shook his chubby head, he thought that his daughter was really crazy, and that it would not be a few years before an upright and rich young man would want to marry her, and Natalie would become a wealthy mistress who wanted to go to the castle and wash the toilet for the nobles.

"No, no, I'm going, and if you don't let me go, I'll ignore you." Natalie longed for the luxurious and proud life of the aristocracy, which would delight her even when she looked at it from the outside, the princess's beautiful dress embroidered with gold thread, and the magically smooth silk shawl, and the various jewels inlaid with precious stones in the Duchess's jewel chest, even if she was willing to touch her to death.

"Well, okay, I'll think about it." Lambert was dazed by the quarrel of his pampered daughter, he surrendered to his daughter as usual, and Natalie left happily when he heard Lambert agree to her request, and today many nobles came to Mason Fort with their families, and she did not want to miss the parade of those richly dressed nobles.

"It seems that there is no other way." Lambert looked at the direction of his daughter's departure, his brows were twisted, he originally wanted to make Ou En his son-in-law, so that Ou Ann's cold forging method would become his family's technical secret, he had a hunch that this cold forging method could bring huge profits to his family, but Natalie had no intention of marrying Ou En at all, which made Lambert a little embarrassed, and he felt that he had to make a decision.

In the towns formed under Fort Mason, there are all kinds of people, among them are good people who obey the law, and there are also rogue villains who break the law and discipline, as long as these rogue villains do not cause trouble, usually the nobles who live in the castle will not pay attention, and even some dirty things can be done through these rogue villains, Lambert, as a local guild leader, also knows these people very well, and usually these people have their own set of rules.

"Yo, what kind of wind is this, blowing Lord Lambert, the leader of the upright Blacksmith's Guild." Lambert walked into a narrow and gloomy alley, and around the corner appeared two big men in shabby linen robes, with greasy faces, both of them holding in their hands a smooth cane made of round lumps, Lambert knew that this was the weapon of these scoundrels, not to mention that it was made of wood, but it was actually filled with iron or lead, which would not seriously kill people in hand-to-hand combat, and could stun opponents.

"I'm looking for your head, Harvey of the Blood Dagger." Lambert opened his hands to show no malice, and he said to the two big men.

"Looking for Harvey?" The two big men laughed, their blackened teeth exposed, their faces greasy and their bodies stenched, but Lambert had to endure it.

"That's right, I have business to introduce to him." Lambert patted the money bag on his waist, which made a clanging sound, and said to the two big men guarding the door.

"Oh well, please come in, but be careful, I'm afraid you're going to get stuck, hahaha." The men laughed at Lambert's fat body, but made way for him, and Lambert squeezed between the two, and he came to the end of the alley and saw a channel used to drain sewage, and when the iron railing of the channel was lifted, he smelled a foul smell of corruption, but he knew very well that he could only see Harvey when he went in, the legendary Harvey, the leader of the villains in this area, he killed people when he was 12 years old, and he killed the previous leader of the Rogue Guild, and since then he has ruled the local Rogue Guild with an iron fistAll the craftsmen and merchants who make a living in the town below Fort Mason are required to pay protection money on time, but it is said that a group of gangsters and thugs have recently arrived from out of town to try to encroach on Harvey's territory.

Lambert reminisced about Harvey from the tavern drunks and others as he groped his way through the moss-covered smooth sewers, and after walking for a while, it dawned on him that he saw a cavity that could hold dozens of people, with torches shining in the walls, and strange letters carved into the walls, which looked somewhat like the writing of southern Italians.

"Hey, come here." A man emerged from the shadows, wearing a gray cloak that, if still and almost blended in with his surroundings, beckoned to Lambert to follow him, and in front of them there were three forks, and if he entered the wrong fork, it would be difficult to get out of the labyrinthine passage.

"God, who built this labyrinth?" Lambert looked at these channels made of smooth stone in amazement, the sheer structure of the project was far more complex than he could have imagined, Lambert did not expect such a project to exist under the town, he even drew a cross on his chest, fearing that this was a temple built by the devil, and he was trading with the devil.

"Hmph, stupid fellow." The corners of the mouth of the person leading the way showed disdain, but everyone who came to trade was surprised by the complex channel, which also increased their awe of Harvey, which may also be a psychological shock for Harvey, even if the channel had nothing to do with him, but he used it wisely. (To be continued......)

PS: The beginning of all evil, I hate you so much