Lord: Taken away from inheritance at the beginning.

"Honorable knight, do you think the Viscount would like to see me?"

Outside the small castle in Chishan Town, Feng Si was waiting uneasily.

He is not from Chishan Town, but because of his good craftsmanship and the high quality of the weapons and armor he makes, he has met many lords and knights and cooperated with them.

The Knight of Hahn is one of them.

Over the years, the two have collaborated hundreds, if not thousands, of times.

Fons made a lot of gold from Hahn.

This time he came to Chishan Town to deliver a batch of goods to Hahn, and to visit other knights to see if there was any business that could be expanded.

Fons originally thought that this trip would be a pleasant one like many before, but he never expected that the Bolt Bandits would attack Chishan Town.

Not only were the Knights of Hahn killed in battle, but all the merchants and tourists like them who were wandering around Chishan Town were arrested by the bandits.

Fortunately for him, relying on his status as a master blacksmith, the members of the Bolt Bandits didn't do anything to him, and they just let him keep building weapons day and night.

But his son who was out and about was unfortunately dragged into the mine and worked as a mining coolie.

By the time he found his son, Paul had been beaten all over and was dying.

These days, they huddled in the small blacksmith shop, and finally the aristocratic coalition of Wushan Fort drove away the robbers. However, Paul's injury not only did not heal, but continued to worsen, and he was about to die.

In desperation, Feng Si, as a father, could only give it a try and ask Viscount Wubei to stay in this castle.

"Don't worry, Master Feng Si. The Viscount has always valued capable people like you. He will definitely see you."

Tom has been following Luo Ning for a long time, and has learned a lot about the lord's character and preferences. He is well aware of Luo Ning's love for various craftsmen.

If nothing else, let's just say that her mother Leah was valued by the lord because of her good tailoring skills.

The Fengsi in front of him is the same as the Dahn carpenter in Wubei Territory. He is a master craftsman and will definitely be well received.

Soon, David returned, "Master Craftsman Fons, you are really lucky. The Viscount happens to have time. Come with me to see him."

"Seven Gods bless you, this is great!"

In the castle hall, Luo Ning saw this middle-aged man with short red hair and dark skin.

After some questioning, he understood the other party's purpose.

"So, you want me to save your son?"

Feng Si nodded immediately and bowed at the same time and said: "Sir Viscount, I always have a son. I just have a son like this. I don't want to watch him die!"

He raised his head and spoke very sincerely.

"Sir, as long as you can save him, I am willing to spend all my wealth!"

If civilians want nobles to help with things, they have to pay.

"I have a light magician under my command. If he takes action, he should be able to save your son."

Luo Ning said with a smile: "But you may not know that only powerful healing techniques can be used for the dying wounded, and a magic scroll of this healing technique can be sold on the market for up to six thousand gold coins. I wonder if you have Don’t have that much money?”

How many?

Feng Si was stunned. He thought that two or three thousand gold coins would be about the same, but he didn't expect that Luo Ning would get six thousand gold coins.

"Sir...I don't have so many gold coins..."

His whole expression suddenly faded, but hope was right in front of him and he didn't want to give up.

He couldn't help but kneel on the ground and shed tears: "Please, noble Viscount, save my son. As long as you are willing to take action, I am willing to do anything for you!"

Luo Ning nodded slowly.

Feng Si is from Wushan City, and Luo Ning must have known about it when he recruited craftsmen before. In the end, he didn't go to Shanlin Town simply because he looked down on Wubei Ling. After all, he has craftsmanship and can live well anywhere.

Now that Luo Ning wanted the other party to work for him willingly, he had to use some method.

"I heard that you are a master-level blacksmith?"

Feng Si heard the signs of relaxation and quickly responded excitedly: "Yes, sir, I am confident that I can become a master craftsman within two years!"

A master-level blacksmith is someone who can manipulate extraordinary materials and create extraordinary weapons. He is a walking treasure. Luo Ning's dragon scale armor requires at least a blacksmith of this level to make it.

Now, the more he looked at Feng Si, the more he liked him.

"There is a master carpenter in my territory. He thinks he will never be able to become a master carpenter in his life. Why are you so confident?"

"Sir, I have a hunch that I can break through and become a high-level knight in half a year."

"Are you still an intermediate knight?"

Perhaps there was a preconceived notion, and Luo Ning subconsciously thought that after becoming a professional knight, he would join the fighting and killing profession, but if he thought about it carefully, some people were not suitable for fighting and killing, such as the Horn knights in the territory.

Just listening to what the other party said, as long as he broke through to become a high-level knight, he might become a master craftsman, which made Luo Ning very strange.

"Being a master craftsman has something to do with strength?"

"of course."

Feng Si explained: "Senior knights with fire attributes have more precise control over their fighting spirit. When making weapons, they can use their own fighting spirit to slightly modify the material to improve its fighting spirit affinity.

At that time, I was confident that I could create an extraordinary weapon by using ordinary wrought iron, adding a certain amount of mithril, and combining it with the iron breathing method I created. "

"Blacksmith Breathing Technique?"

Luo Ning keenly captured something unusual.

"Similar to the Dou Qi Secret Manual, it can assist in practice. Just use this breathing method when blacksmithing. While practicing, you can better control the Dou Qi to enhance the power of the weapon."

Luo Ning was shocked.

The Dou Qi Secret Book was something that was within easy reach for Luo Ning, but for commoners, it was something that even those with money could hardly buy, and most of them were almost monopolized by the nobles.

Fons is actually a genius for being able to create his own!
"Master Feng Si, please stand up."

Luo Ning stepped forward and helped him up: "I admire your accomplishments in blacksmithing, and I am even more amazed that you can create your own breathing method for blacksmithing!"

"Thank you for your affirmation!"

The reason why Feng Si said so much was to show his value to Luo Ning so that the latter could save his son.

"Lord Viscount, as long as you lend a helping hand, I am willing to give you this Blacksmith Breathing Technique without any reservation!"

Luo Ning slowly shook his head.

Feng Si was distracted for a moment. Isn't this okay?
Are all nobles so greedy?

"I don't need your gold coins, nor your blacksmith breathing skills, I only need you to do one thing for me."

Feng Si's eyes widened, and hope suddenly rose in his despairing heart. He almost blurted out: "Sir, you tell me, I will do my best!"

"I need you to serve me from now on and be the dedicated craftsman of my Viscount Wubei Territory."

Luo Ning stated his request: "Of course, I am not asking you to be my slave. On the contrary, I will pay you extra according to your ability and give you and your family the cultivated land in Wubei Territory."

"no problem!"

Fons agreed without any hesitation.

Not only did Luo Ning not take away the savings he had saved for decades, he even gave him land. In this case, even if he asked Feng Si to work for free, the latter would agree.

"Then Master Feng Si, welcome to join Wubei Territory!"

Luo Ning was happy.

His space ring happened to contain a box of mithril obtained from Shore City. He was worried that there was no senior blacksmith to work for him, so Feng Si came to his door.

"Sir, what about my son?" Feng Si was a little anxious.

"Don't worry." Ronin looked at Elrond.

"Let's go, Master Vons."

Elrond's voice was unusually gentle, which relieved Fons' nervous mood.

"The light will protect your son." (End of Chapter)