"Uh," Memi, who had been muttering under her breath and praying to her goddess for a healing spell, suddenly uttered a strange and loud syllable, and when everyone looked at her, Frow's priest instinctively backed back, but it was evident that she was no longer so nervous, or that at last her curiosity had overtaken her jealousy, and after a brief hesitation, she decided to raise her own question—she licked her lips unconsciously before speaking again: "But you said before that you wanted to be a blacksmith," she pointed out honestly: But if, as you say, ordinary steel rusts as soon as it passes through your hands, how can you make a living from this profession?"

Berdwin froze.

The former Knight of Tyre swore that he had never thought of this problem—for a knight who could gain Tyre's favor was either favored by the lord or valued by the king, and rarely ended up in a bleak end where he had to earn a living by his own strength and hands— Generally speaking, it is only the ordinary knights who will be in need of this, they will often lose the armor and horses that they have exchanged for their land and property as collateral in tournaments or wars, and if they do not get a little compensation from others, then they will be greeted with nothing but destitute and miserable, and they must take up another profession that does not require armor and horses to fill the empty stomachs of themselves and their families, and their most common choice is to become a blacksmith.

The blacksmith's most important income does not come from the farmer's hoe and pot, as we mistakenly think. Few peasants could afford an iron hoe, plowshare, or rake, and iron pots were only seen on the stoves of the stewards, and the poor and slaves could use stone pots or clay pots. Therefore, the blacksmith's greatest customers are none other than knights and soldiers—the tip of the soldier's spear is iron, the horse's four hooves must be pierced with iron palms, not to mention the knight's chain mail and armor, and of course the helmet is also indispensable. What about the iron fittings of the crossbow, the arrowheads, the daggers, the broadswords, the daggers that knights used for their meals, need to be made of the best iron, and what blacksmith knows their hearts and needs better than someone who has been a knight? thinner, thicker, how to deal with the joints, how much distance should be left between the rivets and the edges? The length of the sword is related to the height of the user's arm? Should the carved pattern be as deep as one or two millimeters in order to withstand long-term wear and tear without affecting the firmness of the armor?

Some people say that a good knight does not necessarily make a good blacksmith, and a blacksmith must be a good knight, which is a bit of an exaggeration, but Berdwin knows it. Some old blacksmiths do know more about weapons and armor than many knights, and some knights value name over substance.

One of Baldwin's friends was a brave and warlike man who had to quit the army after being robbed of six toes and three fingers by the once-in-a-century cold - he had a fiefdom as small as a button, but because he was reluctant to leave Castle Thunder, he gave it to someone else, he married a wife in Castle Thunder, had children, and opened a blacksmith shop, especially skilled in crafting broadswords and triangular arrowheads...... Baldwin didn't know if he was still alive or if he had died in the stench and greedy tunnel.

No one knew who made the first chuckle, but Kerry followed suit. Then there was Meemy, then there was Berdwin himself, who laughed as he threw the branches that had been dried by the flame into the fire, and finally the thief Glenn. He crossed his arms and crossed his knees, a smile that twisted the corners of his mouth, a little uncomfortable. But it's a smile, yes.

It's a bit embarrassing, especially for Berdwin, but it's not bad. At least for the time being, it drives away the unspeakable sadness, the depression, or the fear of an unpredictable future.

With the help of the magic horse, they left the Norman royal capital and their pursuers far behind—about three hundred miles away, Kerry motioned for them to stop, and Cremar tore open the scroll and cast a teleportation spell that teleported them to a random place within a hundred miles, and luckily they were not teleported in the direction of the royal capital, but landed in an inaccessible valley, and then they continued to follow Kerribben's instructions to ride the magic horse all the way until the magic hidden in the obsidian statue was exhausted— Because of the spell that can find the location of the teleportation, this way of traveling may seem tedious and useless, but it is the safest and safest.

At last they came to a brook, and at the end of the stream was a village, and it was not very suitable for a sudden appearance like Baldwin, Memmy, and Glenn now, and they all decided to rest in the little woods before making arrangements.

"Shall we go into the village?" asked Memy uneasily, grabbing her cloak - the elf ranger had taken out the dimensional bag, the elven cloak was impeccable in beauty and toughness, but it was not very warm - the elves could keenly catch the warmth and chill of a feather or a drop of water, but they were also able to withstand the scorching sun and sharp cold currents, so the requirements for this were not so high, and the cloak gave me more comfort than its practical value.

"It won't be that fast. The Ranger said that as a follower of Su Lun, a kind and powerful ranger, Kerry had received many bounty papers, "The bounty papers would first be handed over to the lords and consuls, who would send heralds to inform their knights of the news, and then the knights or stewards would ride horses, or mules would run from village to village—to read the contents of the documents to the villagers, a process that would take at least ten days or more." ”

"Who will be in the bounty papers?" asked Gülen, his eyes glinting elusively in the firelight.

"If it weren't for you," said Memi without thinking, "you'd run away alone, wouldn't you?"

The thief slapped her.

Birdwin stood up, and Kerry unhappily put his hands on his "Starlight" and "Silver Crown", and Cremar, who was spinning the grilled fish, was startled, and the fish fell into the fire, splashing a red spark.

"Don't be too nervous," said Glenn, smiling contemptuously, as a snake stares at a bird trapped in its nest, "I have no ill will towards her," he said, "on the contrary, I saved her, before you—I beat you," he said to Memy, "just to remind you that you are not smart." So don't play tricks that only smart people can play – you can use your head and other places...... He," he said, glancing at Birdwin, "or they flatter, but don't try to take advantage of me, I'm the leader of a branch of the Thieves' Guild, and I can't stop anyone from killing you, or do you think one of them is willing to guard a Flo's priest forever?"

