The Abbey of St. Fonso lost its former tranquility, and Arold built a simple workshop out of wooden planks in a corner of the monastery, this workshop was used to make armor for the Swiss mercenaries, and the monks with craftsman skills in the workshop were recruited by Arold to use leather in the workshop to make a kind of armor that no one knew, when John Berg looked at the armor in front of him, he even thought that Arold was just perfunctory to them, but he couldn't blame Arold, because no employer was willing to provide armor for mercenaries, The mercenaries are valued in their own weapons and armor.

"Lord Arrode, I can understand the reason for using leather. But as far as I can see, leather armor requires a good leather craftsman to cut the leather into small pieces and sew it up, but you just make the whole piece of leather look like this, and what is the matter with the parchment? John Berg could only ask Arrod in a pleading tone, but the disappointment in his tone could be heard by anyone.

"My leather armor is cut in one piece, shaped like a reversed waistcoat, made of three pieces of leather and six pieces of parchment, and nailed together with thirty iron nails." Arold said triumphantly to John Berg that this armor was a kind of armor for junior soldiers in the Tang Empire of China, but for the Swiss who didn't have any armor, this armor would definitely surprise them.

"Well, I'll admit you have a point, but what do the four straps do, and I found that your armor doesn't have a back, your monk must have forgotten something." John Berg reached out and touched the leather armor, turning it over and looking at it. He was pleased with the thickness of the leather armor, but was puzzled by the armor that only had the front chest.

"That's right, so that our soldiers can only face the enemy, and if they turn and flee, they will be greeted by the enemy's bows and arrows, swords and guns, and of course this will save a lot of armor materials." Arrod patiently explained to John Berg.

"Well, your considerations are very detailed." John Berg had nothing more to say, and he bowed to Arrod.

"Technique, this is all the innovation of technique." Arold nodded in satisfaction, he felt very lucky. The Abbey of San Fontault was very financially strong. And there are a lot of supplies, including two strategic goods, leather and iron, because the Abbey of St. Fonso has several estates with cows and an iron mine, which are now available to Arrod. Through which dangerous contractor man Jeff's energy.

Attacking a county is a military operation that requires caution. Arrold got the coveted topographic map from Jeff. With this modest map, he was able to pick a suitable location for his attack, and every night he listened to the tinkling of craftsmen pounding leather. Looking at the map in the candlelight, he could hardly sleep, the map made of sheepskin was almost rubbed by his fingers with a large hole, and after half a month of preparation, he finally decided on the place of the attack, and at this time Julian brought back twenty archers from Sir Ebel.

"You're coming back alone? What about Orn and his father? Arold looked at Julian in front of him and the twenty archers behind him, and saw that these archers were skilled and good hands, and Arold was very satisfied, and took note of Sir Ebel's favor in his heart.

"Orn's father is dead, died of natural causes, and I told Orn to wait in the grove outside the castle, but he didn't come, so I came back on my own, but I told him to come to us at the monastery of St. Fonso." Julian shrugged his shoulders and said to Arrod that he was doing the right thing, and that Arold needed the archers to come.

"Well, I'm sure Orn will come for us, now let's have the skills of these archers." Arold beckoned to the archers, and he led them to the door of the workshop, Julian and John Berg followed behind him, not knowing what Arold wanted to do, and Arold smiled mysteriously at them, and he walked into the workshop with a molded leather armor, which was hung on the chest, and the whole leather armor included the front breastplate, two shoulder armor, and two pieces of armor that wrapped around the legs, and Arold hung the leather armor on a large tree, and then ordered the archers to draw their bows and shoot arrows fifty meters away.

"Whoosh~~Whoosh~~~." The archers, at Arold's command, stood fifty meters away, drew their short bows and shot their arrows at the leather armor, which flew out with the sound of the bowstring, and after a few clicks, stabbed the leather armor, which had arrows hanging from it, but when the people came forward to take off the leather armor, they found that the leather armor had not been pierced by the arrows, and the arrows, which were extremely sharp, fell off at the slightest touch.

"Good armor." John Berg's excited eyes seemed to glow, he couldn't put down this strange armor, as the leader of the Swiss he knew very well that the pike phalanx was very powerful against the enemy in close combat, but the phalanx was relatively clumsy and inconvenient, if the enemy used bows and arrows to shoot from a distance, the blow to the soldiers in the phalanx was huge, and now with this armor made of a mixture of leather and parchment, the bow and arrow would be much less of a threat to the opponent's array.

"Every soldier has a share of this armor, but John Berg, in order to pay for this armor, you must sign an employment agreement with me for another ten years."

