Kiel strode towards the gangster organizer he was staring at, and swung the long knife in his hand to shake off the contaminated minced meat and blood that was about to solidify.
The gangster on the opposite side didn't dare to move, and just stood there in a daze. Kiel, who was walked in, put the long knife on his neck.
"You know that I carry a lot of gold coins with me, where did I get this news?" Kiel asked while scanning the surrounding situation left and right.
There were only two gangsters left, and one of them was crawling away from this place with both hands. Obviously this person's legs and feet were fine, but it seemed that his legs had been cut off. Keel guessed that this person might have been frightened. His foot was pierced by his sharp knife, and he subconsciously felt that his leg was finished, so he could only crawl with his arms in such a ridiculous way trying to get out of here.
There is also a gangster who is a young man about his age, maybe a little younger than him. At this moment, he is squatting blankly by the bushes not far from the river bank, holding some scraps he left behind. Coins, staring at this side in a daze.
Kiel narrowed his eyes, and found that the little guy was not looking at him, but the leader of the gangster who was being cornered by him with a knife.
He didn't know what was going on, and he didn't care.
Seeing that the gangster didn't answer his question, Kiel turned his long knife and knocked off the thick linen hat that the gangster was wearing on his head: "Are you asking me a question? Answer!"
But this man only cared about his teeth chattering. Obviously Keir didn't knock out the kitchen knife he was holding, but this guy seemed to forget that he was still holding a weapon.
"Huh!" Kiel snorted coldly, without even looking at the long knife, he put it away in the scabbard on his left waist, and then freed his right hand to grab the kitchen knife in the man's hand.
Kiel grabbed the man's palm with his hand, then twisted the man's arm to move, and slowly let the kitchen knife in the man's hand stick to his own neck.
"Forgive me, spare my life, spare my life, spare my life. Please spare my life. I beg you." Until then, this person came to his senses and begged for mercy, as if he had sensed his own death, so even if his teeth were chattering, he would Constantly begging for mercy.
Keir looked into the man's eyes: "I don't ask any questions. Let's talk about the facts."
After a pause, Keel felt the man sinking, so he grabbed his cloth belt with his left hand and held the man from falling to the ground.
Looking down, a gust of hot air came from the bastard's crotch. Kiel snorted coldly, gave up and asked some more questions, with his right hand hard, the kitchen knife cut into his neck.
Turning in one direction, Kiel exerted force on his hand, and burst out, hot blood splashed, and the main artery in the man's neck was severed by his own weapon.
Pushing this guy to the ground casually, Kiel ignored him, and directly took off the hatchet hanging from the leather shield on his left arm, shook it in his hand, and then threw it out with force.
The whirring ax swirled past, directly blowing away the skull of the gangster who had been crawling for a long time but couldn't get far.
"Actually, I'm quite talented in throwing." Kiel muttered to himself, and just strode towards the boy who was still standing there.
Seeing that the little guy was still holding the coins he discarded along the way, Keel kicked the guy's palm off.
Coins were scattered all over the place.
"Don't kill me, please, don't kill me." The little guy didn't run away either, probably seeing that he had no possibility of escaping, so he simply curled up on the cold river bank, begging for mercy all the time .
Kiel grabbed the guy by the collar and lifted it up, and found that the guy was only thirteen or fourteen years old, but because of a bad estimate, he was thin and thin. Kiel only used one hand to lift it up, with his feet dangling in the air .
After looking at this guy's face, he didn't look like the gangster leader he killed just now, and Keel asked directly, "Just now I saw you staring at that useless guy. What's your relationship with him?"
But this little guy just begged for mercy, and kept repeating that sentence over and over.
Keir was a little impatient, he lifted the little guy's neck with another hand and shook it, making the little guy cough uncontrollably. Then he let go and put it down: "Ask you again, what is your relationship with that guy?"
"He is mine, my father." The little guy answered Keel tremblingly.
"Father? Doesn't he look like one?" Kiel asked doubtfully, rubbing his chin.
The little guy trembled and shook his head: "It's not the first father, it's the third father. The first father died, and my mother found another one, but that guy wanted to sell me and my mother, so my mother found him as the third father." Three fathers, the second father would not dare to sell us."
"Bah, it's quite complicated. Then let me ask you, do you know where your news comes from?"
