It doesn't matter what the lord is.

Thinking back to the magic book I gave her last time, I coerced and bribed Little Slime to translate it for her before I went to the capital. The pile was as high as a mountain. At that time, I was mainly worried about how long I would stay in the capital and whether I could come back safely. So I simply gave her a lot of books at once. In fact, I didn't think she could finish learning in such a short time.

But if you think about it carefully, before there was no one to translate for her, she could study the complex books by herself and complete the almost impossible introduction to magic. Now with the translation, she no longer has to guess the meaning of the ancient characters in the book, and her learning efficiency has naturally increased exponentially.

Fileta said softly:

"Yes. Since this is a book given by the master, I must finish learning it as soon as possible."

Fileta raised her head and put on a slightly tired smile:

"But the more I read, the more I realize that I am proficient in very little magic."

There is no limit to learning...

It’s never too late to mend your ways.

For most people in the world, knowledge is endless. In a life of 36,000 days, how much time can be spent on learning? Fileta is already a talented person, but the subject of magic is too complicated. The main problem is that from the current historical records, magic does not seem to be created by humans, but passed down from the old gods and demons. Humans themselves have only learned a part of it, and this part has been lost in the inheritance.

What Fileta is doing now is learning a wide variety of magic based on the records in ancient books. She has no teacher, and no one can point her in a direction or tell her what she should learn next. She has to do everything by herself. Under such circumstances, I think it is incredible that she has achieved this.

I felt that I needed to comfort her at this time and tell her something like "Don't be too tired", but looking at her golden eyes, I couldn't say these words.

I patted her head and praised her:

"Well done. Better than I expected."

Fileta immediately looked happy, as if all the previous hard work had never existed.

I sat on the ground, and Fileta immediately climbed onto my legs and lay there. Her long silver-white hair covered her back, and when I stroked her, it felt like I was stroking the fur of a pet. I have to say that the touch was surprisingly good, but the only problem was that when Fileta lay down, her breasts were a little difficult to handle, and no matter what position I took, I would feel a strong sense of oppression.

Although this problem doesn't occur when she lies down, Fileta will occasionally make some strange noises when I touch her belly.

Although I think this situation is abnormal, I have no complaints if it can relieve her stress.

"Master...Master..."

As if murmuring in a dream.

After Felita acted coquettishly for a while, she suddenly said:

"After I finish reading these two books, I will be ready to break through to the sixth level. Although I want to wait a little longer, my magic power seems to be unable to be suppressed... These days, my magic power almost went out of control twice, but I was able to control it both times."

"Breakthrough is a natural process. Although forced suppression can better consolidate the foundation, there will be a day when it can no longer be suppressed and a breakthrough will occur. Don't worry too much. How are your preparations going?"

I asked.

Fileta grabbed my shirt hem, didn't look at me, and whispered:

"I won't let my master down. But if there is just a slight possibility that I fail... will my master... abandon me?"

She moved her eyes to my face, but I just looked at her for a moment and she quickly looked away again.

Fileta's body was trembling slightly.

Although she looked calm, her body was shaking more violently with every passing second.

I didn't answer immediately. Instead, I waited until she closed her eyes in fear, then leaned over and said in a low voice:

"Don't worry. I won't allow a useful magician like you to leave. Even if you can't reach the next level, your current strength is enough to stay by my side. Whether it's guarding the city or teaching newcomers, I will squeeze all the value out of you. For the rest of your life, stay in Yuxi City and be my lackey."

Fileta didn't open her eyes, but she opened her mouth, as if she was suffocating, her chest heaving, one hand tightly grasping the corner of my clothes. I stroked her neck, where she was wearing a collar.

When I put my hand on her, Fileta's whole body trembled violently, and then she lay limply on me.

Well...will she be happy if I talk to her like this? Although I can't quite relate to her, if you ask me if I would, I would.

I have spoken in this tone many times in my previous life, but now I am no longer a person with such a strong desire for control. In fact, in my eyes, whether it is Alayya or Felita, including He Yue and Fang Shisan, if they pack their bags and tell me that they plan to leave Yuxi City one day, I will not try too hard to keep them.

However, for Fileta, such a free and easy attitude makes her feel insecure.

If giving orders in such a cold tone can make her happy, I don't mind playing this master-servant game with her...

14. See if you have this skill

A week passed, and blacksmiths from outside gradually moved into Yuxi City.

