"No kidding, there's war space gear, there's this armor, by the way, I've heard that you have a perfect level battle axe and a dagger, how can you not afford a blacksmith?" Giroud didn't believe Downton's words at all, "Please, my salary is very small, as long as you give me a set of armor." ”

"I'm not privately armed, what am I raising you for? as a vase?" Downton was angry, the dwarves were too nonsense.

"You're lying, it's not to arm your subordinates, what are you doing with steel claws on them?" Giroud wasn't stupid, he wanted to follow Downton because he thought that in addition to the warrior suit, Downton should have found other high-level suits in the tomb.

After all, according to conventional thinking, a royal tomb that even has the suits used by ordinary soldiers such as 'warriors' must have higher-level suits used by hundreds of people and thousands of people.

Of course, if you think about it further, there may be no other burial goods in the tomb? Just sell some, Downton will probably run out of food and clothing for the rest of his life.

Giroud was tired of working in the mines, and he came to the human realm, not to earn a living, but to hone his forging skills and to challenge the high blacksmiths.

With a wealthy owner, Giroud may have enough money to do forging experiments and more opportunities to forge weapons.

Repairing pickaxes and iron drills every day? Giroud didn't want to waste most of his life on these things.

"I'll think about it, you get the job done first. Downton pinched his eyebrows, a little headache, he didn't expect to meet such a master.

"No, I have to give an answer. Giroud pulled Downton, but he didn't let go, and even threatened, "Otherwise, I'll spread the news that you've found a royal tomb complex." ”

Hear this. Downton's eyes froze, staring at Giroud, and the muscles in his body instantly tensed, about to kill him.

"Well, don't be impulsive. Downton's gaze fell on him, making Giroud feel like he was being targeted by a fierce beast. His hairs stood on end, and he took a few steps back in shock, waving his hand repeatedly, "I'm kidding." ”

Homer opens the space of war, and Jackson walks out with a tomahawk and warrior saber on his back, and a crossbow in his hand, aiming at Giroud's head.

"I have no ill intentions, I really want to be your personal blacksmith. Giroud was in a hurry, sweating profusely. Soaked clothes.

"If you are willing to sign a contract, the master can accept you and give you a large amount of gold coins to forge. Jackson looked at Giroud with a smile and made a suggestion.

The tome opened, and a contract filled with the words of the Demon Flame floated out.

"What's written on it?" Giroud couldn't read, and of course he didn't dare to sign it.

"Death Pact. With Downton's character, he disdains lying, which makes Jackson on the side almost angry.

Giroud's hand shook. A wry smile appeared on his face, and he realized that he was on the spur of the moment. Getting into big trouble, how can a teenager who can casually take out such an esoteric document as a death contract be a simple guy?

"Excuse me, are you really a civilian?" Giroud tried to return the contract, but he didn't dare, and out of the corner of his eye glanced at the crossbow pointed at him.

"Nonsense. Downton was depressed. Walking a little farther away, he lowered his voice and asked, "Homer, what now? If this guy talks nonsense, I will definitely be in trouble in the future." ”

"Sign a ten-year contract. Take him. Homer projected text on the page, "Actually, he is right, you do need a private forger, or even a team, and in the future, if you have a territory and a private army, you will need their help." ”

"Well, but wouldn't ten years be too little?" Downton worried.

"If you don't get the title of duke, don't have a territory, and are afraid that someone else will force Porusna's secret, then you can kill yourself. "The Grimoon hates that iron is not made of steel, "You have a little ambition, okay?"

Downton shrugged his shoulders, indeed, if he didn't have a human appearance in ten years, it was estimated that the Ancient Magic Book would slaughter him angrily.

This time, Homer wrote a ten-year contract in Dwarven language, and all Giroud had to do was to obey Downton unconditionally, keep it secret, and punish him with electric shocks if he broke the contract.

Of course, it states that Downton has no power to restrict Giroud's freedom of life.

"How come you can even speak dwarven language?" Giroud thought it was written by Downton, and was surprised, looking at Downton as if he were looking at a dragon on the ground, "The contract is very fair, but is this salary a little more? a hundred gold coins a month, not even enough to buy drinks!"

"Do you sign it or not?" Downton was annoyed.

"Sign, I'll sign. Giroud bit his finger and quickly wrote down his name, knowing that if he delayed any longer, he would really blow his head off.

"It's not fair, weishenme I'm going to sell myself for the rest of my life, and I don't have a salary?" Jackson was unhappy and viciously intimidated Giroud, "I'm unbalanced right now, I really want to kill you, what do you say?"

Giroud kicked Jackson suddenly, and then ran to Downton's side, "Don't worry, I'm a master blacksmith, and I'm definitely worthy of every copper plate you pay." ”

Downton covered his eyes helplessly, the subordinates he found by himself were all so faceless and skinless?Do you dare not talk big? The dragon is going to blow you to death.

