"Don't let me down again."

The sound of the Count's footsteps echoed in the distance—the figures in the hallway faded away, and soon disappeared into the spiral staircase at the end.

It is a wooden and stone building on the manor with green vines. Most of the time, the study served as the office of the tax collector, Cole, and in addition to this position, he also served as the steward of the estate.

Clapping his hands, two maids soon walked in and collected the fruits and snacks from the tray.

Moments later, only Cole and Stanley, the leader of the Bobcat Mercenary Regiment, were left in the study.

The two looked at each other, and then quickly separated.

"Lord Stanley, it seems that Lord Earl still trusts you."

"It's a nice day."

Stanley looked at him left and right, but did not answer—and then hurried out of his study.

Cole and the leader of the mercenary group, the relationship between the two in private is far from harmonious. If it weren't for business, the two would never have crossed paths much.

In response to this situation, the tax officer Cole only smiled slightly, and he crouched down and began to sort through the official documents that had fallen on the floor.

At all times, he was meticulous in his work—which is why he was regarded as a confidant by the Earl, in addition to the relationship between the two sides.

Unfortunately, the Earl's faults were many: he was short-tempered, hard-tempered, and disliked the intelligence of his men...... Therefore, in many cases, it is more appropriate to hide clumsiness and sell stupidity. Mr. Stanley, too, seemed to know this very well.

Fortunately, the Earl still had a relatively normal mind—Cole picked up the piece of paper and stared at the lines of small print.

The content of the court meeting.

This is an obvious conspiracy - the three powerful counts of Northland Norgo are not subordinate to each other and check and balance each other, and they originally maintain a delicate balance of power between them, but the scheming majesty in the court is using marriage to break the balance of power.

The Earl doesn't have a good way to deal with it right now.

That's why he's so angry about it—at this time, he's probably venting at that new pretty maid in the dark basement, right?

Cole guessed the Earl's whereabouts, and he struck a flint and burned the paper in his hand to ashes.

……

It was late afternoon when Gross and his companions returned to the town from the Silver Leaf Forest.

The sunlight reflects dappled and swaying figures from the shade on both sides of the street. At this time, the silver leaf town has returned to the usual busy scene, and even compared with the past, the flow of people shuttling through the streets seems to have become more crowded.

Half an hour later, Gross and his party came from outside the town to Pine Cone Lane.

Bona's blacksmith shop.

The familiar laid-back tone, but there were a lot more customers in the blacksmith shop than there were last night—seeing Gross's tattered armor, Bona suddenly put down the knightly novel in her hand, and showed a wary look.

"Are you coming to return the goods?"

Bona suddenly lowered her voice, and she asked as she covered one side of her cheek with the cover of "Brave Riders and Dragons".

Gross nodded quickly - he had never known that Bona's blacksmith shop was so good, and that the goods sold could be used up and exchanged, and he wondered if the world had gone wrong compared to the original game, and that the aboriginal merchants had become a lot more generous.

However, he soon saw Bona's face collapse. She was a woman whose real age was hard to discern, and at this moment, the shallow dimples of the smile on her face disappeared, and her expression quickly became cold and unceremonious:

"Once the products are sold, they will not be returned or exchanged."

All right! It seems that he was really thinking too much - but Gross didn't come to Pine Cone Lane for this purpose. His package was filled with the [Frostwolf King's Sharp Teeth], and he had only come to make that superior weapon, the [Frost Sword].

Four iron ingots, then frost wolves—

On the way back from the Silverleaf Forest, Gross was lucky enough to encounter a pack of frostwolves. This kind of beast with only civilian-level strength was not a problem at all for their core five-person team, and after he, Oliver, and Levine each killed a large adult frost wolf with their hands and feet, the eight wolves needed to build the [Frost Sword] were ready.

So, they chose to go straight to Bona's blacksmith's shop.

And in the process of slaughtering the frost wolf, the bandit leader who has rubbed the experience points because of the team mode has been promoted to LV11, and he only needs to be upgraded to another level, and he can equip that weapon -

This is exactly the maximum amount of experience he can gain from hunting ordinary beasts at his current level. According to the in-game setting, as the level increases, the experience points gained from killing relatively low-level targets will gradually decay until they reach zero. Therefore, there is no such weird thing as "killing chickens and dogs and then becoming a sword master" in the game.

Gross was almost impatient, and after making his intentions, he saw that Bona had a professional smile on her face - a good service attitude for business.

It's just that when she says the details of the construction costs, such as the cost of materials, labor, iron furnace fuel, business income tax, value-added tax, and so on, you can instantly see that the bandit leader is a little stunned - he still has sixty-three raels and some fragmentary sols in his money bag, the latter is a fraction and can be ignored for the time being, but Bona seems to know his family background very well, including the provision of iron ingots, and the service price of sixty-two raels is offered.

Why is it so expensive?

Because this is a [Superior] weapon.

Gross finally hated himself - in "Discord", there is a sub-job such as a life profession, and the [blacksmith] profession is also one of them, but at the moment he has not mastered any of the sub-professions.

It also made his purse pay a terrible price for it.

Reluctantly, he picked up the purse and poured out a large handful of Rael—the glittering silver coins still had his body temperature remaining, and they were skilfully stored by Bona into the drawer behind the counter, as if he were afraid that he, the customer, would suddenly regret it.

The workshop in the blacksmith began to clange. Ten minutes later, a long sword with a faint blue glow was freshly baked with the steaming heat of the quenching.

He took the sword from the blacksmith's hand.

Frost Sword (Gear Level Required: LV12)

Base Attack 31-41;

Bonus Strength 2.5, Dexterity 3.7, Constitution 2.0;

[Chill]: Each melee physical attack has a 15% chance to reduce the target's movement speed and attack speed by 20%, and the effect cannot be stacked.

Unlike player-crafted items, Aboriginal weapons and equipment are always standard stats, and there is no possibility of additional stats being increased.

Still, Gross was already satisfied.

"I want to issue an invoice." He couldn't help but shout.

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Thank you again for the 1500 points reward ╰( ̄▽ ̄)╮ first update, make up for yesterday's, and the two more should be in the evening.