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Chapter 255

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Suren did not have a clear idea of the power he possessed. The process of "tanning" leather did not have a "horizontal comparison" in an era when information was not developed. That was because craftsmen who made equipment and weapons usually stayed in one place for their entire lives. They did not have access to information, and most of the time, they even cherished their knowledge. Only a "player" like Roddy would choose the so-called "best plan" to make equipment after systematic research and comparison. As for the "natives" in the game, they probably never thought that a piece of equipment needed to be "made by multiple people".

Rody was well aware of his own strengths and weaknesses. Although the Stalker's Suit that he had previously made was very powerful, the magical properties of the Chimera's Beast's scales were only 30% effective. The low level was one of the reasons, but the low tanning effect accounted for at least 70% of the magical properties. This was something that could not be helped because no leathermaker in the game was as special as Suren. If Suren had been the one to process the armor, the magical properties would have increased by at least 35% or more.

Naturally, Suren did not realize this, because apart from "tanning", he was not better than Roddy in any other aspect — and he knew nothing about it.

At this moment, Su Lun reached out to pick up the wrist guard that had yet to be stitched up. He glanced at it and said, "The skin of a Fire Thorn Iguana shouldn't be cut like this. If it's cut like this, the energy inside the skin will be disrupted.

"Isn't the suture a little too far outside?"

"How can you use a reverse stitch here?"

There was no special system for leathermaking. Almost every famous leathermaker had their own unique opinions, and Suren was no exception. When faced with Roddy's half-finished product, the first thing he thought of was to "nitpick". But Roddy, who stood behind him, did not argue. He only nodded and said, "You're right."

"Hmm?

Suren was puzzled. He thought that Roddy would be surprised and ask for the reason, but judging from his tone, it seemed that he already knew about it.

"Then why —"

Before Suren could finish, there was a sudden knock on the door. He turned around and saw a heavily armed soldier standing at the door. His attention was immediately attracted and he forgot what he wanted to ask.

"Lord Roddy, there's a group of soldiers outside."

Suren pricked up his ears, curious as to what kind of soldier would come looking for Roddy. However, he did not notice the inconspicuous "finished wristguard" among the pile of junk on the table.

"Who is it? Looking for me?

Roddy asked casually.

"It's Lord Angmar's team.

This sentence caused Su Lun's expression to stiffen.

"Oh, what are they doing here? A letter?

"No, it's just an old man who claims to be Duke's butler. He said he's here to bring you to Hollyford.

Such an answer made Suren choke. He had wanted to ask something, but his words were stuck in his throat because of the soldier's words.

"Heh — it's quite ostentatious. Roddy didn't look too surprised. He just nodded and said, "I'll see him later.

The soldier took his orders and left. Roddy then turned his attention back to Suren. "By the way, where were we?

"Uh, speaking of leather-making techniques, your sewing technique is actually a little special, but I think it's still pretty good.

Suren didn't dare to criticize Roddy like before. His tone had changed. Roddy naturally knew what he was thinking, but he didn't expose him. He just smiled and said, "Everyone's way of making equipment is different. Let me finish this set of equipment and you can take a look at it.

"No problem. We'll talk about it later.

Suren didn't take this to heart. He just thought to himself that it would be strange if Roddy did a good job. He forced a smile on his face and felt that Roddy's method was a little wasteful.

* * * * *

While all this was happening in the manor, the "Wolverine Mercenary Regiment" was shouting about how to deal with Roddy.

The dignified deputy leader was beaten up by the town's patrol team and thrown to the side of the road like trash. This was a complete humiliation to the "Wolverine Mercenary Regiment". Moreover, the one who did all this was the town's newest ruler. This caused the mercenaries who thought highly of themselves to immediately unite against a common enemy.

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"Catch them! Punish the murderer! "

"What's there to be proud of for a lord who hasn't even grown his hair? He's all bark and no bite! "

"I'm going to skin that bastard right now!"

Of course, there were soldiers who objected, but they were quickly drowned in the tide of criticism. Deputy Leader Davey had long lost his rationality due to anger. He had already ordered all the mercenaries who were currently on vacation in the town to prepare to attack the baron's mansion. If it wasn't for the fact that he was heavily injured and couldn't go to the door, perhaps he would have already rushed up with his dagger.

"These bastards must pay the price!"

"That's for sure. Rest well and leave the rest to me. Leader Lesley persuaded him with kind words. "After the team gathers, I'll directly deal with them. We'll make our move in three hours."

After hearing this, Davey lay back on his bed in satisfaction. When Lesley returned to his bedroom, his face had also turned gloomy. This was not a small matter. It basically meant that Lord Sodelot was "irreconcilable" with them. Next, his choice was very simple: Swallow this anger and compromise, or do everything in his power to force Sodelot to give in.

If it was any other town, the mercenary regiment would not dare to go against the lord. But in Gigg Town, the power of the "Wolverine Mercenary Regiment" gave Lesley absolute confidence.

"Surround the manor and fully arm yourselves. If necessary, directly start a war!"

Lesley fiercely ordered, "Double the allowance and pay the salary. This is not a child's play!"

"Yes!"

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