The breeze was gentle, and the flying flew in circles in the air, and the wings whirred.

Alvin crouched on the ground, brushed aside the weeds, revealing the small basket that covered it, and took out a piece of pitch black ink in his left hand and a piece of reddish-brown in his right hand, and looked at it for a long time.

The blacksmith's moan, "Lift me up, tap", the sound of an urgent cleaning, Chuck whispered that Alwyn was the new lord and the tavern's magical healing.

After saying that, they came out and stood quietly behind them with the guards, waiting for Alwin's orders, but Alvin didn't look at the two of them at all, he was all focused on the two things in his palm, his future:

Coal!

Iron!

There is no shortage of resources for development.

This is the era of farming, arable land is still the foundation of people's survival, like Nansha Ling, a piece of floating sand, can only grow some weeds, and the place where no crops grow is wild land.

However, this is not the case for Alwin, the commodity society of the "dead" time, but resources are king, and where there are resources, they are rich and beautiful.

In this era, the most important resource is: iron!

Iron is the fighting power of soldiers, and iron is the productivity of farmers.

It is a strategic resource, and once a monopoly on salt and iron could meet half of the finances.

Now he found coal and iron, and the knight's sword, his armor, the tip of his spear, and his arrow, and even the iron palm of his horse's hooves and the jack gate of the city gate were all in place.

If you make a fortune, you will have capital to expand your territory.

"Let's go, let's go in. Alvin stood up and clapped his hands.

"Yes, sir. The very stout young guy Geiger said very respectfully.

"Your Excellency Lord has arrived, and the blacksmith Golov has lost his welcome, a capital crime, a capital crime. The middle-aged man on the bed straightened up against the wall.

He was dressed in well-suited muscles, a rudimentary coat, and one leg was wearing black pants that were only as long as a calf, and the small holes of Mars were densely packed.

He had been wounded for some time, his face was pale, and he looked a little weak, and the wound he had bandaged for some time was far worse than the skill of a tailor for the arrow, and the blacksmith untied the rags like gaiters, revealing the wounds, and the wounds were red and swollen and suppurated, and some herbs were applied, black and dirty, but it did not work.

"Don't move," Alvin said mildly, "you're welcome. ”

"The house is too dirty and messy, there are dirty feet and eyes of the lord, and this dog's legs will stain the lord's hands, please forgive me. ”

The blacksmith was willing to speak in a low voice, also because Alwyn was able to save him.

The legs rested on a wooden basin and washed with water, revealing mottled scars and red and swollen patches," said the old witch Sabina of the herb shop, 'the bone was slightly cracked and almost broken', and she was lucky enough. ”

"I'm even luckier to meet my lord. Chuck, the little bartender, said.

"No, I'll find out later. Alvin sat on a small stool in front of him, looking at the scarred stinky legs of the blacksmith Golov.

"How did you get hurt?"

"The force was too great, and the hammer was off. ”

"Meteor hammer, and it's the kind with a lot of thorns. ”

Chuck couldn't help but laugh, the blacksmith father and son, his face flushed, and his eyes flashed as he looked at the young lord.

"Shhh

The two guards curled the corners of their mouths slightly, looking at the castle and tavern with similar incredulity and shock, and then incoherent gratitude.

"The blacksmith has to be a porter, especially with some iron ore and coal, but it is a bit overkill, don't you want to strike iron?"

The two guards, with mocking faces and easy jokes, put their hands on the hilt of their swords, their eyes became serious. Chuck inexplicably sensed a sense of tension. Overjoyed, a blacksmith father and son, who were vigorously saying words of gratitude, suddenly stopped and stopped talking.

The blacksmith shrank back into the bed, his face turned to the side, speechless, as if Alvin had punched him.

Coal is good to say, it is located in the south, there is basically no need for coal, and there are trees at the foot of the mountain, if it is for making a fire and cooking, it is enough to chop firewood.

However, iron ore is not good, a piece of iron ore and a copper, every territory is strongly controlled, stealing the lord's iron ore is a big crime, and the duke of Bowang next door even hangs such a person after parading it in the street, and the corpse is violent for three days.

Previously, it was a borderland, but now it has been caught by the lord who came to the door to cure his legs.

The blacksmith saw the young lord squatting at the door looking at the iron ore and coal in the basket, and he had a sense of foreboding in his heart, which was not intended to quibble.

"Thank you, Lord Lord, for your kindness. It took a long time for the blacksmith to turn his neck stiffly. Things were already bad, but as a simple native, he still wanted to maintain a minimum of politeness.

"Well, the facts are clear, that iron ore ......."

“...... I did the whole thing alone. "The blacksmith is unequivocal.

"No, Father......"

Alvin laughed, "...... Including carrying you back, your leg is not lightly injured, and you can't move at all. The blacksmith father and son's face was gloomy, "Baron Ben, I can see your past, and I can also arrange the future ...... of the blacksmith shop."

"I did it alone. The blacksmith straightened up, stared at the young lord and said, "One person does the same thing, and if you want to kill or chop, listen to it." ”

"Father......" Geiger choked.

“...... Shut up!" the blacksmith reprimanded his son, puffed up his chest, and met the young lord's gaze, "I climbed out of my own and met my son at the foot of the mountain. ”

In fact, just as Alwin had predicted, the leg injury was caused by a boulder falling off and falling down on him when the father and son were carrying the iron ore out of the tunnel, crushing one leg, and if it weren't for the son's strength to push the stone away and carry him back, he would have had to lie there and wait for death.

Elwin smiled lightly and said, "Okay, the master believes it. How far is the pit from here?"

The blacksmith sighed, felt that the dust had fallen, and was a little resigned to his fate, and replied neatly: "In a canyon, set off in the morning, come back before the lamp, and go back and forth a day." ”

"There's a way?"

"There are no roads, the mountains are rocky, overgrown with weeds, it is very difficult to walk, and when it rains, the canyon floods. ”

"Can only carry a hunchback on your shoulder?" Alwyn said softly.

"Well," said the blacksmith, "and it hurts tools, especially wooden ones." ”

"That's it, the most useful tool is people. Alvin nodded and looked at the blacksmith, "It's okay, we can work together, you're busy." ”

The blacksmith misunderstood: "Please punish the baron, and let me stay in the mine for the rest of my life, without complaint." Also, thank you, for your kindness. ”

"Oh," Alvin said with a smile, "it's better to have a blacksmith mine, it's better for a blacksmith to stay in the blacksmith shop, and we still have a lot to work on, such as ...... Striking iron. ”

"Cooperate, strike iron!" the blacksmith repeated.

"Otherwise, cooperate to steal my own mine? You lead the way, and I carry the stones?"

The two guards sneered with disdain at their swords, and the two teenagers, realizing that the danger was over, bowed their lips and smiled.

For a moment, the blacksmith's head still didn't turn around, he couldn't understand what was happening, and his eyes were glazed: "It's good to be punished in the blacksmith shop, and I promise not to run." ”

Alvin chuckled lightly and said lightly: "The previous matter is written off, and Baron Ben will not be held accountable." We can talk about building roads, digging iron mines, expanding the size of the blacksmith shop, making more money, and living a better life, isn't that a future?"

"My lord, the future of the blacksmith shop that I said at the beginning...... Refers to...... This?"

Alvin shrugged his shoulders: "Are you going to cure you and kill you again?"