In order to leave a good impression on these Yuxi City laborers... ugh, precious talents, I got up early, combed my hair like an adult, put on a handsome suit, changed my previous sloppy image, and dressed up like a decent person.

It doesn't feel like we are welcoming foreign talents, but more like we are participating in a blind date show.

There were a total of three blacksmiths who came to see me this time, and they were hired by three nobles.

First of all, there was the blacksmith that Khan Tu found. It was obvious at first glance that this blacksmith had some skills.

Because he is a bald man.

This uncle looked to be about fifty years old, with a typical bright top, also known as a short hair in the middle, and only a circle of white hair above the ears and on the sides of the head. His beard was also white, and his eyes were full of arrogance. Although the weather was still cold, he had already put on a vest early and showed off his muscular arms.

This feels like a master.

Khantu said as if to take credit:

"Lord City Lord, this is the famous blacksmith in Yunyang, Tufalu. He is the one who forged the famous [Blue Fire Flowing Cloud] in Yunyang."

What the hell? Never heard of it.

I guess Cang Huo Liu Yun is probably the name of some weapon equipment, but since I haven't heard of it, it means it's not very famous.

However, it is impossible for people like Hantu to find a particularly awesome blacksmith. Most likely he will be someone who is well-known locally.

With the attitude of treating talents well, I nodded at him.

But the blacksmith named Tufalu just glanced at me sideways, snorted, and breathed through his nose.

What’s going on? So I’m actually a female guest on a dating show, right?

And she's not your crush?

Hantu quickly tried to smooth things over:

"Mr. Tufalu, this is Lid, the mayor of our Yuxi City. He is very fond of weapons and likes to study forging methods. I hope to get your guidance."

Tufalu raised his head, hugged the two beautiful maids beside him, and said:

"Teach me? You young brat, you don't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is... To tell you the truth, I came to your broken city just to find a quiet place to stay temporarily. If you serve me well, it's not that I can't teach you a few tricks occasionally. I'm going to ask directly, what monthly payment can you offer in Yuxi City?"

I looked at him twice, still smiling, and asked:

"How much would you like, sir?"

Tufalu stretched out his hand and made the number "five":

"At least, this number!"

This is really difficult for me. I don't even know the market price, so how would I know what the number is?

I roughly guessed in my mind that it was probably five or fifty gold coins. Five gold coins were basically equivalent to a monthly salary of fifty thousand in the previous world, and fifty gold coins were equivalent to a monthly salary of five hundred thousand, which was not low. Seeing that this man named Tufalu was wearing expensive clothes and the maids around him were also wearing gold and silver, I silently calculated in my mind and felt that five gold coins were not enough, so I said:

"Fifty gold coins?"

Tufalu laughed loudly, pointed at my nose, and said to the maid beside him:

"See? This is a country bumpkin from a remote area. This is the price he would offer at most!"

Hantu was a little embarrassed and said:

"Tufalu... didn't you promise to have a good talk with the city lord when you meet him? Just say whatever you want to say, don't keep me in suspense."

Tufalu glanced at me and said:

"Five hundred gold coins a month, not a single one less!"

I smiled and said:

"Since Mr. Tufalu is here, he must have brought some of his own works. Anyway, let me open my eyes first."

"Hmph. Open your eyes... well. You haven't even heard of my name, so you naturally don't know what a great work I can make. Come! Let me show this unsophisticated city lord the sword I made!"

A maid broke free from his arms, walked up to me holding a sword case, and handed it to me with both hands.

Tufalu stood there with an arrogant look on his face, his arms folded, looking overbearing.

I took the sword case, opened it and took a look, then reached out and wiped the sword.

It was almost at the level of [Losing the Family], which was the same level as the long sword [Wandering Dragon] in Alaya's hand, commonly known as purple equipment. However, this sword was much worse than [Wandering Dragon], and was just at the threshold of [Losing the Family]. When I got the sword, I was stunned for a moment, and looked at Tufalu twice, thinking that he had taken the wrong one.

I thought you were such a boastful person, but you showed me this? ?

I still had a smile on my face, but it was more sarcastic.

Tufalu didn't notice it. When he saw me put the sword case on the table, he stroked his snow-white beard and said:

"how?"

I replied:

"Good sword."

Tufalu sneered, as if he felt that the praise was well deserved.

I shook my head and put the sword back into the maid's hand. This little girl had just given me the sword respectfully, and I didn't want to embarrass her. After putting it back, I said to Tufalu:

"I'm not talking about it. I'm talking about you. You're such a bitch."