Mei Mi's face was pale, and the thief's moment was merciless, her mouth was full of blood, and she lost a tooth.

"I will. Berdwin said.

Even Cremar turned his head to look at him in surprise.

"I will. "I'll keep her under my protection, thief, and don't let me see it a second time, or my broadsword will cut off your hand first." ”

"I have to thank you for not cutting off my head?" Glenn stood up, his hands on his waist, "You may have to find the sword and knife you can use first." ”

With that, he walked out.

"Will he betray us?" asked Memmes, cowering, nervously tugging at the corners of his cloak, "Will he go to the lord here...... Say something?"

"He won't," Cremar said, and Baldwin was upset with Gülen. Meimi made Cremar feel very uncomfortable: "I'll go look for him." He said, pulling on his cloak and walking out of the cave.

Kerry Ben watched him walk out, sighing and picking up the scorching fish from the fire, which had long since become black charcoal. "Even for his own sake," he said mildly, "Gülen wouldn't do that—the only two people on the bounty would be him and Baldwin, and maybe you, but Cremar and I wouldn't do that—and he wouldn't forgive Gülen for betraying us." In fact, he already knew that Gülen was not the murderer of his son, but he didn't want to admit that he had made a mistake and was stupidly deceived. Although he may come up with several times as many gold coins in exchange for the life of the real murderer in the future, it will only be Gülen who will kill his son, and Gülen knows this very well, and he will not throw himself into the net. ”

- I'm glad you're not too stupid, said the lich.

——？

- The greedy and idiot Reverend Flo, said the lich, I'm worried that you'll be drained of what little brains you have left with her - that's what she's missing, after all.

- Ha, said the soul of the other world.

- You perceive that she's constantly calculating you, and she's trying to get rid of Gülen because he's just a threat to her.

- But Glenn did save her, the soul of the other world said sadly. Birdwin's attention was almost all on Birdwin, but he also saw where Memmy and the thieves were, apparently to avoid the goblin lizards, which he knew from Kerry Ben that were able to navigate the rocks and corrupt the living creatures with the venom in their mouths, so that they could die as quickly as possible for them to feast on— The priest alone could never climb up that place, she couldn't even get down by herself, and on the way out of the royal capital, it was none other than a thief who took her with limited mobility.

- Reverend Flo is ungrateful for what she does best, and she may be complaining that thieves ruined her plans.

- Plans?

- The gods are above, and Flo is above, and the lich said sarcastically, don't you realize?

The otherworldly soul opened its mouth wide in the sea of consciousness.

- Oh my God, he said seriously, where did she find her free time and energy!?

- I'm also curious, the lich said, if you have the chance, please help me keep her head, I'll cut it open to see how it differs from the others.

Then they heard the thieves' cries.

Cremar immediately rushed over, and he found the thief under the butt of a brown bear.

Their current home was given up by the brown bear, and after a winter's torment, the mother bear with the cub was in dire need of plenty of food, and the elven ranger talked to her many times—he was not a druid, and the symbiosis was a henchman, and he was only a little better than a human in this respect—and after enduring several loud roars and clumsy threats, they finally reached a preliminary compromise— The brown bear took the cub to live in the woods, the elves sent branches and vines, and they produced sweet and juicy fruits and berries, and a decaying pine tree was filled with mushrooms and fungus as large as the palm of a hand, and Cremar cast a spell to catch nearly a hundred fat fish from a small, dark and cold lake—the fish they ate came from, and Birdwin borrowed the elven's bow and arrows to shoot a beehive high in the middle of the cliff—and the humans and elves had an oval cave that was only borrowed for a day and a night.

Perhaps because the thief was just sitting on the sidelines, the brown bear remembered the human, and when he stared at a flock of wild ducks resting in the grass by the stream, and wanted to get himself a roast duck with oil, the she-bear followed him, believing that the prey caught by the human was also one of its rents, and when the thief was about to go back with a few ducks, the angry mother jumped out without warning, and slapped him to the ground with one palm, and sat on top of him.

The elf, who arrived after Cremar, laughed and cried, and he gave the duck to the she-bear, and it took a lot of effort to get the thief out of her ass.

The thief grimaced the healing potion from Cremar, his ribs creaking as they healed.

"Alright," said the black-haired spellcaster, smiling, "do you still want to eat ducks?" I can get you one. "The ducks have been scared away, but a spellcaster is always a little tricky.

"Leave them to the bear!" said the thief viciously, and then uttered a very rude and vicious code word that circulated only among the thieves, which Cremar did not understand, and the Elven Ranger rolled his eyes in a rare way.

They returned to the cave, where Berdwin sat by the fire, not so surprised by the thief's return, and gave the thief a bottle of winter wine, which was also given to him by Kerry, and the perpetrator, the priest of Flo, had already hidden behind him in a cloak, curled up and motionless, and Cremar did not know if she was asleep or deliberately dodging.

Glenn the thief returned to the fire and sat down, "Who's on guard?"

"Me. Carey Ben said.

"I'll come back and take your place. The thief said.

"And me. Berdwin said.

"Don't," said the thief, "I don't want someone who wants to cut off my hand or head to keep me safe." ”

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Author's Note - Well, although I created this bizarre team, I'm really worried that they will hit the head of the pig at any time...... (⊙_⊙)b (To be continued......)

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