Mrs. Lopu and the eldest lady sat down and chatted a few words before they were about to go to the hall to entertain the guests, and Firia also stood up: "I have to show up." ”

It was clear that Clarence was the protagonist of the banquet, and Eli was the center of the hidden maelstrom, but they were all tacitly left on the terrace.

Clarence, who maintained the image of a cool brother, took on the heavy responsibility of entertaining the guests with difficulty, and faced Eli, who was sitting in a chair obediently, he thought about it and decided to reluctantly talk about it anyway.

"Why didn't you come with your brother?"

"I don't know." Eli replied honestly.

Eli hadn't seen Orin outside the dining table in a long time. He seems to have been busy lately, and Eli can often see him going out when it is dark and returning to the castle when the moon rises. Their brotherly relationship was already very limited, and Eli felt that he should only be able to say hello to Orin without embarrassment when he met him now.

But it's a lot better than what it looked like before, and at least Dylan is very satisfied.

Eli asked politely, "Are you friends with Orin?" ”

Clarence's originally calm expression suddenly became tangled as if he had accidentally eaten a fly, he shook his head, and said categorically: "No. ”

Eli keenly smelled the melon, and he shifted his ass to Clarence's side, his eyes full of anticipation.

Clarence was not a seven-year-old kid who liked to play tricks, and he didn't think much about it and told Orin's own brother Eli what it was.

"He broke my sword."

The matter is a little more serious than Clarence simply outlines, because the broken sword is not an ordinary sword, it is a sword made by Clarence himself.

At the age of six, Clarence showed his talent as a swordsman, but he was interested in sword-making. Most of the casting technology in this world is firmly in the hands of the dwarves, and most of the humans with casting talent are recruited by the kings of various empires, and Clarence can only try to explore it by looking through various obscure materials.

Clarence was probably really talented at it, and it took him just two months to make his first sword. Although the sword had a lot of impurities, low hardness, and not very good-looking, Clarence was still satisfied. You must know that most of the weapons and farm tools are tightly held by the royal family, and can only be purchased by the territory, and the sword that Clarence made at the age of six is not very good, but he is still sixteen and twenty-six.

The sword was then secretly taken away by Clarence's cousin, who managed to find his cousin who was competing with Olin, and before he could stop it, he saw his sword break in two under the black greatsword.

"I know it's not your brother's fault," Clarence kept a cool expression, but his grip on the spine of the book still revealed his anger and grievance, "but he said that my sword was so brittle that he didn't even bother to play with it when he was three or four years old. ”

Although Orin paid Clarence enough of a rapier to use until he reached adulthood after learning the origin of the sword, Clarence still did not like Orin very much.

"They all said I was too willful," Clarence said, "because the eldest young master really didn't know anything." ”

Eli patted Clarence's tense back in reassurance, "Orin didn't realize it, but he still hurt you, right?" ”

"Victims don't need to be considerate."

Under Clarence's gaze, Eli still made amends for Orin: "But I think the worst is your cousin, the one who steals the worst!" ”

Thinking of his own potatoes and sweet potatoes, Eli definitely said it with real feelings.

"He's paid the price, but I think you're right." Clarence rubbed Eli's head tentatively, and it felt good.

Francis's little young master is worthy of being the one who conquers dragons, but he is more likable than the eldest young master.

Unaware that he had inadvertently enveloped the future head of the Lopu family, Eli skillfully smoothed his hair that had been a little messy and asked, "Are you ready to make your next sword?" ”

"This is my foundry." Clarence pushed open the door of a small room and solemnly introduced.

Eli couldn't figure out how they had a good chat and how it turned into a studio visiting a corner of the manor.

In front of Clarence's pretended calm eyes, which could hardly hide his expectation, Eli looked around at the furnishings and finally gave a soft wow.

A workbench the height of a child, a fireplace with blackened fireplaces, ore sorted in the corner, and a long sword lying quietly by the side of a hammer.

Clarence is really serious about forging swords.

"May I see your sword?"

Clarence picked up the sword and handed it to Eli, telling him he could.

Eli touched the surface of the sword with his fingertips, and unlike what he remembered and was used to, the sword's luster was noticeably darker.

"Are you using the piece of iron?"

"yes."

That's it, Eli knows, no wonder Clarence's sword has a problem, if he's not mistaken, iron needs to be thrown into steel.

When it comes to steelmaking, it's definitely not a bit of a charcoal.

Sure enough, we still have to start with the coal mines in Longji Valley as soon as possible. Eli lowered her eyes to hide the thoughts in her eyes.