"It's been rumored on the street and everywhere. Everyone is short of money. They are really short of money, so they decided to give it a go. Please, I don't want to die yet. My mother is still here, so I can't die." Said here , the little fellow fell to his knees, grabbed Keir's boots, and begged him.
After Keir was silent for a while, he kicked the little guy away: "Go away, don't look back."
After the little guy who fell to the side got up, he ran towards Bingxunguan in a panic without looking back.
Keel picked up the scattered coins on the ground, and then came to the bank of the river where the dead bodies were everywhere, and collected the weapons of the gangsters, as well as the coins on them.
To be honest, it was too little, not as much as the coins he discarded to lure them along the way, and his attention-grabbing silver coin was not found, could it be that the little guy took it away?
Shaking his head, Keir thought it was unlikely. After all, one silver coin can be exchanged for one thousand iron coins. For these gangsters who are worse than ordinary people, this is a lot, and it is impossible for a child to take it. with.
In general, the greed of these people has completely killed themselves. Now that the employment situation in Bingxun Pass is so good, why not work well and make money. You have to do this kind of **** business like those bandits.
You dare to come and **** him, please, why don't other people dare to come? It's not because people who know Kiel's strength don't dare, only these low-end gangsters who don't understand dare to come and take the risk to trouble him.
Based on the ignorance of these people, even if they really robbed the money, whether they can keep the money in Bingxun Pass is still a matter of opinion.
Keel shook his head again, put the useful things he found into the backpacks hung on the horses, and then chopped off the heads of the gangsters and threw them into the Kendall River, hoping that this great flowing river would wash away their ignorance and greed , if there is an afterlife, don't be a human being, living hard is suffering.
Coincidentally, they can also feed the fish in the river. Usually, humans eat them. Today, they also have a taste of humans.
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Keir returned to Kendall City in the evening. He was looking for a place on the road to wash off the blood stained on his body. When the cold wind blew, the water on his coat froze into ice. He rubbed it with gloves and dried it off. .
Apart from being a bit cold, everything else is fine.
He first took out all the money he hid outside the city, and returned to Kendall City with all the gold coins he owned.
He felt relieved when he came back here. He knew several guards. And I also know many powerful high-level people in the city, whether it is in the military, or in religion, or in the business circle, hey, if someone asks, he can say that he has someone above him!
It's a bit late today, so Kiel returned directly to the hunter's stronghold.
As soon as they entered the door, everyone was eating. Keir himself had no appetite at all. He just wanted to lie on the bed and have a good sleep after riding a horse all day.
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The next morning, the wooden door knocked.
Keel squeezed out of his clothes and bedding, opened the door and saw the old hunter standing in the doorway.
"Keir, come back and practice archery! If you don't touch your hands for a day, you will give birth, let alone you, pack up and come quickly! By the way, wear thicker clothes, and it's snowing outside." He saw Keir was wearing a suit of underwear, and he stopped waiting for Kiel, and waved his hand and went downstairs after speaking.
Keel poked his head out of the door to see that everyone else was already up. Unable to share what happened afterwards, Keir quickly got up, put on thick clothes and a new wolf fur cloak, kicked the money bag in his backpack under the bed, and then locked the door and went downstairs.
Keel picked up one of yesterday's bread baked by the fireplace, and poured himself a large glass of warm water to drink. After that, he packed warm bread into his chest to warm it up, went to the front yard to go to the toilet, and then fed his horses.
Although they are kept in the hunter's stronghold, other hunters will help Kiel to feed them after seeing them, but if you want to make friends with these smart guys, you have to feed them yourself.
After cutting some hay and pouring some ice water into the sink, Keel brushed the horses with a wild boar hair brush to kill some parasites that fell on the ground. Seeing the satisfied expressions of the horses, he Then I wiped my hands, ate bread, and walked to the backyard.
The bread was protected by the clothes on his chest, so he didn't cool down. He tore at the amazingly tough bread in small mouthfuls, and often had to chew repeatedly for a long time before he could swallow it.
"Why so long?" The old hunter waited here with folded arms, and most of the other young hunters were also talking one by one, and then practiced bow and arrow.
"I went to feed the horses. I also brushed the horses. They have horse lice on them." Keel said while eating bread.
