In Suren's eyes, the wristguard that Roddy handed to him was no different from the half-finished product he had seen before. According to his understanding, once the magic nodes in a magical beast's fur were disrupted, no matter how hard he tried, he would not be able to make a top-grade one.
But when he thought of the difference in status between him and Roddy, Suren cautiously accepted the wristguard with both hands. His idea was simple. He would simply praise the wristguard and then point out the flaws. That way, Roddy would be convinced, right?
Looking at Roddy, Suren realized that the latter did not seem to care about what he said. Roddy casually sat in front of the table and began to tidy up the remaining materials.
Was this a common problem of leaders? Blind confidence in oneself?
Suren shook his head helplessly. He glanced at the wristguard and was about to speak when his brows suddenly furrowed.
"What … is this?"
For a moment, many questions popped up in his mind, but he didn't know which one to ask. He had seen this kind of sewing and cutting method before, but after making it … it shouldn't have this kind of effect!
As a skilled leathermaker, Suren knew the concept of "magic nodes", which proved that he was much stronger than ordinary leathersmiths. However, his idea of how to use these "magic nodes" differed greatly from Roddy. Suren's approach was to "let nature take its course" and not disrupt the operation of the "nodes". This way, the equipment he made could at least maintain some of the original effects of the magical beast. If he was lucky, it might even have additional protective effects.
Roddy's approach was the complete opposite of Suren's. He completely disrupted the operation of the magic nodes and forcibly "reorganized" them!
Suren felt his hands tremble. He suddenly thought of a possibility: Did Roddy deliberately disrupt the magic nodes?
Suren's scalp tingled as he carefully observed the stitching patterns. Not to mention the material used, just the fact that there were no mistakes was enough to call it a "master's" work. The design of the mithril lock was also completely different from previous designs. It was firm and easy to remove.
Suren did not think too much about it. He reached out and put the wristguard on his left arm. Then, he clearly felt a dense wave of magic ripple on his arm and spread throughout his body!
"How is this possible?!"
Excellent equipment would not have such a strong reaction. Only the legendary "magical equipment" could bring about such an effect. Suren had only worn magical equipment once in his life, so he could clearly tell what it meant.
Turning the skin of a low-level magical beast into a piece of magical equipment was no less than someone turning rusty copper coins into gold coins in an instant.
"Why not?"
Roddy's question seemed to come from far away. Suren shuddered and instantly realized how ridiculous his previous thoughts were!
How could he keep thinking of showing off in front of Roddy with his meager abilities? I'm afraid he can't even compare to one-tenth of his abilities …
Recalling his previous thoughts, Su Lun could not help but blush. He hurriedly removed the wrist guard and placed it on the table. "You … You're a leather crafting grandmaster?"
Roddy did not answer the question. Instead, he took out a piece of parchment filled with words and patterns and handed it to Suren. "I know what you want to ask. I disrupted the magic nodes to reorganize them."
"Because I know very well that keeping the magic nodes the same as before was a mistake from the very beginning."
What people feared the most was not insufficient effort, but when they thought they were on the path to success for half a lifetime, they suddenly realized that they were heading in the wrong direction.
Suren's face paled. For a moment, he could not accept what Roddy had just said. When he looked at the parchment that Roddy handed to him, he froze as if he had been struck by lightning. His chest heaved up and down a few times, and he stammered, "You … You're giving this to me?"
There was nothing else on the parchment except for the rules of reorganizing magic nodes and the secrets of making "magical equipment"!
Suren was shocked because this kind of thing was usually a "secret" passed down by a leather crafting family. It was not an exaggeration to say that it was a "priceless treasure" passed down from generation to generation. But now, Roddy gave it to him so casually. What did this mean?
Roddy seemed to have guessed what he was thinking. He asked, "You want to hear the truth?"
Suren nodded.
"I know that you're better at tanning than most people. That's why I came to you."
This was the truth, and Roddy had no intention of hiding it. "But I think … your ability is not limited to tanning."
"I'll try my best to teach you what I know, and I'll find better materials for you. As long as you're willing, you'll be my personal leather crafting master. You'll become a senior-rank leather crafting master, and then you'll reach 'Grand Master' or even 'Grand Master'."
As he spoke, the number of "Grand Master" leather crafters in the whole kingdom could be counted on two hands seemed to have become cabbages. But Roddy's indifferent tone made Suren believe that he was not just making empty promises.
This did not seem like a negotiation, but the confrontation was completed in silence. Roddy took the initiative and broke down Suren's psychological defense without any bloodshed. He tapped the neatly cut leather armor with his fingers and asked Suren softly, "What do you think?"
*****
The next morning.
