The next day, two full bags of golden dragons were delivered in the envious and adoring eyes of the servants.

Jones flipped the gray cloth bag, and the gold coins inside made a pleasant crashing sound, causing the servant next to him to swallow a large gulp.

"I'm pretty rich, aren't I?" he said, a little smugly.

"Yes, my lord, this is all your bravery. The servant said flatteringly.

"That's a good point, it's reward," Jones said cheerfully, and then searched all over his body, but he couldn't find a single copper plate or silver coin.

He looked at the servant whose eyes were shining, so he had to pat his head and said embarrassedly, "Ah, you see I don't even have any money in my body, next time, next time." ”

After speaking, holding two bags of golden dragons, he walked out with a clanging sound.

Only the stunned servants were left.

......

"There will never be too many golden dragons. ”

In Winterfell, Jones strode ahead, his cloak made of seal skin raised tall, and the thin Joaquin followed him happily and tormentedly with the golden dragon, the gold coin was very beautiful, but unfortunately it was not his own.

Ti Mei and the people of the Scorching Department were more like dedicated guards, carefully looking around, as if they were ready to tear apart the guy who came to grab the gold coins.

Jones then said loudly, "I'll go to the blacksmith later, and I'll buy whatever you want." ”

"Long live the adults!"

"Long live the adults!"

Everyone in the Scorching Department shouted excitedly, everyone was in a hurry before, plus Jones had no money, and the weapons were not very configured, let alone armor and shields, now they can choose at will, so they are naturally very excited.

"Lord Amber. ”

When passing through the city square, when the oncoming group of soldiers saw the leader Jones, most of them would shout respectfully, whether they were true or not.

However, there are not a few people who whisper after Jones leaves, and they will even quarrel over who is the first knight in the north.

Then Jones and the others turned into a muddy alley, where a large group of ragged, barefoot children about Bran's age, gesturing to and fro with sticks, screaming strangely.

Seeing a group of people coming menacingly, he immediately flashed to the side.

"Little fox, do you know who the leader is just now?"

"Of course I ...... Of course I do. He was Master Harris, the head of the Stark family's guard. ”

"He's so imposing, and I'm going to be the chief of the guard when I grow up. ”

"It's just you, it's a blessing from the gods that you can become a knight's squire. ”

"Begging for a fight, look at the gun!"

"Who is afraid of whom. ”

So, the little boys took the sticks and gestured again.

Along the way, you will pass freelancers haggling for armor and gray-haired blacksmiths selling all sorts of old iron knives in wagons.

Jones didn't bother to look at this, and the people of the Scorching Department swept the sharp sword hanging on the side of the road, and threw it back casually, this kind of weapon made of rough pig iron was said to be the worst.

Eventually, they came to a huge house made of stone, the best ironwork in Winterfell.

The two gates of the house are made of ebony wood, and a hunting picture is depicted on them, and a pair of stone-carved knights stand guard on either side of the entrance, draped in whimsical red steel armor, and the helmet is in the form of a running wolf.

Probably hearing the sound of the golden dragon colliding, the owner of the house came out with a "boom", with a smile on his face, busy bowing, and after seeing the badge on Jones's body, he hurriedly said, "Quickly pour wine for Lord Amber." ”

Jones waved his hand, "You can see too, I'm here with a lot of golden dragons, you hurry up and bring out the best things." Of course, if you lie to me, it will be better, I can directly cut off your head, so that you don't have to pay for a golden dragon. ”

"Don't dare, don't dare. ”

The owner of the house said flatteringly, "Please sit down and make this your own home." My shop is so famous in Winterfell that you'll never find one like ours. Hit a piece of armor and a long sword or something, any country blacksmith will do. But what we made was used by the real nobles, and even the Stark lords often came to me. ”

"The Ember family's coat of arms is a roaring giant with broken chains, right? I can help you forge a pair of armor with silver chains to keep it unique. ”

Jones was speechless when he heard this, this guy thought of himself as one of those nobles who liked flashy things, but there were many such people, and I heard that the helmet of the late king's brother Ranley Baratheon was made of gold.

Seeing that Jones didn't mention the slightest interest, the owner of the house hurriedly added, "If Lord Amber doesn't like it, I still have tungsten steel, although it can't compare to Valyrian steel, but it is definitely the top thing, and if you can find someone who can spell in the future, you can engrave a charm on it." ”

"You would be able to say, which magic armor with spells now has not been passed down for thousands of years, and how can there be people who can spell. Jones continued, "Valyrian steel is truly legendary, sharper than any steel, do you?"

"My lord laughed, Valyrian steel can only be forged by the free city-state of Kohor on the opposite continent, and the Valyrian steel in the Westeros continent is inherited by the nobles, of course, there is no sale. ”

"Yes. Jones nodded, and he just asked.