"Mou Mou." Keel answered vaguely with a mouth full of hard-to-chew bread.
He took the bow and string from Tost the old hunter.
Of course, the first step is to warm up the bowstring. Keel puts the cold bowstring in his arms and rubs it. After warming up, he takes it out. One end of the bowstring is hung on one end of the wooden bow, and the other end has to be changed. Bending the bow body secures the other side of the bowstring.
Then Kiel hung two pots of training arrows around his waist, pulled out one, nocked the arrow and stretched his arms, aiming and letting go.
Whoosh!
After Keel's precise aim, the soft head of the arrow hit the animal plank on the opposite side of the yard.
"Yes, continue!" Tost praised.
Keel swallowed the last bite of bread in his mouth, did it again, and shot the arrow quickly.
Whoosh!
Missed.
Tost gave Kiel a dissatisfied look: "Aim slowly, beginners should not omit the time to aim."
"Yes!" Kyle replied. Then keep practicing.
Soon, the morning practice was completed, and Keir's hit rate was around 30%, which was considered a beginner's score. It can't compare with the level of the young hunters next to them.
After practicing bow and arrow, Keel returned to the house and took out his wooden sword and shield training supplies, and practiced this in a corner of the backyard where he would not disturb other people.
The young hunters next to him looked amused, so they asked Kiel if he had any other spare protective gear. Kiel went up and moved down another set of wooden training protective gear.
The young hunters had a great time playing. After practicing for a while, Kiel breathlessly handed over his protective gear to others for use, and explained that after using it, just put it directly at the door of his house.
Keel went back to the house to celebrate the coins in the backpack, then put them into the backpack and took them all.
Go out to the artisan district.
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The craftsman's area was as lively as usual, with the scolding and clanging of craftsmen scolding apprentices everywhere. Black smoke representing human vitality and development rose from some chimneys, and the streets were sparsely populated.
After all, it's snowing again.
Farmers like snow in winter, which means that there will be too few pupa eggs in the ground in the coming year. According to the explanation of the pastors of the Saturnalia Church, everyone already knows that in the past, there was no snow every winter, and some large and small insect plagues would break out in the metropolis the next year.
So after knowing it, farmers and women would go to the statue of Lady Winter under the command of the God of Saturn in the church, and ask the great **** Tweety Ness to send snow that will not collapse the roof and freeze the eggs and pupae of insects.
It may be useful, or it may not be useful. After all, I heard from the pastors of the church during the Harvest Festival that, compared with other goddesses of the four seasons under the command of the God of Saturn, this lady in charge of winter is not a conceptual god, but a A **** of life ascended to the throne from a great creature in the north.
Ms. Tweety Ness, who has a physical body, might be gulping down wine at this time, so she wouldn't think of taking care of the believers who believe in him.
When he came to the weapon forging workshop, the mysterious tall and strong craftsman who was both the **** of craftsmen and an excellent craftsman greeted him.
"Talk here, or?" The unnamed craftsman saw the backpack that Kiel was carrying, and only from the sound of coins rubbing inside, he could tell that Kiel had brought all the money he could.
Keir smiled: "Is it still inside? I brought too much money. Of course, you may not think it is much, but I think it is already an incredible number."
The size of the weapon forging workshop is completely different from that of Ganna's armor workshop. After all, it can be done without armor, but not without weapons. High-level armor can be custom-made in big cities, and ordinary soldiers and ordinary people can wear a few more thick clothes for normal battles.
But weapons are not good. Without a good weapon that can win, it is absolutely impossible.
Therefore, since Kendall City was established by the first Baron Kendall, the weapon forging workshop here has been excellent.
Even the forging of ordinary weapons is still somewhat technically declining. After all, the craftsmen with the best skills are putting their minds on the research and forging of more powerful magical weapons. Ordinary weapons can be played casually, and most of them are new craftsmen. Work.
There is an independent room in the workshop. In a place where important items are obviously placed, Kiel took out the money bag full of gold coins from his backpack, and then neatly stacked the gold coins on the sturdy stone table set it up.
Although the mysterious craftsman took a few more glances at the gold coins that were placed on a third of the table, he focused more on Kiel, who was able to produce the wealth.
"It seems, Warrior Kiel, are you planning to take all the magic materials I can come up with? I have to say that you really surprised me."
