Heimarian Odyssey Chapter 392: The King of Iron Fists
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"Yes." Keane nodded.
Robins joined the army with Old Bru many years ago. They are brothers in a small team. Old Bru fought fiercely on the battlefield, while Robbins was calm and enterprising.
Seeing this familiar long sword, Robbins clad in tendons, standing in place, seems to recall the prosperous years.
Robins did not speak, and Keane did not move. In terms of seniority, Robbins is his uncle. Although he is an adult, Keane still follows the attitude of juniors.
Half a minute later, Robbins woke up from the memory, took the long sword in Keane's hand, weighed and said, "This sword is not heavy, it is a pity to melt farm tools, it can only be sold to those in the past Adventurer."
Kean did not speak, and listened respectfully. He knew that Uncle Robbins would not cheat him. This was an elder who had a life relationship with Old Bruce.
"His Majesty, who was newly appointed this year, issued an iron ban. The price of iron ore has risen a lot. Your sword can sell for a lot of money, but it's not much. You have to be mentally prepared. "Robins said. "Six Yindler, this is the limit I gave."
Kean heard it and grinned, "Too many, Uncle Robbins, you don't have to..."
Robins waved to interrupt what Keane was about to say, "I have been ironing for so many years and will not do a loss-making business. Don't worry."
I was worried about Uncle Robbins's goodness, and Keane thought about bringing Uncle Robbins some specialties at home next time he came to town.
The original idea of this long sword Keane was to sell five silver Delers to the sky. Uncle Robbins is definitely making a loss.
Having never been on the battlefield, you don’t even know how much the friendship between your comrades-in-arms is. The hardship of life makes all the civilians in Sciacca Town busy to make ends meet. Even during the holidays, they rarely move with each other.
Only at the annual Oktoberfest, the people of Sciacca Town and the six surrounding villages will get together to wish this grand event together.
It is also at that time of the year that Keane needs to go home early the next morning with Old Blue on his back.
People are in their 30s and 40s, they are about to enter the soil, and when they drink, they are exactly the same as when they joined the army. Hundreds of old men gathered together and could drink one third of the beer festival.
Kean doesn't really understand this so-called comradeship. Now Faustin has a strong national strength, and there is no need for extra young adults to enlist in the army, and Keane has no chance to experience his father's original life.
"What else is needed, let's say it all at once." Robbins looked at Keane and said. He didn't believe that Old Bulu would sell his long sword without warning.
"A silver ring doesn't need to be too heavy, just looks good." Keane said blushing.
Robins glanced at Keane thoughtfully, "You take these two silver dellers, four silver dellers are enough to make the ring." Turned back and went to the house to get two. Indler, Robbins photographed Keane's hands.
"Pick it up in a week." After speaking, Robbins returned to the iron room.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!" The rhythmic voice came out again, accompanied by a rough roar from Robbins, "Be good to your wife, and let the old and young blues move his stumped leg. !"
The words were rough, but Keane listened very warmly, and once again thanked Uncle Robbins in the forge before leaving here.
In the blacksmith's shop, the heavy hammer beating the iron slowly stopped, and Robbins suddenly missed his son who was an apprentice tailor in Baron City.
"Let's see him in a while. I have been married for two years and haven't given birth to a grandson. I'm not as good as the cub of the old Bruce." Robbins thought.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!" The knocking sound continued.
Different people have different ways of living. For ordinary people living in the countryside, such as Lao Bulu and Keane, they may live a lifetime of farming and eating coarse grains that can fill their stomachs.
Maybe there will be ideals. Country folks don’t know what ideals are. Ideals mean hope. Keane’s current hope is to buy new cloth and silver rings for his wife. Old Bulu’s hope is to live to see his grandson. Big.
The people in the city also have the same way of living as the people in the city. Today, everyone in Flor City, the capital of Faustan, is very happy.
Their wise and great King, yesterday morning issued a decree covering the whole country: to reduce taxes by 30% in the second half of this year and next year.
Thirty percent of the tax is a lot. For the residents of the royal capital, it means paying a few silver deli less a year. For the rural farmers, they can eat more than a dozen meals of bread outside of holidays.
The people of Flor City like to inquire about gossip. Why did the king give this order? It was because the king’s relatives and sisters returned to China. The king was overjoyed and issued this decree.
All Faustans who knew the reason were happy for the return of the princess.
In the days of national celebration, Angelina, as the party concerned, was not in a happy mood.
On the contrary, since returning to Flor City yesterday morning, he shut himself in the house, and anyone with a discerning eye can see Angelina's sadness.
Locke has not known how many times she has tried to persuade her, but Angelina didn't say anything, just cried in her arms. What Locke can do is to stay with her since yesterday morning.
"Oh!" Outside the princess's bedroom, King Kensell, who was wearing a costume, sighed, holding the king's scepter.
My sister came back to be a happy day, but because she heard that her father passed away last year, she was so sad that even Kensell herself had a bit of seeing things and thinking about others, thinking of the old king who was harsh and paid for herself.
"Your Majesty, the ministers and nobles are waiting in the side hall." An attendant walked to Kensell and said in a low voice.
I adjusted my emotions, Kensell's expression recovered calmly, "Well, let's pass now."
The high-ranking servants who have been out for many years in the kingdom and the first-class knights of the two marquis families have returned. Some of the pillars of the family have fallen in the plane war, and some have greatly improved their strength and brought back various precious materials. The little princes began to surging undercurrents, Faustin was not as calm as he seemed.
Kensel, who had succeeded for one year, had just consolidated his kingship and faced a major challenge.
"Call the chef to prepare food for the princess and Rock Knight, and then send it in." Although it has already gone far, Kensell's words still echoed in this palace.
The maids and servants who have only entered the palace in the last two years, it became clear that His Majesty Kensell really cares about his sister as rumored.
The side hall is noisy and noisy, and Kensell's head hurts due to the noise before it approaches.
The king is indeed not so easy to be a king, it is much harder than leading soldiers to fight, after any year, Kensell has a deep understanding.
When His Majesty the King came in, the voice in the side hall became a little weaker.
The reason for this is not their respect for the king, but fear.
When Kensell succeeded to the throne last year, there were several nobles and ministers personally executed, and the small families involved in the destruction are unknown. The city of Flor was filled with blood for a month.
This is an iron-fisted king, stronger than the last old king.