Dangdang!

Dangdang!

It's the rhythm of the night on Steel Street.

Many blacksmiths also strike iron in the middle of the night.

In some good seasons, such as taking over a mercenary team's business, it is also the norm for the blacksmith to work all night.

But there is one exception.

There is a famous blacksmith shop on Steel Street, and the master's name is Tob Mott. He was the only one of the hundreds of blacksmith shops in King's Landing who could penetrate the paint into the steel.

This technique of refining the customer's specified colors on weapons is unique to Tob Mott.

Tob Mott's blacksmith never takes orders at night, and never builds weapons and armor at night.

He rests at night.

This was his rule, and Tob's weapons were the most expensive in Steel Street.

Whether it is a long sword, a dagger, a short knife, or a helmet, neck guard, armor and leg guards, and front and rear vest armor, they are all more expensive than other places.

There are relatively few mercenaries who can afford a full set of armor, and many mercenaries can only buy a helmet, and then buy some neck guards, leg guards, etc.

Despite this, there were many people who came to buy weapons and armor from Tob's blacksmith.

Tobu's fame is great.

Tob Mott had an apprentice blacksmith named Gendry.

Gendry was fourteen years old, the height of a grown man, with strong muscles, thick lips, strong strength, blue eyes, and thick black hair.

Although Tob Mott drank and slept at night, it didn't mean that his apprentices could do the same.

Gendry had to forge the iron embryo at night.

The quality of the iron embryo is directly related to the quality of the weapon armor.

If the plams of the other smithies were forged a hundred times, Tob demanded three hundred of them from Gendry.

Others beat it a hundred times to form an iron embryo, but here in Tobu, it takes two hundred more exercises.

The work of exercising the iron embryo is very hard, and the hammer that is picked up requires Zander to use all his strength every time, and he must also bring skill.

Although Gendry was only fourteen years old, he was already a true master of forging iron embryos and crafting various weapons, and had also secretly learned the art of forging colored weapons from Master Tob.

Master never explained to Gendry when he created things, it was all Gendry himself who looked, thought, pondered, and experimented.

The two masters and apprentices have not had a verbal inheritance of weapon-making techniques for many years.

But Gendry learned better and faster than any other apprentice in the blacksmith's shop.

This kid has a talent for ironmaking, rough on the outside, and delicate on the inside.

Without exception, Gendry continued to build the iron embryo after Master had slept comfortably.

He had to work until midnight to sleep.

The dirty work, the tiring work, the chores, the groundwork in the blacksmith's shop, all contracted by Gendry alone. Unless the guest specifies that Master Tob will create the weapon himself, even if it is a customer's order, Gendry will now have to complete it alone.

Master Tobu just watched from the side with a teacup and didn't say anything the whole time.

In the beginning, if Gendry's weapons couldn't be delivered to the customer, Gendry himself had to start over, squeezing out meal time and working overtime to rework.

The hard life has trained Gendry to have a physique that surpasses his peers, and it has also given him very strong strength. At the same time, perhaps because of the indifference between the fire and the master, Gendry developed a very stubborn character.

Whether it is for his clients or his master, he is becoming more and more stubborn.

Dangdang!

Master Tob slept soundly and sweetly at the sound of Gendry's forged iron embryo.

Blacksmiths are accustomed to sleeping comfortably to the sound of striking iron.

The residents of Steel Street are also accustomed to the tinkling of blacksmiths day and night.

But there will certainly be people who are not used to it.

Just as Gendry was forging the iron embryo, there was a knock on the door of the smithy.

Gendry didn't go to bed and the door to the smithy wouldn't close.

Bang Bang Bang!

Someone is knocking on the door.

Gendry muffled himself and continued to forge his iron embryo.

He saw more and more mercenaries and tyrannical people, but he didn't pay any attention to them. Just stuffing your head and doing your own thing, collecting money, talking about business, and receiving guests, are all Master's business, and have nothing to do with him Gendry.

Who still came to knock on Master Tob's blacksmith door at this time? Didn't he know the rule that blacksmith Tob never took orders at night? Since he didn't know the rules, he wasn't an experienced mercenary, nor was he a city garrison, but just a novice soldier, a chick who didn't know the rules.

Gendry dismisses both veterans and recruits.

He continued to beat his iron embryo, and with a moment the hammer was turned up, and the muscles on his shoulders were dripping with sweat, and they glistened like gold in the light of the fire.

His posture is a work of art with perfect muscular lines.

Someone's eyes are straight.

He fell in love with such a strong and perfect muscle line.

The man's eyes were straight and shiny, like the eyes of a cat in the dark.

He wanted to soak Gendry in a large vat and make a work of art.

The man who walked into the blacksmith without a sound was the Polivier Clegane of the inn next door.

He had knocked on the door several times, but the guy in the blacksmith shop did not look up, heard, or paid no attention.

It wasn't until Polivier's hand touched Gendry's muscular back that Gendry jerked his head back, "What are you doing?" Gendry's eyes widened and his face was full of anger.

Gendry's personality is like an iron embryo under his hammer.

The higher his iron-striking skills, the stronger his stubborn character becomes, and after being tempered for a long time, it is as strong and hard as a formed iron embryo.

"Good perfect muscles. Polivier's eyes glowed, and his tongue stuck out and licked his lips, very lewdly.

"No orders at night. Gendry said sullenly.

He felt that this bald and tall man was not like a normal person, but like a psychopath who should be locked up.

Gendry is not afraid of heaven and earth, but he is afraid of people who are not mentally normal.

Polivier looked Gendry up and down, a grunt of praise came out of his mouth.

He watched as Gendry circled several times.

"Bolliver Knight. A voice said at the gate, "You have to tell this boy to stop striking and lose money, he has affected the rest of the adults and his brothers, and the adults are still waiting for us to reply?"

Polivier's eyes twitched, as if he had returned to reality from his misty fantasy, and he remembered what Master Gregor had commanded, which to him was an order that had to be fulfilled.

He stared at Gendry's muscles.

"Boy, the sound of your striking iron has affected our adults' rest, you pay us ten golden dragons, stop striking iron, and forget about it. ”

Gendry's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked up and down at Polyvier, and without saying a word, he suddenly picked up the hammer and struck it on the iron embryo with a bang. When the hammer was picked up, Polivier would have been grazed by the hammer if he hadn't dodged it quickly.

While!

While!

While!

With three hammers in a row, Gendry hammered harder on the iron embryo, and then his eyes squinted at Polivier, full of disdain.

Polivier's eyes straightened again, and he was once again conquered by the muscle tone and perfect muscle lines of Gendry's round hammer.

He fell in love with Gendry's explosive muscles.

Bang Bang Bang!

Several horsemen with evil temperaments, fierce appearances, and fierce eyes walked in, and the loud sound of the three hammers that Gendry had provoked just now did not anger Polivior, but it did anger them.

A little blacksmith apprentice dared to defy them.

They are the subordinates of Lord Moshan.