The undead who was part of the Wolverine Mercenary Team had his head chopped off, and his head, which was covered in burn marks, was stabbed into a wooden stake. His hideous and painful expression was clearly visible, silently intimidating those who had once looked down on Sodelor, as well as the undead scouts who had been tempted to make a move.
The morning wind was cold. Before the sun rose, everything was dark blue. Duke's guards were ready to go after breakfast. More than 40 warhorses stood outside the manor, neighing loudly. When Roddy walked out of the manor, a spacious and comfortable carriage was already parked in front of the door.
Butler John personally escorted Rody away. He stood respectfully beside the carriage and waited.
"Act according to the situation. I'll leave this place to you."
Standing in front of his subordinates, Roddy gave a few simple instructions to Sodelor. His words were full of trust.
"It's probably not a good choice to keep hiding like this. Don't you want to stand in front of the stage?"
Sodelor asked in a low voice. He then glanced at Steward John and added, "Miss Sally will definitely come back. I think you should seize this opportunity. The Lucifron family is a good choice."
"You're really …"
Roddy did not know whether to laugh or cry. Did Sodelor really want him to be a gigolo? But then he thought about it. In the eyes of the nobles of the Kingdom of Karen, "marriage" was the most common way to get to the top. Sodelor knew Sally's attitude toward him, so it was normal for him to have such an idea.
"I've never thought about marriage, but I do have plans to become a noble. And … it's probably going to be implemented soon. If there's any movement, I'll inform you immediately to prepare."
"Okay, I'll wait for your orders."
Sodelor saluted, followed by a noble salute. This meant that in his heart, obedience to Roddy was always his first priority.
Roddy nodded. Without another word, he turned around and got ready to board the carriage.
It was now the winter of the year 588. There was not much time left until the year 590. Obtaining the "unclaimed territory" had become Roddy's next biggest goal. He went to Hollier to "receive the reward" with the idea of "planning to open up the territory."
Because there were guards escorting him, Roddy did not intend to bring scouts to protect him. There were only two people accompanying him. One was Suren, who was studying the parchment day and night, and the other was Natha, who carried a short bow on her back and pulled up her hood.
The priest, Akasha, was left behind. She stood in the group that had come to see them off. She had a reluctant expression on her face. In the morning, she saw Rody carrying the semi-finished leather armor. After asking, she found out that one of the armor was made by Rody for the Wood Elf. When she thought of this, she felt a little uncomfortable.
Why was it only for her? Just because she was a Wood Elf?
Because she was beautiful? Or because she had a good figure?
Akasha looked down at her chest. From this angle, she could not even see the tips of her feet. After secretly comparing it with Natha, she could not help but have some absurd thoughts. Could it be that he was more interested in small breasts …
Forget it, forget it. What are you thinking about …
Akasha, who was always adaptable to circumstances, shook her head and drove these thoughts out of her mind. She touched the ring with her fingertips, and when she looked up, her eyes met with Roddy's.
She wanted to say something, but found that Roddy was looking at the top of her head. He suddenly raised his eyebrows and said something strange, "Akasha, this … can be embedded with runes."
"Ah? What runes? "
Akasha did not understand.
"It's okay. I'll tell you when I come back. Practice well and be alert at all times." Roddy was obviously a little distracted. After saying these words absentmindedly, he looked away. Akasha was a little dumbfounded.
This made Akasha a little dumbfounded. Why didn't the master that she followed even say goodbye? Could it be that he was angry with her?
The carriage moved quickly. Akasha raised her hand and wanted to wave a few times, but she saw that Roddy had already closed the wooden window of the carriage. She immediately pouted, but then she knew that it was useless to be angry. She could only sigh and watch the carriages gradually go away.
Sodelor noticed this scene. He coughed dryly and turned to walk away. He sighed in his heart that Roddy was really slow. He turned to the whispering Ruger and Carter beside him and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? Go, go, go. Noon training as usual. Those who are supposed to patrol, go on patrol … "
After the battle, the soldiers' spirits were already relaxed. Ruger and Carter laughed and walked away. The maids in the manor began to busy themselves. The scouts who delivered the information moved stacks of files over. The stewards who used to belong to Viscount Tranka were nervously lined up outside waiting to be summoned. They pointed at the head inserted in front of the manor door with fear.
From the time they left Hollier City until now, they had finally gained a foothold. Perhaps this was the true meaning of several life and death battles.
Sodelor sighed and turned to the living room.
A few hundred meters away, Rody was quietly looking at the [Mission Bar]. He rubbed his eyes, feeling a headache. "The Epic Undead Mission, the Beastmen's movement, the ownerless territory … and the time limit is only 150 days."
Raising his head, he looked at the edge of the forest that was getting closer and closer. He listened to the bumpy road and the friction of the wheels, but he was even more distressed about the problem that he discovered after checking Akasha's status panel.
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