PS: Some readers say that the Holy Grail Knight is a T4 cavalry, and that it can't even beat a little Knight. I just want to say, don't use the data in the game as a benchmark. The game needs to be balanced. In the military books and background settings, the Holy Grail Knight is the Old World's number one cavalry unit. By the way, in the Old World, the Dragon Prince is not from the Old World.
PS2: This chapter is 4,700 words. Please enjoy!
Under the cold winter snow, Angelo was using a sledgehammer to hit an iron ingot. When he saw Laing, he threw the sledgehammer away and laughed. "Brother? You're back? "
"Yes, brother. I'm back. Why are you here?" Leon walked in and introduced Angelo to Veronica. "This is my elder brother, my biological brother. His name is Angelo."
"Hello! Mr. Angelo! " Veronica said sweetly. She then bowed and greeted him. "I'm Veronica, Veronica Benadotte. I'm Laing's magic consultant. I'm also his woman."
Wizard Garland could tell at a glance that the big knight in front of her was immeasurably strong.
"Ha ha ha, hello." Angelo did not want to pay attention to the witch, but after hearing her last sentence, he felt that it was necessary to be polite. So, the World Eater Gene Prototype nodded as a greeting. His attitude was more amiable. "Hello, Ms. Benadotte. You can call me Angelo like Laing."
"Yes, brother Angelo!" Wizard Garland immediately took advantage of the situation. She did not appear to be overly affectionate. She just held Laing's hand and returned to her silent state when she was with Laing.
"Laing, my brother, you know that I lack a good weapon now." In the snow, Angelo signaled for everyone to come in. "This dwarf is here. I want to ask him to make a good weapon for me."
The workshop built along the river occupied a large area and was fully equipped with all the necessary equipment for a blacksmith. Seeing that Laing was present, the wood elves were patient and didn't rush to speak.
"Hey, you tall guy, I can't make the weapon you want in such a short time." At this time, a voice came from the workshop. The dwarf rune craftsman, Deron Fiennes, came out of the workshop while stroking his big beard. The dwarf's white beard and face were full of light, but he looked a little distressed. "Tall man, Mr. Anglo, I've never seen the kind of weapon that looks like an axe and a hammer that you want. Based on your description alone, I think it might be a powerful magic weapon. Then you asked for this kind of axe to have the ability to attack magic, accept the infusion of energy, and be strong enough. I think you're making things difficult for me."
Anglo scratched his head in distress. "I think I've described it in detail enough, Mr. Deron. I'm a warrior, not an artist. I don't have the experience of making weapons. I've only used that kind of weapon."
"Then if you want to use that kind of weapon, at least you've used it yourself. Do you have a sample?" The dwarf's human language was a little awkward, so he spoke in plain language so that everyone could understand.
"Uh … I don't have it now." Anglo still couldn't give Deron a satisfactory answer. The dwarf helplessly muttered something in dwarven language. No one could hear what he said clearly. Then the dwarves noticed the people outside.
Deron ignored the elves first. He patted his stomach, held a large hammer in his hand, and said to Laing, "Oh! Baron, the place you've introduced to me is great. It has everything, and the place is big. I like it very much! It can be used with a little modification. If you don't change your mind, I plan to settle down here. "
"Of course I won't change my mind, Mr. Deron." Laing nodded. "The friendship between humans and dwarves can be traced back 1,500 years or even longer. As long as I exist, my territory will always be open to my dwarven friends."
"Then I really hope you can live a little longer, Mr. Laing." Deron liked this kind of forthright human. He stroked his beard and then shook hands with Laing.
So in a few words, the rune craftsman confirmed that he would stay in Baron Zeon's territory, and Laing also got an excellent dwarf blacksmith.
Most dwarves liked to live in the mountains. They were the people of the mountains, but a considerable number of dwarves would go out of the mountains and live in human countries.
"Occasionally, you have to go to the mountains and the world outside. They only know how to drink, fight, and shoot cannons. If you can firmly step out of the mountains, a good life will come. There is also wealth, glory, and advanced technology outside. "
— — Master Dwarf Craftsman Girard Konst of the Empire
"Oh! Pointy Ears is here! " After reaching an agreement with Laing, the dwarf finally had the energy to deal with the wood elves who came to pick up the goods. "You suddenly asked me to order so many goods. How can I have the energy to order them for you? I've made some here, and I've marked the price. You can do as you see fit! "
"You! Damn bearded dwarf … "The captain of the Eternal Guard, Anas, was enraged. The wood elves who usually enjoyed superior treatment had never been treated so coldly.
