Heimarian Odyssey

Chapter 300 92 The Iron Fist King (Page 1/1)

“Yes.” Keane nodded.

Robbins joined the army with Old Bru many years ago, and they are brothers of a small team. Old Bru fought fiercely on the battlefield, while Robbins was calm and enterprising.

Seeing this familiar long sword, Robbins full of tendons, standing in place, it seems to recall the prosperous years.

Robbins didn’t speak, Keane didn’t move either. In terms of seniority, Robbins is his uncle. Although he is an adult, Keane still follows the attitude of Junior.

After half a minute, 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, and can only be sold to those adventurers in the past.”

Keane didn’t speak, and listened respectfully beside him. He knew that Robbins would not cheat him when he was uncle. This was an elder who had a life relationship with Old Bru.

“Your Majesty, the newly appointed king this year, has issued an iron ban. The price of iron ore has risen a lot. Your long sword can sell for a lot of money, but it can’t go far. You must be mentally prepared.” Robbins said. “Six silver thaler, this is the limit I gave.”

Keane heard it and grinned, “Too many, Robbins uncle you don’t have to…”

Robbins waved to interrupt Keane’s words, “I have been ironing for so many years and will not be in a loss-making business. Don’t worry.”

Thinking of Robbins Uncle’s goodness in his heart, Keane thought about bringing Robbins Uncle some home specialties when he came to town next time.

The original idea of ​​this long sword Keane was to sell 5 silver thaler and it would go to the sky. Robbins Uncle was definitely a loss-making business.

You have 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 a living.

Only at the annual Oktoberfest, people from Sciacca Town and the 6 surrounding villages will get together to wish this grand event together.

It was also that time of the year that Keane needed to go home early in the morning on the 2nd day, carrying Lao Bu.

People are all 30-40 years old, and they are about to enter the soil. When they drink, they are exactly the same as when they joined the army. There are 100 old men together, and they can drink the one third beer of the Oktoberfest.

Keane actually didn’t quite understand this so-called comradeship. Now Faustin Guotai has a strong national security, and there is no need for extra young adults to enlist in the army, and Keane has no chance to experience the life of his father.

“What else is needed, let’s say it in one breath.” 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 good-looking.” Keane said blushing.

Robbins took a thoughtful look at Keane, “You take these 2 silver thalers. The cost of making the ring is 4 silver thalers.” Turned back and went to the house to take 2 silver thalers, Robbins took a photo. In Keane’s hands.

“Take it 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, “Take care of your wife, and let Old Bruce move his broken leg!”

The words were rough, but Keane listened to his heart warmly, and once again thanked Robbins uncle in the forge before leaving here.

In the blacksmith’s shop, the heavy hammer hitting the iron slowly stopped, and Robbins suddenly missed his son who was an apprentice tailor in Baron.

“Let’s visit him in a while. I have been married for 2 years and haven’t given birth to a grandson. I’m not as good as the cub of the old Blue family.” Robbins thought.

“Clang! clang! clang!” The beating sound continued.

Different people have different ways of living. For ordinary people living in the countryside, such as Lao Bulu and Keene, they can 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 grow up.

The people in the city also have the same way of living as the people in the city. Today, everyone in Felor, the capital of Faustan, is very happy.

Their wise and great King Your Majesty issued a nationwide decree yesterday morning: reducing taxes by 30% in the second half of this year and next year.

The 30% tax is a lot. For the residents of the royal capital, it means paying a few silver thaler less a year. For the rural farmers, it means that they can eat more than a dozen meals of bread outside of holidays.

The people of Felor like to inquire about 8 hexagrams. Why did the king give this order? It is because the relatives and sisters of King Your Majesty returned to China. The king was overjoyed and issued this decree.

All Faustinians who knew the reason were happy for Princess’s return.

On the days of national celebrations, Angelina, as the party concerned, was not in a happy mood.

Instead, since returning to Felor City yesterday morning, he shut himself in the house, and anyone with a discerning eye can see Angelina’s sadness.

Locke has not been able to persuade her how many times, but Angelina didn’t say anything, she just cried while holding Locke. What Locke can do is to stay with her since yesterday morning.

“Oh!” Outside Princess’s bedroom, King Kensell sighed, holding the king’s scepter in his hand.

It was a happy day for the younger sister to come back, but I was so sad to hear that my father passed away last year. Even with Kensell, I felt a little bit about seeing things and thinking about others, thinking about the old king who was harsh and paid for himself.

“Your Majesty, the ministers and nobles are waiting in the side hall.” A Knecht officer walked to Kensell and said in a low voice.

After adjusting his emotions, Kensell’s expression returned to calm, “Well, let’s be in the past.”

The high-level Knecht, who has been fighting for many years in the kingdom, and the Level 2 Knight of the 1nd Marquis family have returned. Some family pillars have fallen in the plane war, and some have greatly improved their strength and brought back all kinds of precious materials. The capital city began to surging, Faustin was not as calm as he seemed.

Kensell, who had succeeded for one year, had just consolidated his kingship before welcoming a major challenge.

“Call the back chef to prepare food for Princess and Locke Knight, and then send it in.” Although it was already far away, 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 Kensell Your Majesty really cares about his younger sister as rumored.

The side hall is noisy and noisy, and Kensell’s head hurts due to the noise before it approaches.

It is true that the king is not so easy to be a king. It is much harder than leading soldiers to fight. Kensell has a deep understanding after any year.

When the king Your Majesty 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 who were executed personally, and the small families involved in the destruction are unknown. The city of Felor was filled with blood for a month.

This is a strong king, stronger than the previous old king.

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