"Of course, this is a very fair and reasonable agreement, and the Swiss team will be there for you from now on." What else could John Berg say, he led a group of poor buddies, who had nothing but a spear in their hands, and now they were all mixed with tough leather armor.

"If you want to defeat the enemy, you must first have a strong armor blade." Since Arold saw the sharp short sword of the West Slavs, he desperately developed the killing weapon he could think of in his head, leather armor was only the first step, he finally liked the Gothic full-body plate armor, even if he didn't know anything about swordsmanship, wearing the Gothic full-body plate armor, he could sweep in all directions with a big sword in his hand.

Just as Arrold regretted that Orn could not help him in forging goth armor, the talented smith woke up from his coma and reached out his hand to remove the linen bag from his head. It was still pitch black in front of his eyes when he opened his eyes, and he groped to his feet, finding himself in a cold cell, the cold iron fence rusty, but so strong that Orn could not shake it no matter how hard he shook.

"Don't bother, this dungeon is one of the strongest places here, and if the meat ticket can escape from here, it will only mean that we have failed." Just as Orn was driven mad by the silence and darkness of the place, he heard the sound of footsteps. Along with the footsteps there was firelight. and the voice of a woman speaking.

"You, who are you, what is this place?" Orn asked in a hoarse voice, after sending Julian away that day. Two big men who suddenly appeared knocked themselves unconscious with wooden sticks. When he woke up, he found himself in this dimly lit dungeon.

"I'm Harvey. The leader of the Villain's Guild in the town of Fort Mason. Harvey stuck the torch in his hand into the wall, which was covered with green moss, dripping with cold water above his head. Orn had to close his eyes slightly, as his eyes could not adjust to the bright light.

"The Guild of Villains, but I didn't provoke you?" Horn said to the strange woman in front of him, puzzled.

"That's right, you have no grudges with us, this is business, business understand?" Harvey smiled and looked at Orn huddled in the dungeon, in fact, there was no need for a leader like her to do such a thing as guarding the meat ticket, but she was a very curious woman, she didn't understand that Lambert, as the leader of the Blacksmith's Guild, would be interested in a small blacksmith, and even risked making a deal with herself.

"I don't understand, please let me go, I have no money, it's useless to you." Orn could only beg in every possible way, but Harvey's ability to take charge of the villain's guild was naturally not easily moved by Orn's words, she just carefully looked at the little blacksmith in front of her, and there was really nothing peculiar.

"Hmph." Harvey thought about it and suddenly took down the key hanging on the opposite wall, opened the iron fence and bent down and walked in, looking at Harvey who suddenly walked in, Orn involuntarily stepped back.

"You, what do you want to do?" Ou En looked at the tall and hot woman with a beautiful face in front of him, if it was a different environment, it would not be a very glamorous encounter in this gloomy and terrifying environment, but now he didn't think he would have an affair.

Harvey with a cold smile, stepped forward and stretched out his hand and suddenly grabbed Orn's neck, Orn didn't expect this woman's arm to be so powerful, Harvey's fingers were slender and covered with thick calluses, Orn had only seen the same marks on the hands of some swordsmen, which showed that this woman was good at using swords, and her cold eyes were only seen in the eyes of soldiers who had killed people, danger, was Orn's only impression of this woman at this time. "Don't play tricks, boy, why Lambert of the Blacksmiths' Guild wants us to kidnap you, there must be something about you that that vile old man who is interested, don't tell me you have a sodomy relationship with him." Harvey looked contemptuously at Orn, who was flushed by his hand, let go of his hand, Orn coughed and slid down the wall, he climbed to the side to try to get away from the dangerous woman, but what did she mean by that? Lambert wants to kidnap himself for something.

"Why did Lambert kidnap me?" Orn asked Harvey with a gasp.

"I'm also trying to figure out, did you take his money? Or are you hiding some treasure? Harvey pulled the dagger from his waist, and with it, the dagger that had taken many lives, dangled at the tip of Orn's nose.

"I, I don't have any treasures, I'm just a poor blacksmith, by the way, I still have money in my room from Lord Arrod, Count of Mecklenburg, you take those things, I only have so much money, please let me go." Orn couldn't figure out why Lambert wanted to arrest him, could it be that he asked him to correct his father's name that angered Lambert, but was it necessary to kidnap himself for this kind of thing?

"What? Count Mecklenburg, it's getting more and more interesting, do you know the count? Harvey listened to Orn's words, the dagger in his hand stopped, and a small blacksmith alarmed the head of the blacksmith's guild and a noble earl at the same time, which made Harvey keenly aware of Orn's value, maybe this timid guy in front of him was a valuable treasure. (To be continued......)

PS: Hello at the beginning, Ha Luha, please forgive me, I'm scared when I look at the blank text, so I have to spit out and complain about the beginning