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After dinner, Ota lay on the soft bed and began to mobilize the white light in his mind to wash his body, and he was very happy for a while.

In the past half a month, he has been sleeping in the open air, and there are many sergeants around him, and Orta naturally does not dare to show it, the matter of the magic bead weapon is shocking enough, and he can often see that the sergeants look at him with a trace of fear in their eyes, and even the people who used to talk about everything are like leaving him, and Orta's heart is naturally a little complicated.

Thinking that there is less than a year before the opening of the civilian academy, and after giving Leo the gold coins on his body, there is less than one, although there are still some orc materials, but those are just to quench the thirst of Wangmei, not worth mentioning.

And the few blacksmith shops I saw today, the business is not very good, this is related to the winter environment, but the time is very tight, and the goal set by Ota for himself is to save enough ten gold coins before the start of school, counting the money of Xia Rui's shop, that is twenty, which is not a small pressure.

What else could he do besides armor and weapons?

At dinner, his aunt Yuna offered to put a few pieces of leather armor in his shop as samples, and the batch production would be done in the manor, of course, on the premise of good sales.

Ota agreed very happily, this is a matter of picking grass and beating rabbits, and it is a matter of convenience. But no matter how well the leather armor sells, it doesn't have much to do with Otta, and my aunt won't reach out for a share of the money she makes.

Is it really necessary to build a magic bead weapon to sell? As soon as this idea came up, it was vetoed by Otta, and Leo was wanted for this matter, and he might be suspected of being secretly peeping, which was too risky.

After thinking about it, there was no result, and finally I fell asleep groggily.

Over the next three days, Ota remade the plaques, bought iron ore raw materials, and selected ten strong and experienced soldiers to forge in the manor's blacksmith shop.

Because of the urgency of time, Ota only instructed some superficial techniques, as for breathing techniques and forging steps, it is impossible to master them without a month, so Ota did not teach these, only let them refine the ore into iron pieces, which is not too difficult for those sergeants who have some experience in striking iron.

Early in the morning of the fourth day, a wagon left the manor with a cart full of crude iron, followed by Ota with ten sergeants.

After walking out of half a mile, he saw Iron Man coming over with a few people dressed as fishermen.

Tetsuo was in charge of recruiting fishermen, and used a gold coin to collect a fishing boat, and rented a bunk at the bazaar by the lake, which Orta knew. The eldest brother, Xia Rui, wants to rely on the fishing boat and the blacksmith shop to operate at the same time to subsidize the consumption of the Guards, which is also supported by everyone.

In fact, Ota knew that Xia Rui had another meaning, but he didn't say it.

During the field trip, Xia Rui was not unaware of the depression and coldness of the blacksmith industry, but he still did not hesitate to sell the blacksmith shop to Ota to operate, why is this?

Others may not know it, but how can Ota not know? Xia Rui is a person who values feelings, and he is a sworn brother who has made an oath, he would rather lose it, Xia Rui will not lose Otta's face, and besides, Ota has never let him down.

After greeting him, Ota went on his way, unloaded the wagon at the blacksmith's shop, and sent Sergeant Ota to pick it up himself.

In fact, there is nothing to clean up, the walls have been repainted, the counters and shelves have been rearranged, and the finished product is just waiting for customers to come to the door.

Ota took out a few sets of leather armor from a box and put them on, this is the inventory of her aunt Yuna, there is not much left, so she brought it with her when she moved, and put it as a sample first, if there is a bulk order, it will be too late to rush to work in the manor, there is not much else, there are animal skins, and there are several carriages.

All that's left is to create a few new sets of armor, leg armor, helmets, etc., and then put them on and you'll be fine, as for the ready-made armor, there are also ready-made armors, but the quality is no different from those in other stores, so Ota can't look at it at all.

Sell good quality, the price is a little higher is not a problem, money is important or life is important, I believe those customers themselves are very clear in their hearts.

After hanging the bell on the door, Ota went into the secret room, lit the charcoal fire, and began to warm up, and in a short time, pieces of crude iron were put into it and calcined.

Orta picked up an iron hammer and checked the weight, after all, he hadn't forged for more than twenty days and needed to find a feel, but after picking it up, Outa immediately shook his head, the weight of this forging hammer was too light, and it didn't fit his hand.

After trying it one by one, Ota couldn't help but be a little speechless, well, it seems that he can only build a few forging hammers that fit his hands first. This not only made him miss Camp 3 a little, but it was a pity that he left in a hurry, and he didn't expect that he would never have a chance to go back to get it, and Leo's forge table and various types of hammers were completely discarded.

The long-lost voices sounded in the secret room, and hearing them like music, Ota even felt the pores on his body open, and there was infinite joy in his heart, and his heart and emotions were immediately thrown into it.