It was the first time Clarence had brought a friend to his foundry room, and casting was a very boring thing for most children, and Clarence had no friends with a book in his hand every day. Suddenly, Eli came who could not only listen carefully to the introduction, but also make a little suggestion of his own, and Clarence couldn't help but talk a little too much.

At the end, Clarence asked, "If you want, can I invite you to come and see the next sword-casting?" ”

"Of course I would do." Eli replied with a crooked eyebrow.

Did he watch the kids strike iron? Obviously, it is the mainstay of the future of Francis No. 1 Smelter and strives to grow.

The relationship between Eli and Clarence grew by leaps and bounds after the iron pact, which was manifested in the fact that Clarence began to lead Eli to walk, and the difference in size between the two of them was quite large, but Clarence would walk a little slower for Eli.

They walked through the garden, not to mention that Clarence was a little silent during the casting, but Eli was a good person to chat with children, and they asked and answered, and the atmosphere did not seem awkward.

As he turned around a flowerbed, Eli suddenly heard an argument approaching, and before he could stop, Clarence pulled him into the thick hydrangeas.

The scent of flowers mixed with the smell of earth came to his face, and Clarence gently wrapped his arms around Eli's back, his ice-blue eyes showing a glass-like texture in the dim light, and Eli suddenly found that his pupils were thinner than those of the eldest lady, more like the eyes of a wolf.

"Isn't this your home?" Eli said in a breathy voice, "What are we hiding?" ”

The vigilant Clarence was stunned, yes, isn't this at his house? Doesn't he go anywhere in his house?

In order to save the face of Francis and Lopu, Eli and Clarence can only crouch in place, looking out through the gap between the branches and leaves of the flowers.

The argument was getting closer, the voices of two women, one of whom was visibly angry, the other a little nonchalant.

"You have to give me an explanation today."

"Explain what? I've already said it, I don't know about it. ”

Eli and Clarence glanced at each other, confirming that they were the ones who were about to hear the big melon.

The angry woman stopped, she stomped her feet anxiously, and only after looking around at no one did she lower her voice and scold: "Those things came from you, and now everyone thinks it's me, everyone!" ”

"You also said that everyone thinks so, so is it useful for me to explain it to you?"

"You!"

The careless woman laughed mockingly: "You have to make it clear that you bought things from me, and when others smell them, you tacitly got them yourself, and you have benefited a lot from this time, right?" Now that the lord has checked it, he wants to get rid of himself. ”

When Eli heard Dylan's name, he had a hunch that part of the purpose of his trip would be achieved in this small accident.

The words seemed to poke at the sore spot of the angry woman, and it was a moment before she spoke again, this time with a weakened momentum and a lot more pleading.

"Tell me, did you really get those things?"

"What do you think?" The careless woman said charitably, "Do you really believe that my incompetent husband can get potatoes and sweet potatoes from the lord's castle that the young master himself grows and is guarded by layers of guards?" ”

Clarence was shocked, and he subconsciously looked at Eli, who was gently hugged by himself. This little young master, who always had a soothing smile on his face, was expressionless at the moment, obviously a child who was a head shorter than him, and his heavy sense of oppression could already be compared with many superiors.

Like a juvenile version of Dylan Francis.

"Who's that! Who the hell is that! The sharp voice suddenly pulled up, and the woman who was always careless also lost her well-maintained calmness, she lowered her voice and roared: "If you want to lure others over, you can shout louder!"

The sound of rapid breathing was blown into the ears of the two children in the flowers by the night wind.

After a long time, the angry woman said, "Melinda, I'm finished, and so is my family." ”

It was very calm, as if it were stating an inconsequential fact.

"No one will want to attack the nobles, not even the lords." The careless woman didn't care, "What's more, you're still a united nobleman." ”

These words did not comfort the angry woman, and she sneered, "This is not the royal capital, not any other territory, this is Francis. ”

"The last family that forced the lord to retreat in Francis's united nobility died a hundred years ago, Melinda."

The garden was silent again, and the guests and servants were circling the hall around the lord's wife and the lord of the Lopu family, and no one would have known that there had been two noble ladies arguing without any image.

The sound of the branches and leaves rubbing against each other sounded, and the two children, one older and one young, came out of the flowers, and the older one tidied himself up and twisted the petals on the top of the head for the younger one.

"A hundred years is enough to forget a lot of things, right?" The little one said suddenly.

"Yes."

"Such an important matter," Eli sighed softly as he gazed into the warm yellow light of the hall in the distance, "how can it be forgotten?" ”