Presumably to show his strength to the new boss, Giroud used the most haode iron and the most haode craftsmanship to forge the steel claws, and when welded to the arm, there was hardly a seam visible.

"The craftsmanship is ok. Downton breathed a sigh of relief and satisfaction that the money was not spent in vain.

"Hehe, where's the ale you promised?" Giroud swallowed, hungry and ready to eat.

"Don't worry, the work isn't done yet. "Now that the contract has been signed, Downton is not worried about leaks, and has released another hundred sets of armor," all of which are installed with steel claws. ”

"And?" Giroud was dumbfounded, "I don't think you found a tomb, an arsenal, right?" but fortunately, you didn't bring out the bed crossbow, catapult or anything, otherwise I would have been suspicious." ”

Downton's expression moved, "Can you fix the bed crossbow?"

"Ah, it can't really be, right?" Giroud asked, quickly speaking, "Of course we will, we are dwarves, and in blacksmithing, we are omnipotent rock hammer dwarves. ”

"No!" Downton rolled his eyes, he still didn't trust Giroud, and when he got along for a while, maybe he would be able to fix it, and besides, he didn't need a heavy equipment like a crossbow right now.

Giroud was disappointed, but he was relieved to think that Downton was now an overseer, and maybe he would climb higher in the future, which is also an investment.

"Press the steel claws, and then polish these armors, remove rust, and apply good maintenance oil. "Downton suddenly realized that it would be nice to have a private blacksmith.

"No problem. "Although the dwarves love to drink and are often drunk, their professional ethics are not bad, and besides, these jobs are very simple.

"By the way, can these be repaired?" Downton released several sets that had been worn by the demon servants.

"What a waste. Giroud pounced, looking at the deformed armor, distressed, "Are you really fighting with them?" ”

"Stop talking nonsense, get it done as soon as possible. Downton didn't expect that there would be an unexpected surprise, so he generously said, "If I am satisfied, I can reward you with a set." ”

Giroud immediately patted his chest and reassured.

"You stay here, watch him, and if there's anything wrong, kill him directly. Downton shouted to Jackson, not afraid of Giroud's heard.

"I'm not going to talk nonsense. Giroud's gaze turned to Jackson, "Are you undead?"

"Master, I don't want to guard the iron furnace, it's too hot. Jackson complained.

"The proposal was dismissed. Downton refused, he had to go into the independent laboratory at night, and instead of leaving Jackson idle, he should spy on Giroud.

"When I was on an adventure in Shijie underground, I killed a lot of dark creatures. Giroud touched his beard and scared Jackson.

The latter's answer was simple, putting the crossbow directly on his head, "Do you believe that I will miss?"

"Oh, there's still work to be done. Giroud diverted the topic, as if he didn't see it, he took the hammer and went to forge the metal, he couldn't afford to provoke such a fierce demon servant.

Jackson was bored and didn't know what to do.

"No wonder the new boss used priceless antique armor to arm his subordinates, it turned out that he had strong financial resources, and it is estimated that even the dragon will be greedy for the full money bag. "Giroud peeked at Jackson and found that the leather armor on his body was also antique, and if memory serves, it was the 'Hundred Warriors' that only centurions were qualified to wear, which was more expensive.

"My lord, are you free for the evening? I would like to treat you to a meal. The steward had been waiting outside, and when he saw Downton come out of the iron furnace room, he immediately ran over.

"Next time, I'll report to the chief later. Downton didn't want to be in vain with the steward, so he made an excuse and brought up the principal.

"Oh, you're busy. The steward's disappointment was palpable.

"By the way, I used some iron......"

"It doesn't matter, you can use it, it's all 'scrap metal'. The steward gave Downton a tacit smile, if it weren't for Downton's short time in office, he would have wanted to give money.

"I'll treat you to dinner tomorrow at noon. "Downton has changed his mind, the steward is very knowledgeable, and he is about to win over a shili, but he can't chill people's hearts.

"No problem, I'll be there. Seeing Downton leaving, the steward restrained his smile, if he wanted to mix in the mine, he had to go left and right, he didn't know if that kid came here, whether he had a Dophink meaning.

"Tomorrow I will start the operation, and I will make the miners who have fallen to Downton's side not even have a bite to eat. Director Gong Ram looked at the room full of subordinates, with a hideous expression, "And inform those kobolds, be ruthless, if you die, I will carry it." ”

The men promised loudly, they understood that the all-out battle had begun, and in less than two weeks, it would be the annual Mine Dark Fighting Tournament, when many big men would come, and if Downton couldn't be done, and if something went wrong, not only Ram would be finished, but everyone would also be unlucky. (To be continued......)