Ota glanced at it, and although he felt the oppression of their momentum, he didn't have any sense of fear, and walked over. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

One after another, their eyes were focused on his calm face, and there was no trace of timidity, which made those sergeants feel a great sense of frustration, accustomed to seeing cowering faces, but today this young man had a feeling that people could not see the depths.

When he was about to knock at the red wooden door, the sergeant standing by the door raised his hand to stop him and said, "Duke Hans is greeting, please wait." ”

Nodding, Ota stood still, staring at the wooden door without squinting.

There was no sound coming from the door, and Ota waited patiently.

Five minutes, ten minutes, twenty minutes......

When he swept over the sergeant who had stopped him just now, he unexpectedly found that there was a slight smile in his eyes like a successful conspiracy.

Otta's anger suddenly ignited again, and today he has been repeatedly harassed, and he can't stand it even if he is a clay man, not to mention that Ota is still the deputy instructor who has killed the witch and slaughtered the orc leader.

I saw him staring at the man's eyes and slowly raised his hand, the sergeant was stunned at first, and then stared back unto be outdone, and said coldly:

"First of all, I warn you, Duke Hans will not receive anyone without my knowledge, and if you dare to break in, don't blame my brother for being unkind. ”

The sergeant next to him also helped: "You don't know the rules, how can you come empty-handed when you ask to see an adult." After speaking, he stretched out two fingers and rubbed them, which meant to let Ota take care of them.

If they had said it at the beginning, Ota might have said it in a way that the locals had followed, but now, how could he, who was in his prime, be humiliated.

"Pong", Otta's fist slammed into the wooden door, and echoes echoed in the empty hallway.

"Bold, don't give face, you don't want to ...... death" The sergeant who stopped Ota first held the hilt of his sword and was about to pull out his long sword.

But in front of him, a palm was already on his wrist, that night, Mo Wen's fate was about to happen again, but fortunately, Ota still restrained it, after all, the situation at this time was different from that day, it was impossible to kill him.

But even if he didn't use the white light amplification, Orta's strength was not something he could resist, and he let out a miserable snort, and his five fingers flicked away uncontrollably, and the half-cut long sword slipped back into the scabbard.

On the side, the sergeant who helped just now was also busy drawing his long sword, and was also grabbed by Ota by the wrist, this person was even more unbearable, and he howled in pain.

Behind him, the sound of the long sword unsheathed and the chaotic footsteps sounded, and they shouted one after another. These people have been guards in the Consulate for as little as five or six years, and at most more than ten years, but today is the first time they have met Ota like this, who dared to attack the leader of the guards in the Consulate, and ate the heart of a wolf and a leopard.

Then I heard a not very loud, but majestic voice coming from the door: "Why is there a lot of noise outside? Paul, what's the matter?"

"There was a civilian who wanted to see an adult, but we stopped him, so he attacked us......" Paul, who was the first to be grabbed by Otta's wrist, grinned in retaliation.

"Oops, it hurts me, let go. Another sergeant shouted.

"Civilians, attacking you?" said a vague voice from inside the door.

At this time, Orta turned around suddenly, spun the two of them and changed positions, and then as soon as he let go, the two of them were thrown out by him at the same time, and he saw the sergeant who rushed to dodge in a panic, but they still knocked him down, and there was a clanging sound on the ground.

"Lord Duke, I am the deputy instructor of the Marquis of Charrie's Guard, I am not a commoner but a nobleman, and I have something important to see. Orta looked at the sergeant lying on the ground expressionlessly, and said in a deep voice with his back to the door.

"Oh, Charry, deputy instructor of the Guards, noble—" There was a small muttering voice from the door, and then Duke Hans said loudly, "Let him in." ”

Paul and the others heard clearly, and at this time stood up and looked at Ota with a resentful face, Paul walked around Ota to the door, and whispered, "I remember you." After saying that, he opened the red door outside.

"Good. Ota looked at him expressionlessly, raised his legs and walked in.

"Sit. ”

In front of Duke Hans was a large mahogany table, with a broad chest and a straight back, and he sat on a chair made of black animal skins to show his majesty, and on the wooden frame next to the table hung a pair of shining bronze armor, and a long sword inlaid with blue gems hung on the wall.

The door behind him slowly closed, and Ota walked over to the table and pulled out a chair and sat down, while Duke Hans looked at him curiously.

"My lord, this proves that I am not a civilian. Ota placed a half-medal on the table and said calmly.

"Hmm, what's the matter with this half?" said Master Hans, who picked it up in astonishment.

