Lord of Rot

Chapter 441 Hello, Worker (5500 words) (Page 13)

Bang!

Bang!

The hammer struck the sword embryo, and a series of sparks flew out.

The young man with a decadent face shrank back in fear, but he could not escape the fate of Mars leaving several ventilation and cooling holes in his clothes.

The sound of hammering stopped.

"Henry! Pray to the gods, and then follow me to learn blacksmithing carefully. There must be a skill in you. There are wars everywhere recently. Those people need a lot of weapons and armor. When you can make weapons like me, you can also do it yourself Open a blacksmith shop, earn more money and build a wooden house of your own. Without your own house, no girl will be willing to marry you!"

Henry listened to his father's nagging and muttered in his heart: "I don't think grinding rusty weapons with a whetstone and hitting iron sheets with a hammer can make you a qualified blacksmith."

He bought charcoal for his father every day to burn the stove, and watched him sweating profusely as he pounded the worn-out weapons he bought from everywhere, and then repaired them piece by piece, but only collected a little money each time, barely supporting the family. Most of the money is spent on charcoal, and only a small part can be exchanged for a glass of cold beer in the cellar in front of the hot stove.

And this kind of life is already better than that of most people in the village. If the prince hadn't sent some smelly dried fish some time ago, many people would have starved to death.

"Besides, Teresa won't like a smelly, sweaty blacksmith," he thought to himself.

Rather than being a blacksmith, Henry wanted to be a knight holding a sword and killing enemies on the battlefield. He imagined that he would ride a horse across a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, and then stop at an even number with his chest in his arms and his eyes full of stars. In front of the tavern maid, he bent down and gently grabbed her hand, pulled her onto the saddle, put his arms around her slender waist, and smelled the ale on her body and her hair that was filled with the smell of soap, amidst the adoration and cheers of the people. Running towards the sunset.

"What did you say?" Henry's father seemed to be able to read minds.

Henry's neck shrank subconsciously, and then he seemed to feel that his reaction just now was not like a knight, so he frowned and said: "I didn't say anything!"

After speaking, his neck shrunk again, and his shoulders even slumped down. This was due to his instinctive fear of his father.

If anyone with a monkey collar were standing here, they would definitely recognize that the idle Henry looked very much like an ostrich.

"Then go and bring me a bottle of wine," said Henry's father: "And Nikus, that bastard owes me a sum of money and it's time to pay it back today. Go ask him for the money, and then use the money to buy some charcoal." Come back…and have beer!”

Henry's father kept emphasizing, as if his son was deaf. In fact, his son was often disobedient and hung out with those uneducated guys who only threw cow dung. He was not only deaf, but also stupid.

"Nikus?"

The scoundrels in that village were not easy to deal with. Henry and some of his good friends were about to throw cow dung at him, but they caught up with him and got beaten up.

But seeing the beard jumping on his father's face and shouting loudly, he felt that Nikus should not be more terrifying than his father.

“And you can also go to the tavern and see Theresa.”

He hummed softly in his heart, and his mentality changed very quickly.

When I left home and walked towards the village, my pace became much more brisk.

"That bastard isn't home."

When Henry arrived at the door of Nikus' house, he did not see the hateful figure that made him a little afraid and bored.

"Consider him lucky."

Henry also let go of the stone in his heart. He really didn't want to fight with that bastard.

"Now it's time to go see Teresa," he thought.

When walking towards the tavern, Henry found a large group of people surrounding the tavern.

It was a bit like the guillotine of an ancient king that he had heard from a musical poet before.

It is said that when the king died, he used the guillotine he invented, and everyone watched.

Henry had never witnessed an execution with his own eyes. He had only seen Nikus's cousin being chased and beaten for stealing stinky fish meat, and then he never came back.

"Nicus!" Henry saw the annoying figure of Nikus, who was standing in line, holding his tattered linen hat nervously with both hands.

Henry winced.

He wanted to turn around and leave, but after thinking about it for a while, he still had the courage to walk over. If he met Nikus today and did not ask him for the account, his father would definitely not let him go in the future.

In comparison, it would be better for Henry to beat the opponent with his fist and hope that his father would let him go for the sake of his nose and face being bruised and swollen.

When one fights, one can fight back, and the other cannot fight back. Henry knows exactly how to choose.

"Yo, Henry."

Henry didn't expect that Nikus would take the initiative to say hello to him as soon as he walked over.

"Um, um, Nikus, do you still remember that my father made two axes for you? You have always, always owed money and haven't paid it back." He tried to make his voice less stuttering.

"of course I remember."

Another answer that Henry couldn't believe. How could the other party be able to negotiate so well today and be so easy to talk to? Could it be that he is possessed by a demon?

I heard that some noble lords were often possessed by demons and would fuck goats' butts.

But others say that’s because goats are better than women.

"I'll have money to pay off that bill soon, man," Nikus said.

"Why?" Henry didn't want to believe what a bastard scoundrel said, but this time the other party didn't wave his fist directly at him, which surprised Henry a little.

"Of course it's work!"

Nikus pointed forward: "That's Dongxia, a subordinate of a certain big noble. He comes to us to recruit workers. He will pay a lot of wages. The little money I owe can be paid back easily."

"A lot of money?" Henry didn't quite understand why Nikus left the village and went to the East Gorge. As a native of the southern Giant's Foot, they were full of love for the land under their feet, and it wasn't just love. In fact, most of them A person may never leave his village too far in his life.

You can still make a living here, but if you leave here, you may starve to death.

Nikus said: "5 bronze stars a day, including food and accommodation."

"That doesn't seem like a lot."

Henry was quite puzzled. He knew that his father could not earn only such a small amount of money from blacksmithing.

"Of course it's not just that. It is said that you can also learn technology there. If you know the technology, your daily salary can be 10 bronze stars, 20 bronze stars, or even higher." Nikus waved his hands excitedly, and the full Even the greasy-smelling linen hat kept swinging back and forth in front of Henry.

Stinks!

Henry ducked back.

He could swear to the Thunder Titan that the damn guy never washed his hat!

Nikus continued: "The great noble has a very good relationship with our prince and allows us to work in his territory. The other party will provide food and wages! I only learned about this from my cousin."

cousin?

Henry was wondering, that bastard who stole the smelly dried fish?