The captain of the Eternal Guard's face was gloomy, but thinking that they were in human territory and Laing and the others were present, he nodded. "Well, let's go take a look."
The whole exchange between the wood elves and the dwarves was narrated by Astaire and Laing. The whole process was quite laborious.
This was the portrayal of the relationship between the dwarves and the elves. These two races had a fierce war thousands of years ago. Later, when the elves retreated from the old world, both sides made peace and agreed to let bygones be bygones. For this reason, the Phoenix King Crown of the elves was left in the dwarves' collection room forever (the elves had to make a new one), and the hatred between the dwarves and the elves was erased in the Book of Hatred.
Despite this, the relationship between the dwarves and the elves was still very cold. These two forces had never established diplomatic relations, nor did they trade directly. If the elves wanted to get the refined products of the dwarves, and if the dwarves wanted to get the various magical creations of the elves, they had to go through the humans as the middlemen.
Although Delon Fiennes' attitude was not good, about ten fine steel longswords and twenty runic breastplates had been made in the blacksmith workshop. Although the number was far from meeting the needs of the wood elves, the wood elves did not care about this for the time being. They left a bag of gold coins and hurriedly took it and wanted to leave. "Then, Sir Laing, we'll take our leave first."
"Is it that urgent?" Laing could see that the wood elves had never intended to let external forces interfere with the internal affairs of the forest, so he could only ask Astaire who stayed behind. The half-elf did not leave with the wood elves.
Astaire was wearing a green cloak with a deerskin coat inside. After hearing Laing's words, the half-elf smiled bitterly. "It is indeed urgent. In this season, we can't wake up the treants and ancient tree guards. We can only rely on ourselves."
"But even in this difficult time, they still don't want a half-elf like you to go back and help?" Laing said half-jokingly and half-sarcastically.
"That's right, sigh. Otherwise, I wouldn't have left the forest to look for opportunities." Astaire also sighed. Half-elves had always tried their best to integrate into wood elf society, but the wood elves had always treated him as an illegitimate child who had contact with the outside world. They would think of him whenever they needed him, but they had never truly treated him as one of their own.
"Then stay. We're old friends. Midwinter is here, so it's not a problem to leave a room for you in the castle." Laing said.
"Stay? Then, are you willing to leave a place for me among your followers? "Astell asked in return.
"…" Laing couldn't help but frown. The half-elf was eyeing the knight position in his hands.
Baron Zeon had five ranger knights and two royal knights under his command. Among them were Lopes from Nord, Olivier from Marienburg, Hex from Le-Angoulan, and Anglo who was chatting with the dwarven craftsmen. The royal knights hadn't been conferred yet, so it was clear that the half-elf was eyeing the remaining knight position in his hands.
"I'm inviting you to celebrate the Winter Veil with me, not to be my subordinate. Astaire, you need to do more to move me." Laing naturally refused. Astaire could tell that he didn't say anything definite.
"I have a friend who's also a half-elf like me. He's a peak elite ranger. Can I bring him to celebrate the festival?" Astaire asked after some thought.
"Of course. I welcome powerful half-elves with all kinds of skills to live here." Laing's eyes lit up. This was a good idea.
The Knight Kingdom had the most powerful knight troop in the Old World, but it was severely lacking in long-range infantry. Among them, the only long-range infantry were serf archers. It was naturally best to have a half-elf ranger like Astaire, who had superb skills, join.
The serf archers did have short bows and arrows in their hands, but the serfs lacked both strength and accuracy. In short, as long as a serf could draw the bow and know how to shoot in the direction of the enemy, the knights would consider him a qualified archer.
Only the Duchy of Bastogne had a unique troop class called the longbowmen. The longbowmen's bows were made of yew and took two to four years of effort. A longbowman had to be trained from a young age. They would train for their entire life. Duke Bastogne stipulated that the longbowmen enjoyed much better treatment than ordinary serfs, but at the same time, the longbowmen had to go to the castle every week for training. They also had to register their household register and name.
Therefore, the training of the longbowmen was not done overnight. Laing had the idea of the crossbows made by the dwarves.
"Mr. Dylon, can you make crossbows here? The kind used by the dwarves? The kind that can be fired by pulling the trigger? "Laing asked.
