In the Age of Heroes, I am a background noble

The sweaty teenagers who were working on the ironwork were a little unhappy when they heard these words. They had already worked very hard, okay? From being serfs in the village to being blacksmith apprentices, they had naturally worked their butts off.

Please stop mocking us, okay? We work hard too!

Who knew that what he got in return was a burst of scolding.

"Shut up! You bunch of brats, don't think you can become a master blacksmith just by learning for two days. You're still a hundred years away from your level!"

"They've really grown cocky. A bunch of little brats dare to talk back to me. Damn it! I skipped 500 words."

The Earl couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Ah, so annoying.

Spit flew in his face.

Chapter 64: New Year's Eve, Two Arms Dealers, New Triangle Trade

The old blacksmith spat on the ground fiercely, trying hard not to continue cursing.

Green was so confused by what he heard that he felt like he had eaten a lemon and was crying with disgust. This old man had a natural talent for rap and he cursed people for a long time without repeating himself. To be honest, the Earl was so angry that he wanted to clench his fists.

He is really annoying and is the kind of old stubborn person that I hate the most.

"And look, none of these arrowheads are even the same, not to mention the spearheads. You wouldn't even be able to stab a rabbit with this kind of stuff! How can anything good be forged from this junk? Just look at it, just look at it!!!"

Stop talking, brother. Besides, I'm about to break through the defense. It's indeed a bunch of garbage weapons, but can't this be used? And it's not for me to use.

He took a closer look and found that most of these weapons were indeed privately made and inferior. However, this was only because the specifications of the weapons were different. However, they could still kill people if held in the hands, and they would definitely not be unsalable on the market as the old man said.

Weapons were still quite expensive back then, and there was a certain market for them. For example, some small nobles in the interior would only arm a dozen or so personal guards, and when they needed to be drafted, they would buy these weapons to fill the gap. How could there not be a market for them? Anyway, as long as they could kill people, it didn't matter whether they were useful or not. If the soldiers died, they died.

Better than a bamboo stick, right? Better than a dung fork, right?

Secondly, there are adventurers who are randomly refreshed in various places. There is no shortage of young people with dreams everywhere in the world, and they also need weapons. That is to say, there is definitely a market for this batch of weapons, but the price will be cheaper than traditional ones.

But for Green, cost is basically non-existent. The iron ore is mined and smelted entirely by demihumans in a fully automated process, and the apprentices' wages aren't very high. You only do one or two steps, and you still expect to get high wages? You're rebelling!

As long as you sell them, you'll make a profit! And to some extent, cheaper weapons might even be more popular. There aren't many rich people in this world.

And these are not all defective products. He picked and chose in the weapon box with a sharp eye and found that he could still find some well-made weapons, which was enough to make him happy.

At present, as long as the scale of the factory is expanded and the number of apprentices is increased, at least the maintenance problem of the territory soldiers' weapons can be solved. Weapons can be updated from time to time and those defective weapons can be sold to the market. Then the Medici family will have a new export project.

He has even thought of the slogan.

Want to slay terrifying enemies?

Want to kill the terrifying monster?

Do you want to smoke, drink, and perm your hair without fear of being hit by a club?

The weapons of the Medici family are strong and durable, safe to use and reliable to kill.

Damn it, big selling, strong selling, invincible selling! Those who sell to the American War King must crawl out of their graves and shout, my friend, you are the real hero!

Damn the weapons sales, I can finally get arms!

The Earl was excited. Isn't this a good thing? As a noble, how could he not be involved in the arms business?

By the way, I can also sell junk weapons to the sub-humans and those conflicting sub-human races, let them fight among themselves, and wait until they kill each other to the death, then I can send people to buy slaves from their chiefs. Damn, new triangular trade!

Isn't the beauty of the Medici family the beauty of America? Damn it, won't I be hung from a streetlight and shot a hundred times tomorrow? Is this fucking destined to be shot?

