When the sun sets, it disappoints.

At least that's what the blacksmith thinks.

This is because even if the window is fully open, the light is slightly dim, which means that fine manipulation is not possible.

He regretfully laid down the hammer and spikes, and fed the new furnace with charcoal like a pet, the glow of the fire casting a shadow over his knotted muscles.

Crash.

Pour a whole basin of river water on you, wash away the sweat stains, and rub the charcoal ash with coarse linen - this is considered a bath!

The blacksmith picked up the wide jumper and put it on his body with great unaccustomedness.

The clothes were brought by a woman in the stronghold, and she warned him that if he walked around shirtless, he would quietly hide the iron ore.

How can this work!

So every time the blacksmith went to the tavern for dinner, he had to grieve himself.

"Huh? Something is wrong. ”

The roadside lights were not lit, the workers in charge of lighting seemed to be a little derelict in their duties, and the tavern was full of people at this time, and the noise was heard far away.

"Hey, how am I going to eat, aren't I busy today?"

He looked up again, only to see the crowd in the gravel square.

The blacksmith's pair of leather boots stepped onto the platform, and his burly figure instantly rose up, blocking out most of the fire behind him, and the crowd noticed his arrival.

Everyone cooperatively moved out of the way, passed the torches, and lit the bulletin board.

The T-shaped wooden sign in front of him was heavy and sturdy, and the interface was ingenious and reliable, and he carried it himself, and the hammer was fixed here.

There were no nail marks, but clips made of vines and sticks of wood, stretching out sheets of papyrus — with work schedules and shift notices.

The blacksmith sat down on the spot, and as long as he raised his head slightly, he could face the bulletin board.

He found that the very middle spot was vacated, solemnly sandwiched by a piece of finely crafted parchment.

Don't look at the blacksmith's figure like a stupid bear, but he often studies various design drawings, and it is not difficult to recognize the text, and at the moment he is reading it word by word with a solemn expression.

Onlookers also came up, and although they knew in advance, they still listened attentively.

"Lord's announcement."

Here's the title.

"The base banquet is scheduled for half a month later, please work diligently for food, there will be a few things to announce at that time."

This is the text.

"Adam White."

This is the payment.

The blacksmith spread his hands and didn't quite understand why they were so excited.

The inhabitants gathered and stared at him with burning eyes.

"Why are you still here?"

"The lord has called the strongholds that can be beaten the most to the back of the high ground."

"Did the lord reveal anything about staying with you last night?"

"I heard that the lord is going to give a reward!"

……

At the moment, behind the heights.

In that cozy courtyard of the future, a roar erupted.

Two wooden sticks broke through the wind and "snapped" in the air.

The crowd is obeying the lord's orders, duel each other to practice skills, ranging from boxing to grappling, and even simulated weapon fighting.

"Suddenly summoned, I thought it would be a reward."

"Dream, do you have anything to be proud of?"

They pressed close to each other, wrestling at a stalemate, and did not forget to joke with each other in private.

Adam moved, pulled a wooden stick wrapped in gauze, and slashed into the battle sideways.

He raised his hand and swiped in a simple and brisk arc, instantly knocking the opponent's weapon away, and then turned and kicked sideways, and the other one also fell on the grass.

"Don't chat, sir."

He stood tall and yelled at the exhausted and slack-conscious guys.

"If there is no passion for wood training, I will issue you with a sword next time, and when the time comes, don't blame me for being too cruel."

The fight on the grass was a little more violent.

There were a dozen of them, and in addition to the cavalry, there were a few young men who had done well in hunting and sweeping.

Adam paced it, occasionally giving instructions based on experience.

【Management Rise】

Although it is not as good as actual combat, I continue to simulate in my heart, and I can draw some skills from it, and I can slowly transform it into my own thing.

[Long Pole Weapon Boost, Two Handed Weapon Boost]

"During the day, you go and train the others. When it's night, come here and improve. I believe in practical teaching, do you have any opinions? ”

Adam distributed excellent war horses and upgraded this group of prisoners to cavalry, just to cultivate the fire and pull up the overall strength of the stronghold.

The training plan is an essential part of this, which lays the foundation for the future expansion of the army.

The lord lingered in it, quite satisfied in his heart.

Occasionally glance at a few guys, and find that the data is slowly improving, and the people who are targeted will shudder and be brave in a short time.

Although the training was boring and unforgiving, there were no complaints, because they were not the worst people......

Adam finished his usual rounds, returned to the outermost part of the world, and stooped down to pass the water.

"Are you alright?"

"Ahem, thanks, thank you."

【Luca Munch】

[Attitude: Swear to follow]

[Qualification: Body 2.0 Intelligence 1.5]

[Specialty: Riding, Inspiration]

Lukka frowned and swallowed cold water, taking the last sip to clean the blood and bile between his teeth.

"Poof!"

He wiped the corners of his mouth, supported him with a stick, and got up again, putting on a fighting stance.

"Grab the dagger."

Adam commanded.

Several braziers have already been lit next to it, illuminating the surroundings.

Everyone could see that Luka's eyes were bruised and swollen, the corners of his mouth were clearly cracked, and his body was shaky but still beating his spirits.

He clenched the cold knife and faced the lord with the baton in his hand—like a great enemy!

"I'll train you alone for half a month. Luca, if you can't hold it, just say it. ”

The other party did not answer, but gritted his teeth and slaughtered, although the action was a little reluctant, but he was full of hard work and did not slack off.

"It's good, the mountain escape gave you courage, you haven't forgotten it."

The baton lunged straight up, slamming into the grip, and with a slight crack of bone, the weapon fell out of his hand.

Adam didn't stop, pulled the other man's arm, elbowed and shouldered, and threw Lukka out, and saw another mouthful of blood.

Hiss –

The sound of sniffing came from all around.

They had never doubted the strength of the lord, so this kind of solo sparring was simply a matter of playing with their lives!

The skills of the cavalrymen are all before they become prisoners, and after years of polishing, there is a gap between them and a country reckless man like Luca.

When I first met, I didn't take him seriously.

But after tonight, they all had a little admiration for this man.

That kind of violent beating, you have to be weak when you watch two rounds, but this guy has been practicing since the evening, but he still has no intention of giving up resistance.

[Luca inspired the team, and the training effect improved]

"Tricks!"

Adam didn't downturn the difficulty because of the note, but still reprimanded him harshly.

"Luca, perseverance increases chances, but you have to learn to take it. Recall every wound and learn from the details. ”

Bang!

Two more hooks.

The scene became more and more solemn, and the onlookers were a little shocked, and the fight became more vigorous.

……

In the middle of the night, a group of strong men with blue noses and swollen faces left from the rear of the stronghold.

"What?"

Sean pushed the obstacle away, his eyes widening.

He looked in amazement at Luca, who was already unconscious on the stretcher.

"Who did it, God, the lord will never spare him!"

Everyone else coughed quietly, not knowing how to answer.

The lord stepped out of the shadows with his coat in hand, and there was no injury in sight except for a slight exhaustion.

There was silence all around, and only Sean was asking what had happened with his eyes.

Adam placed the dagger on Luka's chest, as a reward for his loyalty, and he wanted to try to fill the talent gap and elevate Lukka.

Regardless of whether or not he ends up being classified as a Follower, he will have high hopes for himself.

"You can also make a request for solo practice, whoever can hold out until the banquet starts, I have a choice for him.

He pulled his coat over his shoulders and seemed to let out a chuckle.

"Take your chance, gentlemen."