"Of course. What can't our Fiennes family make?" The dwarf stroked his white beard proudly. "Mr. Laing, do you need me to make a dwarf crossbow for you? This kind of crossbow is very simple. I promise that as long as you're not mentally retarded, you can use this kind of crossbow very skillfully after two or three months of training. It can also guarantee good lethality, which means that the range is slightly worse than the bow. "
"Well, Mr. Dylon, try to make some first. I'll let the infantrymen try it after they're equipped." Laing agreed.
"Oh, by the way, Mr. Laing, I don't think I can make the kind of weapon your brother asked for," the dwarf said. "It's not that I don't know how to make mithril weapons and vibranium weapons, but I've never heard of a weapon that can perfectly mix these two metals. I guess your brother wants me to make a Divine Artifact, right?" The dwarven blacksmith continued. He looked troubled.
"Uh …" Laing thought that Angelo was probably talking about a power axe, but how could the dwarves of this world produce such a thing with hammers and bellows?
It was an indisputable fact that Angelo lacked a suitable weapon.
Laing had a mithril vein with the president of the Luigi Chamber of Commerce, Hadrian, but he did not have vibranium. So Laing and the others negotiated for a while. Dylon said that he was willing to make a few mithril soft armors for Laing and his knights first. Angelo's weapon would be a little slower. The dwarf himself only brought seven or eight apprentices to Laing's territory.
The group followed the dwarf craftsmen to visit the whole workshop. The workshop was ordered to be reorganized by the dwarf craftsmen, giving people a brand-new feeling. The dwarf craftsmen walked in front and said, "I didn't expect the scale of the workshop here to be so big. It seems that I have too few people."
Veronica, who was holding Leon's arm, opened her mouth. The witch smiled and said, "Then Mr. Delong can write a letter to ask more dwarven friends to join us. As long as they are dwarven friends with skills, we welcome them here."
"Hahahahaha ~" Deron Fiennes laughed out loud. He stretched out his strong arm and pointed at Veronica's nose with his stubby finger. "Little girl, you're dreaming. You've tricked me here, and now you want to trick my brothers and sisters here?"
"This is not cheating, this is solicitation. I can set aside a special community for you and pay you a high salary. You can also open more trade routes. If necessary, we can also act as intermediaries for you and your people so that you can buy other goods, such as Winford's wine, the wood elves' gems …" Laing also said with a smile.
His territory needed dwarves, and the dwarves who came out of the mountains also hoped to do something for their people.
"Well … I think Mr. Laing's words are quite nice, but brother, I just came here not long ago. I still need to observe for a while." The dwarf craftsman was indeed a little moved. He thought to himself that it was rare to see a knight lord who did not discriminate against dwarves and welcomed them in Brittany. If Laing was really so friendly to dwarves, then he could still invite some of his people to come here and work for him, but now he still needed to wait and see.
"Okay." At this point, Laing could not say anything else, so he took out a roll of parchment and gave it to the dwarf. "This is the new enchantment technology I promised you."
The dwarf was immediately attracted by the symbol on the parchment. It was a symbol like a star, shining with white light on the parchment. "This is?! This is a brand new enchantment rune and enchantment technology. God, I've never seen it before! "
"This is a symbol of my friendship with Mr. Deron." Laing stuffed the parchment into the dwarf's hand with a smile on his face.
"… Get out." After looking at the parchment for a long time, Deron Fiennes suddenly said, "All of you, get out!"
"What?"
"All of you, get out! I'm going to close the door and study this brand new rune and enchantment technology. All of you, get out and don't disturb me! "
"Okay, okay, okay!" Laing and the others retreated from the blacksmith workshop.
After the door was firmly shut, Angelo looked at the tightly shut door and then at Ryan and the others. He muttered, "Brother, after what you did, I didn't even get my weapon. I even helped him forge iron for three hours!"
"Hahahahaha!" The group couldn't help laughing. Laing had to pat Anglo's arm and say, "Brother, I'll think of a way to get your weapon. I'll ask father."
"Okay, then I'll go back first. It's so cold. I need to add some straw to my cows. Otherwise, they'll freeze to death." Anglo seemed to have been waiting for Laing to say that. Seeing him speak, the World Eater geno prototype smiled. He used the strength that could kill two cows to pat Laing's shoulder. "Then I'll wait for your good news. Haha!"
After Anglo left, Veronica held Laing's arm and breathed in his ear. "Where are we going next?"
"Next, we'll go to the vineyard and have a look. You can also choose a location for your wizard tower."
"Okay!"
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