The Earl, in a cheerful mood, instantly forgot about the unpleasantness of having his leather boots almost spat on and his face covered in the old man's spitting.

"Okay, okay, you're right. Old man, you should just sit still. I'll have to trouble you to take care of the apprentices later." Green tried to calm the old man. This was one of the few blacksmiths he had. "Here, this is a gift I brought you from the capital. It's specially made for nobles!"

He really had no good way to deal with this kind of old man, especially the extremely stubborn old man. After all, the status of a blacksmith was not comparable to that of an ordinary serf, and the nobles were also more courteous to them.

As others stared in amazement, he miraculously pulled out a large iron box from his four-dimensional trouser pocket, and with a little force in his hands, he took out a cigar-like cigarette inside, which lay quietly in the box.

The old man's eyes lit up immediately, and he took the box and put it in his clothes in a tacit understanding. "Exclusively for the nobility? Wouldn't smoking this thing kill you? You must be killed immediately by the carriage!"

Exclusively for the nobility! Exclusively for the nobility!

You have to smoke and save this cigarette, as if it were a family heirloom! Oh, and you can also offer one to the gods you believe in. Even the great gods would have to puff and say: "Loyal believer, the gods are touched by your piety. This cigarette is like the lips of a young girl."

Thinking of this, the blacksmith's expression changed instantly and he put on an ugly smile.

"Group talk. Talking back to Wu Laiyi. Since it was the Earl who said it, I think these brats have room for training. I'm going to train them hard."

What exercises do you practice?

We are a serious unit here, not a temple or church. You'd better not be interested in the little boy.

Glancing at the group of crying teenagers with pity, Green knew they were going to have a hard time in the future. "Will your butt hurt when you wake up in the morning?" "Tsk, tsk, tsk, how pitiful!" "Maybe the territory could develop a lubricant industry in the future."

"Yeah, that's good, as long as you don't kill anyone."

The Earl is as cold as a glacier, making the apprentices feel the thorough chill. They will be beaten to death by the master. The requirements of this old blacksmith are quite strict, and most people cannot bear it.

Amidst the cries and shouts of the crowd, Green and Rudius walked out of the blacksmith shop.

"Uh."

"Is this really okay, Lord Green?" The young man put on his thick clothes again, feeling a little guilty. "This old man's requirements are very strict. They may not be able to bear it."

"What's so unbearable? I'm rewarding them! This is a blessing! Between blacksmithing and farming, I think many people know how to choose." The Earl said casually, and touched the head of the female werewolf who had been silent beside him. It was really soft, like touching a dog's head.

"hateful"

Shanda said this unwillingly in a low voice, but he didn't know that he was heard.

"Well, what did you say?"

Green glanced at Shanda casually, and his eyes unconsciously showed some murderous intent. Don't get me wrong, it's purely a habit.

This kind of weather reminded him of the days when he was hunted by demi-humans, and the heat in the blacksmith shop just now made him a little irritated.

"Feel sorry!"

Shanna was so frightened that he dared not say anything.

"Rudeus, you will serve as the lord's assistant from now on. You still need a title to intimidate these people."

Green gave the order. He noticed that these veteran guys were somewhat dissatisfied with Rudius, a guy who had made a mistake and currently had no position. This was not a good thing for him. He also hoped that Rudius would improve the industrial structure of his territory and develop an industrialization mechanism for the other world.

"Uh, alright Lord Green."

As if he had thought of something, Green suddenly took out a bag of gold coins from his clothes, and with reluctance in his heart, he threw it into the boy's hand.

"By the way, your parents seem to be coming over for the New Year, and your sister seems to be coming too. Take this money, but be sure to treat them well. Then you won't have to go to the border."

Paul and his mother? And his sister?

Rudius had a complicated look on his face. It was all his fault. According to the previous agreement, Rudius needed to take his sister in for training.

Although he should be happy now as he was finally able to return from the border, he actually couldn't be happy at all because his stupidity had caused his parents to be implicated, and he hadn't figured out how to explain the arm incident to his parents.