He had also learned about this magic in the school, and when he was in the Free City-State, he wrote some books about the crafting techniques of Kohor, and was publicly whipped and kicked out of the city three times for asking too many questions, and the last time he was accused of stealing a tile steel weapon and had one of his hands cut off.

The method of forging Valyrian steel is also an unsolved mystery in the school city.

"What do you think, my lord?" asked the owner in a low voice.

"Alright, you can take me to see it!" Jones said, getting up.

The owner of the house immediately led Jones out the back door, through a narrow courtyard, into the spacious stone barn, where the actual work of the blacksmith shop took place. As soon as the weapon master opened the door, a stream of hot air gushed out, and everyone seemed to be about to step into the mouth of the fire dragon.

There was a roaring forge around every corner, and the air was filled with the smell of smoke and sulfur, but Jones liked the smell of sulfur at this time.

The blacksmith foreman glanced up, and before he had time to wipe the beads of sweat from his forehead, he continued to wield the hammer and pliers.

The shirtless apprentices continued to work hard to stir up the stove.

There were various materials piled up in the center, and the owner of the house pointed to a black and ugly thing, "This is tungsten steel, which is extremely difficult to melt, and the hardness is extremely high, even arrows made of stainless steel cannot penetrate it, and as for the disadvantages, it is expensive and heavy." ”

Jones kicked it with his foot, and the density of this thing was indeed very high.

"It's a good thing, you let them stop what they are doing, you also know that I am going south with the young wolf lord soon, but there is not much time to spend with you. Jones pointed to the blacksmiths, "And I want not only armor, but also a heavy sword."

"Yes, yes!" said the master of the house, nodding hurriedly, and then all the blacksmiths were in motion, and the apprentices were working harder to stir up the windmills.

As for Jones, he was very excited about the environment, and the blood flow rate involuntarily increased, so he stayed for the sake of supervision.

After trying on one pair of armor after another, most of the people of the Scorching Division chose light chain mail and long, sharp knives, which cost Jones eighty gold dragons.

The cost of Jones's tungsten steel armor and heavy sword depends on the final amount of materials, but the preliminary estimate is not less than three hundred gold dragons.

Because tungsten steel had been tempered before, and the craftsmen had worked hard to make the armor and heavy sword take shape that night, Jones did a constant effort to have the blacksmiths thicken the armor and the longsword to be widened and thickened.

The owner of the house and the blacksmith had to patiently explain to his "indiscriminate command", "Lord Amber, the sword cannot be wielded so heavy, and even if it is, it will not be long before it is wielded. ”

"The armor can't be thicker, and you can't move anymore. ”

That's true, but Jones knows that he can use it when his blood explodes. Usually he doesn't have to fight, he can also use it to exercise when he's heavier, and if he trains his muscles like Jon, his strength can definitely increase by several percent.

"You can do it with peace of mind, and you don't have to worry about the rest. ”

"My lord, it's really not good, it's too thick to roll up at that time. The owner of the house said with a bitter face.

"Then you find a way to make it roll. Jones gave Timme a look, and the latter took out the steel knife he had just bought, placed it on the owner's neck, and stared at the owner with his one-eyed prey.

"You can roll, you must be able to roll!" cried the owner of the house, crying.

So, the blacksmiths beat harder, as if to vent the resentment in their hearts, "Seven layers of hell, I met a fool today." ”

......

"Well done. ”

Jones looked at the black helmet mask that had just been quenched, and there was an angry and terrifying expression on the mask, which was very delicate, and a child would definitely cry when he saw it.

Even the mask is so finely made, so you don't have to worry about the rest of the armor.

In particular, the heavy sword made of tungsten steel, with the hilt, is more than two meters long, no shorter than a spear, nearly a foot wide, and the blade is as wide as a finger on both sides, I believe it can split anything.

When all the parts had been quenched, and the craftsmen were about to take them for fine polishing, Jones stopped them.

"I have other materials to add, you guys go out first. He commanded.

The owner of the house wanted to say something again, but after seeing Timei's cold eyes, he swallowed back what he was about to say.

......

After sending all the people away.

Jones put his hands in the forge, the flames tumbling far more than he had ever touched, and then he felt as if his blood was flowing faster, and his heart beat beyond the limit of his previous rage.

It didn't take long for this ascension to stop.

"The upper limit of the bloodline's strength seems to be determined by the strength of the flames. Jones muttered to himself.

Then, he fished out the tungsten steel heavy sword that had been quenched from the black oil, estimated his current violent strength, and increased it by fifty percent, reaching as much as two and a half times his usual strength.

But even so, the tungsten steel heavy sword was just able to swing it with one hand.

"It seems that I still have to exercise well in the future, so I don't know if this armor can be worn. ”