Kiel shrugged: "It's not easy, I can only say that I was taken aback. I didn't expect that there were some valuable treasures among the things seized from the bandits before. It can only be said to be good luck."
The mysterious craftsman shook his finger: "Luck only hangs around the powerful, and that elusive lady, he seems to prefer some unexpected young people."
"Who?" Keel didn't understand what this person was talking about.
"Nothing. Let's do the math. Wait a minute." With that said, the craftsman left the place, opened a metal door with a key and some magic, waited a while, and showed Kiel before he took it The old tray came over.
Putting the things on the stone table, the mysterious craftsman gave Kiel the price of each magic material, all of which were the same as last time, without any change.
Then, Kiel paid gold coins one by one according to the type of magic material.
The most expensive piece is the piece of metal blessed by the Church of the Sun God. A small piece costs more than a hundred gold coins.
Then there is fire-absorbing gold, which is also very expensive, and according to the mysterious craftsman, there are not many churches, and even fewer are allocated to his weapon forging workshop.
When asked where Kiel planned to use this thing, Kiel replied to the craftsman: "I plan to use it on my new metal armor. After all, it seems a bit strange to have a fireproof effect on weapons or shields. Especially for me The shield is a bit strange and inconvenient. Moreover, the shield must actively resist the opponent's attack, and I am afraid that it will be scraped off after being hit by the enemy's weapon."
"Haha, that makes sense." The craftsman said with a smile.
Then there is the spherical moonlight iron made by the tree heart of the Saturnalia Church and the shepherd of the newly promoted moon god. Since there is only one piece for everything or only one piece for Kiel, although the unit price is expensive, the total price is still cheaper than fire-absorbing gold.
As for black iron and copper, Keel bought the largest quantities he could.
Even so, if you don't look at the ugly face of the craftsman on the opposite side, Kiel's gold coins have not been spent yet.
The craftsman repeatedly took out the magic materials purchased by Kiel from the warehouse, weighed them, paid for them, and then put these precious materials into bags and gave them to Kiel.
The bag was even the same as Kiel's previous bag of gold coins.
Finally, Kiel asked carefully: "Well, do you want to charge for forging and modifying my long sword?"
The craftsman shook his head: "I won't accept it this time, after all, I didn't expect that you would plan to apply five kinds of magic materials to the contaminated long sword. Actually, I am also very interested in what can be forged. "
"Thank you for your support." Kiel collected the remaining gold coins into the largest purse, then put it into the backpack, and then put a piece of the Sun God church blessing metal piece, a spherical moonlight iron, and a piece of farm The blessed wooden core of the Church of God~www.mtlnovel.com~ each contains bags of red copper and black iron materials, and put them on the stone table in turn.
"Please accept the materials."
"Let me see, this thing, this thing, this thing is enough." The craftsman took the metal sheet, the moonlight iron, and the blessed wood core, and then took out Kiel's hunting from the cabinet in the house. After pulling out the long sword, he carefully judged the contamination of Kiel's long sword, and the length and thickness of the blade of his long sword, and then weighed out the required amount from Kiel's bag containing red copper and black iron. The number of magic materials.
Not too much and not too little was used, and only one-sixth of each bag was taken.
I can see what Keir wants to say: "Young man, don't look at the small amount of red copper and black iron, but their weight is not light. If you use these two materials to make weapons, it's not impossible, but your arms are too thin No, you can't use it. If it's a knight, it's all right."
The craftsman laughed at Kiel's arm, and then gestured at his powerful arm: "My arm is so thick, it doesn't work. After all, the use of weapons is not like blacksmithing. The range of motion is not only large, but also varied. The force and exertion are beyond what ordinary people can bear.”
He put away the materials given by Kiel again, and put them together with Kiel's long sword: "The forging starts tomorrow, and it will take a whole day. If you are free, you can come and have a look. This opportunity is very rare , The apprentices in the workshop have no chance to visit at all. If other craftsmen want to help me, I have to see how their forging skills are. Guys who can only forge some ordinary weapons are not qualified at all, you know?"
"Okay, I'll come over early tomorrow morning!" Kiel promised, he didn't care how the craftsmen were divided into ranks. He just wants to hurry to tomorrow and witness the rebirth of his weapon with his own eyes.