Of course, Orta couldn't tell the real reason why the medal was broken in two, so he lied: "After the award, it happened to be just in time for the orcs to attack the camp, and before he could take it off, he went to the battlefield... Fortunately, this medal has blocked it for me, otherwise, I would have been a cold corpse by now. ”

Duke Hans nodded, "You're really lucky, by the way, what are you looking for me?"

Ota explained the unsuccessful application for the title of nobility, and finally said: "Although Master Luan had a painful experience in his early years, which is very sympathetic, it is not a reason to make things difficult for a young blacksmith, as far as I know, whether it is an apprentice, a blacksmith, or a blacksmith in the forging guild, as long as he is a fellow trader, he is troubled. ”

At this point, Ota stopped, he hoped that the most important information would be detected by Master Hans, and that too much would be bad.

Sure enough, Duke Hans looked at him thoughtfully and asked, "Young forger, can you tell me how young you are?"

"Seventeen, forger. ”

Duke Hans's eyes widened a little, and he looked at Ota and nodded, "It's really young, I'll take a look at the badge that proves that you are a forger." ”

Orta took off his badge and placed it on the table.

After a few moments, Hans handed back the badge, stood up and paced two steps, and said, "Your purpose is not only to apply for the title of nobility, but I am a little interested in you as a young forger. ”

Orta nodded and smiled, it seemed that this Duke Hans was really very smart, and he had already sensed that he had other intentions, but this was exactly what he wanted.

"Lord Hans, I'd like to ask you to take a look at this first, and then talk about a deal. Orta took two drawings from his bosom and placed them on the table.

"Deal?" Hans looked into Otta's eyes, and found that his eyes were clear and calm, and he didn't feel a little more interested, so he picked up the drawings and looked at them.

"Huh?" said Duke Hans, frowning as if he didn't understand, pondering for a moment before looking.

After a moment, he put the drawings on the table, but this time instead of pushing them towards Otta, he asked, "The arms and legs of this metal don't look like armguards and leg armor, and they don't look like they can be worn by a sergeant, can you explain?"

Ota glanced at the sky outside the window and said, "Lord Hans, I want to go and handle the matter of the noble title first, otherwise I can't sit still with the matter in my heart, and I'm afraid I won't be able to explain it to you." ”

Duke Hans laughed, reached out and pressed it somewhere under the table, and suddenly there was a faint rattle outside the door.

When the door opened, Paul walked in and saluted, "Your Excellency, please." ”

Hans looked at Otta, "Just give him the medal and let him go." ”

Ou Ta took out two medals and put them on the corner of the table, and said without even looking back: "Master Luan said that this damaged medal has no value, so please tell him that when I go downstairs in a while, I will see a brand new medal, and this damaged one, I will keep it as a souvenir." ”

Paul was eager to pounce and kill Ota at this time, and scolded in his heart: "What the hell are you calling Lao Tzu as a servant?" But in front of Lord Hans, he didn't dare to borrow ten of his dares, so he had to look at the Duke.

Duke Hans glanced at Ota with a smile and said, "I don't have a grudge overnight, I like your character a little." Then he nodded to Paul.

Paul left with a stomach full of resentment, scolded the ancestor of Orta eighteen times in his heart, came downstairs and knocked on the bar, and said to the big-handed woman: "Call Master Luan out." ”

After the corner door opened, Master Luan's gray fluffy head poked out, and when he saw that it was Paul, the leader of the guards, he quickly stood up and walked to the bar, and asked, "Is it Lord Hans looking for me......?"

"Smack," Paul slapped the medal on the bar and scolded, "Where are you going? ”

Master Luan was stunned by the sudden scolding and was stunned.

"Why are you stunned, you don't know this medal, you don't know what's going on......" Paul scolded again, and said Otta's request by the way.

Master Luan came to his senses at this time, and his hands holding the medal trembled, and he regretted this in his heart, "Who knew that this Ota had such a hard backstage, looking at Paul's angry appearance now, this is to vent his anger for him." Yes, this scolding can only be endured, and besides, I'm so old, don't I know how to pretend to be a grandson? ”

Master Luan comforted himself and turned a deaf ear to the scolding and got busy.

The scolding was thirsty, and the anger was almost gone, so Paul turned around and went upstairs, and looked at Xiaoye and Ami in a daze.

In the room, Ota was slowly putting away the drawings and said to Master Hans: "I think you already know what they do, although it is only in the experimental stage, but I have already created a sample, and I will find some disabled sergeants to try it out after adjustment...... The appearance of this thing must have been a blessing for the disabled soldiers. ”

Sure enough, just as Ota had predicted, Duke Hans's face flashed with excitement.

And my duke's title, eight years later, it's time to become a viscount.