son-in-law of blood

Chapter 158 Blacksmith Family
After enjoying a delicious lunch from his wife, Helen went out and walked towards the hotel where Arnold and others lived.

"Lord Lord!"

Seeing Helen coming to the door, Arnold saluted Helen respectfully.

Helen nodded slightly, and told Arnold:

"The time set by the governor is the day after tomorrow. You will pay a visit to the governor's mansion in my name later and say that we have arrived."

Arnold nodded solemnly, and agreed.

"Tryndamere!"

Hellen turned to look at the barbarians who were taller than him.

"Owner!"

Helen pursed her lips, thought for a moment and said:
"You pack up and go out of town with me in the afternoon."

Tryndamere nodded honestly.

After the matter was settled, Arnold rushed towards the Governor's Mansion with the letter handed to him by Hellen.

Hellen took Tryndamere, and according to Hepburn's instructions, rushed straight to the blacksmith shop outside the city who claimed to be a child of the Orr family.

……

"Go back to the master, we may not know anything else, but if you want to ask which blacksmith on the outskirts of the city is the most beautiful, then you are asking the right person!"

A boy in civilian clothes with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and a sly smile in his eyes, said obsequiously beside Helen.

Although Xillen has lived in Kenshen City for a long time, he is still a little unfamiliar with the roads in the outskirts of the city.

After leading Tryndamere around like a headless chicken for a while, he came across a nearby villager.

"Well, this silver coin is yours."

Looking at the villager in front of him with the natural cunning and alertness of the low-level common people, Xi Lun flicked the silver gleaming silver Lange in his hand.

The commoner boy swallowed hard, with undisguised greed flashing in his eyes, he replied with an even flattering smile:
"My dear nobleman, this blacksmith shop is run by a family of three."

Heron was a little surprised when he heard the words, the family blacksmith shop?It seems to be a tradition of the Auer family. Could it be that this time the blind cat met a dead mouse and the heir of the Auer family?
Slightly nodding, Helen signaled the young man to continue talking.

The commoner boy smiled and said:
"The owner of the blacksmith shop is an old man in his sixties. Everyone calls him Old Harry. He is a master of forges."

"It's very distinctive. It's on the waist, and there's a layer of black spots on the face and forehead. It's caused by sparks shooting up over the years."

"Old Harry also has a son, a man of few words who only knows how to snort and swing a sledgehammer, and people call him Little Harry.

"The woman in the family is old Harry's wife, and is responsible for pulling the bellows."

In the description of the commoner boy, a family of blacksmiths full of life slowly formed in Hellen's mind.

After a pause, Hellen asked:
"I heard that they are still descendants of the Auer family, aren't they?"

The commoner boy was stunned for a moment, and replied:

"Master, I haven't heard of which family old Harry is from? Don't you want to find a reliable blacksmith, sir?"

Seeing the boy's confused expression, Xieren shook his head lightly, it seemed that the boy didn't know anything.

Coughing twice, Xillen threw the silver coin into the boy's arms, and said calmly:

"Take me there!"

"Yes, my lord nobleman!"

……

Before he got close to the house, Heron could already hear the clanging and knocking sound coming from a distance.

"Go back to the master, the rough house in front is the old Harry's family."

The boy bowed and pointed respectfully to a house not far away.

Helen nodded, and after dismissing the servant, he led Tryndamere towards the hut.

The door was ajar, and through the gap in the middle, Heron could clearly see the specific situation inside the house.

The most attractive thing in sight is the flames in the blacksmith's furnace. The flames jump up and down, jumping up and down, like a spirit of fire.

An old man with a stooped body was concentrating on beating a soldering iron.

Soon, the pig iron buried in the charcoal fire was burned red.

It's time!

The old blacksmith clamped a pair of long pliers to the anvil, and the small hammer just made a "dang" sound.

At the same time, as if he had received some signal, the sledgehammer of a simple-looking young man next to him slammed down.

Sparks splashed far away, making a loud bang.

Old Harry's little hammer was called a rattle hammer, and wherever he struck, little Harry's sledgehammer would hit there.

With the tinkling of small hammers and the clanging of sledgehammers, there was a seamless ensemble, and a tool similar to a rake was beaten.

Then immerse it in water to quench it, and with a "sizzling" sound, it can be regarded as the end.

A smile line appeared on the corner of the old blacksmith's mouth.This is the look on his face when he finishes a piece.

"Young man, since you're here, come in and have a seat!"

The old blacksmith wiped the sweat off his brow, took a breath and said.

Hillen nodded slightly, and walked in with Tryndamere.

"It seems that the master doesn't look like an ordinary farmer. I don't know what to do in the blacksmith shop of the little old man's house?"

Old Harry asked in a flat tone.

Helen didn't speak in a hurry, but stared at the seemingly frail old man in front of him with scorching eyes.

After a while, Hellen couldn't help but gasped.

Tier [-] cultivation base!

This is not the most important thing, the most important thing is that Xillen can feel that the old man has suffered extremely serious internal injuries!

In other words, his original level was far higher than the fourth level.

Hellen was determined that a blacksmith with such a high level of cultivation, let alone whether he was a child of the Auer family, at least he could forge magical weapons.

Thinking of this, Helen smiled slightly:
"I'm not here to make a hoe or rake, I'm here to ask you to make a magical weapon for my subordinate!"

As soon as the sound came out, Helen could clearly feel the atmosphere in the whole room instantly become cold.

Little Harry, who had been jingling aside, also stopped the hammer.

Old Harry was silent for a long time, and after a while he let out a long sigh:
"Master, please go back, the young one is just an ordinary blacksmith, he can only make some ordinary farm tools and magic weapons, sorry the little old man can't make it!"

Hellen smiled slightly, touched several hammers placed aside, and said:

"Ordinary blacksmiths don't know magic weapons!"

Old Harry frowned deeply, and a fierce aura gradually rose from his whole body.

Xillen was as motionless as a mountain, and his face was still calm.

The dignified atmosphere lasted for a long time, and finally, old Harry couldn't hold it anymore, the bean-sized beads of sweat kept dripping from his head, he let out a long sigh, and dropped the hammer in his hand.

"Master's tricks are amazing, the little old man is ashamed of himself, but I have already sworn that I will not make any weapons in this life, so please go back, master!"

Hellen pursed her lips deeply and shook her head.He couldn't force this old Harry to help him build weapons.

Looking back and forth in this hot and narrow blacksmith shop, Hellen suddenly found a familiar sign on the wall in the center of the room.

With a heart move, Hellen's mouth curled up into a determined smile, and after a while, he took out an object from his bosom that horrified old Harry!

(End of this chapter)