Chapter 125 Dwarf Halkin
“Master, we have arrived at the camping site.”
The wheels rolled forward, the cleared flat ground was waiting in front, and a dozen townspeople were still there. Help move supplies and clean up areas.
In the center of the open space is enough money and food for 1,000 people for three days collected by the mayor.
The Duke Steward of the Mayo Mountain Mine was waiting beside the money and grain with a smile on his face, and from time to time scolded the townspeople to hurry up.
The townspeople who came to the camp in advance to help with the work looked at the group of men in black in front of them with curiosity and fear.
This group of men in black are old and young, and they have more or less black clothes on them.
Different from the common noisy refugees, these hardened villagers always line up in an irregular but orderly queue.
No matter what you do, you will do it with precision and cleanliness. In the blink of an eye, a camp will be built in an instant.
This is the experience and skill gained during the transition to routing, and has almost become a subconscious habit.
Although the Duke's letter repeatedly stated that this was a group of mercenaries hired by him.
But the townspeople knew clearly that these were not mercenaries. They were clearly the short-haired rebels who fled into the Black Bone Swamp a month ago.
Everyone is not a fool. If nothing else, just look at their hair and short beards.
They are not surprised that the mayor is groveling. The mine steward is a person close to the Duke. How can he be groveling to the mercenaries?
This also gave rise to an ominous premonition in the hearts of the townspeople. The Duke has recently accepted many rebels in the name of refugees.
Is there going to be a war?
Amidst the whispers and strange looks of the town residents, Horn put away his luggage and headed towards the town of Mayo with the purchasing group.
Gregory walked in the front, holding the horse for Horn, while the duke butler of the mine accompanied him with a fake smile and chatted with Horn.
After walking for about 30 minutes from the campsite, we arrived at the town of Mayo.
Mayo Town is actually not very big, with a population of about 800-1,000, mostly miners and iron smelters.
Most of the buildings in the town have chimneys and heaters, and are generally earth-based wooden frame structures.
Similar to the fact that the first floor is rammed earth in a wooden frame, and the second floor is purely wooden walls.
The stone house is something that only the knight has.
These houses are generally two to three stories, with an attic in the shape of horizontal triangular columns at the top.
It's like a red book placed on a white rectangular shoe box.
Behind most residential houses are animal stables, blacksmith shops, vegetable gardens and manure pits.
On the gray and white walls of the rectangular exterior walls on both sides of the house, a long wooden board is installed on the diagonal line of the two pillars.
Due to construction technology, the rectangular wall is not stable and the diagonal corners must be connected with wooden boards to form a triangle.
Otherwise, any storm, snow or rain could blow down these houses.
The width of the house is about 2 fathoms to 3 fathoms, because if it is wider, the triangle cannot be stretched.
These houses are divided into small areas according to family, relatives, friends, assets and jobs. Within the area are dense and scattered houses, and outside the area are narrow roads.
According to the list written by Horn, several senators and bishops were scattered in the narrow alleys under the escort of the Guards.
Horn and Jeanne followed the mayor to find the blacksmith.
The tip of the Yunzhongxue sword was broken before. After all, it was a weapon used by the dominant hand. If possible, Horn still wanted to repair it.
Rektor's technology is too rubbish and cannot handle this level of dwarf craftsmanship.
When they arrived in Mayo Town, Horn originally just asked with the mentality of giving it a try, but he didn't expect it to happen.
“This dwarf is a Dragon Cult dwarf from the Longmian Mountains, and his craftsmanship is absolutely impeccable.”
The mayor of the town, Gregory, continued to introduce him as he walked away.
“I remember, aren’t you specializing in mining and iron smelting?”
Castle Joan of Arc is called a duchy, but in fact it is only as big as a count, equivalent to two villages. .
Among them, those related to the iron smelting industry are Mayo Town and Huilu Town. The former is responsible for mining and smelting, and the latter is responsible for forging and processing.
“Yes, our two towns are the two pearls of the iron industry in Fort Joan of Arc, and can provide the Duke with an income of more than 4,000 gold pounds every year.”
When I think of the Duke of Kush With wealth and iron smelting, even the Duke's lackey butler will involuntarily puff up his chest.
Hearing this, Horn couldn't help but smile.
For 4,000 gold pounds, even if calculated according to the highest profit margin for military weapons in the weapons industry, that would mean selling 6,000 weapons.
Not to mention anything else, the more than 300 miners among the more than 800 people will never be able to dig out the iron ore that supplies 6,000 military weapons.
Except for this, no matter which guild will let the lord do this, behind the guilds, there are also priests and nobles.
“Shouldn’t such a dwarf craftsman be in Ashheard Town?”
“Of course there is a reason for him to come here. The craftsmen in Ashheard Town are rich and willing to gamble, and they are everywhere. The gambling house... just as he was talking, he was here."
Gregory turned sideways, revealing an alleyway in front of him.
The dwarf's blacksmith shop is located in this narrow alley.
The outer wall of the blacksmith shop was shrouded in black smoke from the potion and dust from the slag.
A mottled wooden sign hung on the top of the porch, with rough handwriting engraved on it: "Brock Blacksmith Workshop".
But at this moment, the quiet alley was filled with violent voices.
“You see, this is the reason.” Gregory said with a wry smile.
"Halkin, open the door! I know you are inside!" A strong man with hairy arms hammered the door of the blacksmith shop frantically. "Pay off your debt! Come out!"