Noon passed quickly, and the seven casting hammers made according to his own heart were neatly hung on the casting table, and the original ones had been thrown into the charcoal furnace to prepare for secondary refining.

The outside door was opened, and the bell in the chamber rang at the same time, and Ota put on the cloak he had taken off and walked out.

"Hello," Ota glanced at the visitor, the red and black broad-faced beard was very dense, not tall but strong, and the most ordinary appearance was not too much, the most striking thing was that one of his left legs was broken at the knee, and he was standing in the doorway with a cane, and there were many bits and pieces hanging from his body.

The man wasn't vicious, but at first glance he wasn't a good person, and he had a faint smell of blood.

This kind of person has seen a lot, and at first glance he looks like a disabled veteran of the Guard, who can still live with a small pension in his hand, and live better than those demon scavengers and adventurers.

"There are still some items in the shop that will not be open in a few days, so please come in a few days. Ota said politely.

The man looked around in silence, but did not reply.

"What are you doing?" Ota looked at him patiently, secretly wondering if this man had anything to do with Kerry, and although nothing had happened in the past few days, he couldn't be unguarded.

"I have some good ornaments, they look good on the counter or hanging on the wall, do you think you need that?" the man suddenly spoke, and he was not polite, and directly took out all kinds of things from his body, as well as small objects that were hanging, and also picked them down.

"I don't need to. Ota hurriedly stopped.

"Look at it, it's all beautiful and not expensive, I still have a few paintings here, they are all beautiful noblewomen, and besides, your empty wall is not good-looking, buy a few and hang it, it's really not expensive......"

The man just stood in the doorway and didn't leave, and took out a few rolled paintings from the leather bag behind him.

For this kind of disabled sergeant who has been on the battlefield, Ota still has some respect, and in addition to the fact that this person does not steal or rob, relies on his own craft to make money to eat, and is very good at talking, Ota finally relented, and spent a silver coin to buy three paintings before sending him away.

Yes, it hasn't opened yet, but I've opened it for others first, and Ota smiled helplessly when he thought about it.

Since you bought it, hang it up.

Ota spread out on the counter, all of them were portraits of young ladies dressed luxuriously, but the brushwork was much worse, and although the colors were bright, the faces of the figures were not very fine.

Ota doesn't care, how can one silver coin and three paintings be a boutique?

After hanging it up, I stood aside and looked at it a few times, it felt like that, patted the wall ash on my hand and was about to go to the secret room to continue forging, and suddenly remembered that before old Jerry left, it seemed that he still left a painting of decades ago to himself, and he didn't care about it at the time, and he almost forgot about it for several days.

Remembering to put it on the counter, Ota walked behind the counter and looked for it.

Under the counter are more than a dozen partitions for stocking, clean and spotless, and the scroll is still there, but it has been moved to the bottom, there are a lot of people who have helped these days, and it is a good life if it is not thrown out, and it finally sees the light of day in the hands of Ota after decades.

After opening it and taking a look, Ota realized that something was wrong, but it was not clear what was wrong for a while.

The scroll is not too large, two feet square. The painting depicts a stocky old man, who at first glance bears a slight resemblance to Jerry's stature.

He has flaming red curly hair, a wide forehead, blue eyes, a big nose, and a gray beard, and is very thick and covers his chest.

Orta couldn't say where the weirdness was, so he kept looking.

The old man wore chain mail, no helmet, elbow-length metal gloves in his right hand, and a large axe in his hand on the ground. The left hand touched his waist, and there seemed to be a dagger there, but due to his age, the color was dull and unclear.

The old man's head drooped slightly, and he felt that his gaze seemed to look at a helmet not far from his feet, and there seemed to be a head in the helmet, but the position of the helmet was already at the bottom of the painting, and it may not continue to be painted due to the size, so he was not sure if there was a head in the helmet, of course, it was also insignificant to him.

Chain armor, this system has been eliminated by the army for many years, in the past, because of the constraints of forging technology and scarce ore veins, in order to save materials, its protection is incomparable with the current armor, especially the sharp giant claws of the orcs, which cannot play any protective role at all.

Ota looked at it carefully several times, not because of the chain armor, but he always felt that there was something wrong but he couldn't find it, not to mention how uncomfortable it was.

So Ota took down a painting, hung up the old painting, which had almost lost its color, and stood below to look at it.

Time passed little by little, and the sun was already setting in the west, and when a faint ray of sunlight shone in obliquely, it happened to hit the right half of the old man in the painting, and his right hand holding the great axe was particularly obvious.

When the light fell, Orta was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly shouted in surprise: "I finally understand what is strange, it turns out to be here, haha, finally found ......"