Tufalu’s eyes suddenly widened, and his beard stood upside down in anger.

But before he could get angry, I scolded him first:

"For such good material, you insist on using a half-understood steel-wrapping method? Not to mention the gray opening and the left-leaning spine, have you considered the flow path of the sword energy when it attaches to the sword? Have you considered that these messy beads and diamonds inlaid on it will block the flow of sword energy? Have you considered the possibility that when excessive sword energy penetrates into the sword body, it will cause the sword body to fall apart? Have you made an energy groove outside the blood groove? With your level, you want 500 gold coins a month? Go out and find a ** breeding center, stand at the door of the store, and ask yourself with your conscience, are you worthy?"

Tufalu was choked and his face turned blue. I said sarcastically:

"I guess every time you promote yourself, you take the sword you made, find a sword of the same level to chop against it, chop a notch in the other person's sword, and then brag that your sword is more impressive. Isn't this nonsense? The material of your sword is good in itself, rare cold iron, combined with several precious materials. If it is well made, it may be able to reach the ceiling of [Losing Family], but you made it into a [Losing Family] goalkeeper. Are you worthy of these materials? And your sword, the center of gravity is on one side, focusing on sharpness but not considering practical value. Let two masters, one with your sword and the other with your own sword, and let them chop against each other. Who will be killed in the end? How about you practice with this sword with my maid? If you win, don't say 500 gold coins, I will give you 1,000 gold coins. It doesn't matter if you lose... just lose your head."

15. The Second Blacksmith

I am actually looking forward to Mr. Tufalu raising his arms and shouting "I want to be the man who becomes the Forging King", and then readily agreeing to my proposal.

But judging from his livid face, he probably doesn't have this idea.

Tufalu just barely maintained his condescending look and said coldly:

"What does a child who hasn't even fully grown know..."

"Even a child who hasn't even fully grown his hair is now the lord of five cities."

I smiled and said to him:

"The things I can see and the resources I can control are beyond the imagination of your dull mind. I don't really know much about forging techniques, but that doesn't mean I know nothing about appreciation. Even if you haven't eaten pork, you have seen pigs walk. While I was wielding swords and sabers in Lingyun City and picking and choosing in the national treasury, you were still holding on to your pile of junk and being complacent."

I was too lazy to do any more face-saving work, so I waved my sleeves and said:

"We in Yuxi City can afford a monthly payment of 500 gold coins, but we can't use it to support a loser like you. If you understand, pack up and leave."

Tufalu clenched the sword case in his hand, his hair and beard stood up, and raised his hand, as if he was going to slap the sword case on my face at the next moment.

But after much hesitation, he lowered his hand and handed the sword box to the maid. The maid took it tremblingly, probably because she had never seen her master so angry, her hands were shaking a little, and she dropped the sword box to the ground.

She bent down to pick it up, but Tufalu stepped on her back and knocked her to the ground. Her head hit the edge of the sword case and blood kept flowing.

Tufalu showed no mercy, scolded her, grabbed her arm, and dragged her away. Another maid ran over, picked up the sword box on the ground, and followed Tufalu carefully.

Blood dripped all the way.

It’s a good thing he didn’t throw the sword case in my face, otherwise he would have lost at least an arm here.

In order to leave a good impression on the outsiders, I didn't want to beat up the people who came to Yuxi City. But if there was a reason like [intention to assassinate the city lord], no matter what I did, it wouldn't be excessive. But Tufalu finally endured it and vented his anger by beating the maid, and left after letting out his anger.

Strictly speaking, Tufalu is not that bad. He still has some forging skills. You know, stacking is also a way of forging. Not everyone is a forging genius who can turn a pile of rubbish into something magical. Under the premise that one's own level is not that strong, it is also a skill to use high-quality materials and countless gems to forge a high-grade weapon.

Tufalu has done a good job in this regard.

But this is not the forging technique I need.

Because Yuxi City...

So fucking poor!

There are no high-quality materials and gemstones for him to use, okay? In this case, Tufalu's skills are completely useless. He can't even see this and still asks for a lot of money from me. There must be a limit to his ignorance.

Seeing that I sent Tufalu away with a few words, Khantu, who brought him here, felt a little embarrassed.

It's not a pleasant feeling to flatter someone but end up hitting the horse's leg.

After Tufalu left, Khantu immediately said to me: