"This blacksmith shop currently has limited production, please come to the ninth day for forging, please buy the spot at your own convenience, and the goods will not be bargained. Aljet muffled.

Although he had already made up his mind to refuse the ninth prince, the teacher also said that he could not offend the royal family. So the best thing he could think of was to pretend to be confused like he was now.

Just treat him as an ordinary guest, and never mention anything else - as long as you don't puncture that layer of window paper, everyone won't hurt if you refuse, right?

Even though the Nine Princes had already come in person, he still had the slightest unrealistic illusion, what if the Nine Princes wanted to test him through a forging mission, just like the one before him?

Wouldn't he be able to make a lot of money and at the same time achieve the goal of refusal?

"You must be the heir of the Guardian of the Kingdom, Lord Algert, please forgive me for taking the liberty of interrupting," Tolkien said as if he didn't understand, still with a gentle smile on his face, and bowed slightly to apologize to Algert, who was obviously angry.

Even when it comes to apologies, the smile on Tolkien's face makes people feel like a spring breeze. He bowed slightly again and said, "Please allow me to formally introduce myself, my name is Tolkien Barak, the current king of the Barak Kingdom, and my father. ”

"It turned out to be His Royal Highness the Ninth Prince," Facing Tolkien, who was not "knowledgeable", Algert could only pretend to have a suddenly realized expression: "I don't know what items Your Highness needs to forge?"

Seeing that Algert's face was still not very good, Tolkien didn't mind, if the name could intimidate this Guardian heir, he was probably in the wrong place.

"It's not forging," he said gently, stroking the back of Gal's head, "I can't hide it, I came here this time to find a suitable teacher for my eldest son, Gal." The eldest son has been powerful since he was a child......"

Gal shuddered unnaturally when he heard Tolkien introduce him to his powers, and he couldn't help but feel a fear of being ruled when he thought of the unusual child in the tavern.

Feeling the eldest son's discomfort, Tolkien didn't think much about it, and continued to smile and say, "I heard that you are knowledgeable and open-minded. The eldest son has been very interested in the field of forging since he was a child, and you are a leader in this field, I wonder if the eldest son has the honor to worship under your door. ”

Here it comes!

Aljet was shocked, and after talking for so long, he finally got to the point.

He pretended to frown, sighed and said, "It's not a secret, it's really unfortunate, I just accepted an apprentice and is practicing in the backyard recently." ”

"Oh?" Tolkien frowned for the first time, and in his intelligence, there was no mention of Algert taking in apprentices. But Aljet didn't look like a liar, and when the two were talking, the backyard was indeed bumpy and loud.

"In that case," he asked with a smile, after a pause, "I wonder if you would have had the pleasure of visiting the blacksmith shop that the Guardians have inherited for generations?"

......

After Algert left, Ari still wielded the hammer with all his might, and in a short period of time, he had wielded nearly one hundred and fifty hammers, half of which was what Aljet requested!

Such a strenuous exercise was a little unbearable with his demonic physical strength, sweat dripping down his forehead and soaking his clothes, but despite this, he still maintained the strength he started with, and every hammer was as hard as he could!

It's not that Eri's consciousness is high, it's that a belief that rises in his heart is silently supporting him - since he has decided to do it, he must not give up halfway!

He paused for a moment to catch his breath. Then he saw the fruits of his labor and smiled with satisfaction.

The ground in the backyard, which was originally fairly level, has smashed out more than 150 soil pits, but this only occupies a small half of the backyard.

His goal is to make it impossible to find a complete place in the backyard! If 300 hammers don't work, he will practice! If you can't add 50 hammers, you will add 100 hammers, and if 100 hammers can't work, you will have 200 hammers!

He believes in a saying, there is no road in the world, and when there are more people walking, there is a road. There are no pits in the world, and there are too many smashes - and the yard will be destroyed!

With the belief that he must block Aljet, Ari sweated profusely.

......

"The blacksmith is going to be renovated during this time, so the old fence equipment has to be demolished, and it may be a bit of ......a mess," Algert said back to Tolkien, with a smile on his face. The matter of apprenticeship and apprenticeship passed plainly, and he admired his wisdom a little.

"What a complete transformation!" said Tolkien, looking at the ground where he couldn't find a foothold.

"The main thing is that it was too ...... before," Algert said with a smile, then turned back and looked at the unfamiliar courtyard, and couldn't help but be stunned.

His gaze moved from the pits one by one to the pit, and fell on the small figure who was still "struggling".

Ari didn't seem to notice it, and kept repeating the action of charging, raising the hammer, and smashing. Every hammer is real, every hammer is implemented!

"Ai... Ray!" Algert struggled to squeeze the words out of his teeth with fire in his eyes.

"Teacher......!" Ari looked surprised, jumped in front of Aljet with a hammer, glanced at Tolkien and Garr, and then said excitedly: "Teacher, I still have fifty hammers to complete the task!

Algert followed his fingers, and his gaze turned to those holes again, one deeper than the other, and indeed it was not something that lazy people could smash out! However, the anger in his heart reached a whole new height! However, he thought that Tolkien was still on the side, and he couldn't help but grit his teeth and praise: "Not bad!"

"Then teacher, I'll continue...... Going to train?" Ari asked, seemingly unaware of Aljet's anger, grinning and tilting his head.

"Go ahead. Algert stared at him for a long time before he spat out the two words.

"Yes!" said Ari, picking up his hammer excitedly. Shaking his head, he carefully searched for the places that were not completely smashed.

Bang! Ari hit the ground with a hammer, and there was an extra pit in the ground! Bang! another hammer landed......

As Ari slammed his hammer on the ground, Aljet suddenly felt a pain in his chest, and every muffled sound seemed to hit his chest, and it hurt!

Seeing Ari's wanton destruction there, he suddenly regretted it, was the decision to take Ari as an apprentice really right?

However, Tolkien is still by his side, and the ugliness of the family cannot be publicized, and Eri's affairs can only wait to be resolved. After taking a few deep breaths, he turned around and barely squeezed out a smile and said, "That's the Disciple Eri!"