"Get ready to throw shit, Halkin, don't blame me for not reminding you, don't sleep too much at night!"
"Get out of my way, distinguished guests are coming." The mayor yelled at them.
The debt collector turned around, raised his head and stared at Horn.
"What bastard..."
As soon as he started talking, he saw four soldiers wearing breastplates behind the visitor, who were extremely fierce.
Horn was wearing a fine purple-red feather satin robe, and was escorted by a beautiful maid.
Beside him were the old mayor and the Duke's mine steward, both of whom had flattering expressions.
The leader of the debt collection immediately felt a thump in his heart.
"...Which bastard screamed so loudly and disturbed the noble lord? Can you bear the responsibility?!"
The leader of the debt collectors used his furry slap to knock down his companion behind him. On the ground.
After rounding up the words here, the debt collector immediately bowed: "Master, we are a group of poor creditors. The youngest son of this family owes us a large sum of money..."
"I'm not interested in listening." Horn interrupted directly, "I came here to find this family to repair my knight's sword. Do you understand what I mean?"
"I understand, I understand. , Good dog, don’t block the way, I’ll leave right away, right away!” With smiles on their faces, the three debt collectors fled as fast as they could.
Horn stepped forward and knocked on the door, and the mayor shouted: "Brock, I'm bringing a distinguished guest to you, open the door quickly."
The figures on the second floor flashed past, and after a while, the man from the blacksmith shop The door opened.
What greeted them was a male dwarf about 4 feet tall. He was wearing a silk robe and linen trousers, and one of the heels was missing.
This young dwarf’s arms and neck are as thick as his thighs, and his red beard hangs down on his chest.
His blue and black eyes were as agile as a fox's, which was not common among dwarves.
"Old mayor." The young dwarf smiled flatteringly.
Gregory pushed him directly inside: "We are here to find your father, please lead the way."
The dwarf named Halkin was not annoyed and led Huo En and others walked through the house and towards the backyard.
In addition to the vegetable garden and ditch, the backyard is a spacious and dark studio.
The air is filled with the smell of burnt wood and medicine. In the center of the room, under the huge medicine vat, the stove is emitting billowing heat waves.
On the ground in a corner of the studio, iron blocks, medicine bricks and charcoal of various sizes were piled up in a messy manner.
On the other side, a variety of ironware and tools are placed on the iron workbench, such as hammers, pliers, rulers, etc.
A red-bearded dwarf with a big head and thick neck was sitting dejectedly in front of the anvil, his coarse cloth work clothes stained with rust and scorch marks soaked with sweat.
His hands are rough, forged and tempered by the years until they are as solid as iron stone.
When I saw the old mayor coming, he didn’t say hello, he just sat there dullly.
The old mayor stepped forward and explained his purpose, and handed over Horn's Yun Zhongxue.
After pulling out Yun Zhongxue and observing it for a long time, the dwarf Brock shook his head in a muffled voice: "I can't repair this."
The mayor immediately asked eagerly: "Why can't it be repaired? What? This is the craft of your dwarves."
"I can fix it, but I can't." Brock looked at his bruised son, "I'm old, and things are not peaceful here. I'm going back to my hometown the day after tomorrow. It will take at least ten days to repair this sword."
"Dad, I won't go back to the Longmian Mountains. There is nothing there except the tavern." said the dwarf eagerly.
Grabbing the hammer and throwing it towards Halkin, Brock said with rare anger: "You have ended up like this. Debt collectors come to your door every day. You don't go back to Longmian Mountains. You stay here waiting to be sold to the Flesh Royal Court." "
Escaped from the hammer in embarrassment, Halkin also had a classic dwarf stubborn character: "I said I won't go, I just won't go! Dad, I got some good treasures in Laoyan City. < br>
If it falls into those hands, the price will definitely be lowered, and the debt will still be paid. If I go to the pawn shop, I will definitely pay a high price.” "Catch me, where are you going to be?"
Then Halkin turned his eyes and focused on Horn. He turned around and knelt at Horn's feet:
"Noble Lord, please hire me as a guide, and I don't charge you a penny.
I will take you to Castle Joan of Arc. I am very familiar with this place. Which house has beautiful people and cheap prices, and which house is gambling? It’s interesting. I have a book in my head.
You can leave the sword here. If my father doesn’t leave, he will stay here to repair the sword. I won’t pay any money for repair materials.”
“Little beast!” Brock grabbed Halkin’s collar with an iron hand and pulled it back. “The dwarf has been humiliated by you. You are not allowed to kneel.”
After being strangled, Halkin was still struggling:
"My father can still offer me a good sword or a battle axe, and you can give me a 30% discount in the future..."
Ten days?
Horn will leave Castle Joan in mid-November at the latest.
This is not too troublesome, Horn is too lazy to make many twists and turns.
Ignoring Halkin, he looked into Brock's eyes: "If I send him to Castle Joan of Arc, can you stay here to repair my sword?"
"I..." Brock was about to refuse, but after seeing his son's pleading look, he hesitated.
Thinking about it again and again, he threw Harkin to the ground heavily, but relaxed: "I'll help you repair it, and I don't want you to pay for the repairs and materials. Just take this little bastard away. "
"As expected of my dad, he has many of my fine products... Hey, hey, I won't say it anymore, I won't say it anymore..."
ps There is one more thing. Chapter
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