"Haha, don't worry, Rudeus, just trust me."

The young man nodded in agreement, and a sense of trust inexplicably surged in his mind.

"Yes, Lord Green."

Damn, what a great ability!

Old Rudy, why didn't he teach me this hypnotic ability? I also want to be the hypnotist king of another world!

Who hasn't read some Korean comics? You're so mean!

Chapter 65 New Year's Eve Gifts from Three Perverts

After many days of busy work, Lord Green finally discovered his blind spot. Why was I always on the run? How could a leader do things on his own?

impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

The most important thing is that Green doesn't have time either! He has the responsibility of managing a province and eleven counties on his shoulders! He has to take care of cute demi-human girls every day, and he also has to deal with the aloof female elf. Where would he find the time?

Damn it! I'm the boss! I've finally built my mercenary group into a magnate, and my company is even listed. Do I have to go into business again? How can I do that?

"I need more cattle and horses!"

"No, no, I need more office workers! Let them make money for me, make more money!"

“Go work!”

With this purpose in mind, he directly opened up full access to and from the dungeon in his dreams, accelerated the screening process, and even allowed players to overcome difficulties.

The game progress of this group of Japanese players was actually quite good, especially the strategy groups formed by the senior teams. It really surprised him that these guys could actually fight against his army that had killed people.

In his opinion, it was just a game! Even though it had been artificially rigged with deadly bugs, how could these greenhouse flowers fight against a real executioner? Especially since his own soldiers were no mere NPCs; they were soldiers who had mastered the art of battlefield combat. Especially since the group Green had summoned were his most elite frontline troops.

That is not something that those weaklings of the mainland aristocrats can compare to. In other words, this group of Japanese office workers have really been forced into a desperate situation. There are indeed a group of available people among these more than 10,000 greenhouse flowers.

Just like that, after the access and exit permissions were directly opened, the copy represented by Green was quickly conquered.

Game loading

NPC warriors remaining number: 201 can be refreshed

Sub-BOSS remaining: 2

Kayal: Minor injury

Flillian: Intact

Entering the game SAO

After falling asleep, my consciousness completely fell into darkness, and I felt as if countless amethyst-like things appeared around me, wrapping me up and carrying me to the infinitely distant other side.

Bang!

When he regained consciousness, Green returned to the world of SAO.

In the ruined town, sunlight shone into the collapsed castle and the dilapidated throne. His towering body sat alone on it, holding a broad-bladed longsword stuck in the ground with his eyes closed.

"call"

"Here we go again! These little guys are so good that they actually injured Kaiar."

Isn't this guy supposed to be healed? How could he still be injured? It's so weird.

Before he could be quiet for a while, he heard a familiar noise.

"Lord Green!!! You are finally here. Lady Fulilian and I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Kaiyal appeared out of nowhere, wearing a tattered low-cut dress, his face flushed with aggrieved look, giving people a messy and broken feeling.

He seemed to want to jog over and get close to him, forcing the lord to take off and hide far away.

"If you have something to say, say it. Don't come near me." Green couldn't help but grit his teeth. "Fuck you, are you doing this on purpose?"

He had recently come to understand that there was definitely something wrong with Kaiar! And it was a major problem! It was probably the psychological trauma left by being toyed with by the demi-humans as a child that led to this guy's extremely twisted personality.

Violent, perverse, and cruel, these are all his revenge against the sub-humans, and this is the cruel side of his heart.

The feminine behavior is a serious mental illness.

The special emotions that came after he had a mental breakdown but was saved by himself, coupled with the fact that a certain count was very strict, I guess it was a bit like Stockholm.

This is so fucking outrageous! Can a psychologist come through here and travel through time? If this continues, I’m going to have problems too, you bastard!

Can someone come and kill me?

He couldn't bear it anymore. He couldn't even imagine what he would do if Kaiyal was like this in real life. In this world, the only people who could provide psychological comfort were probably clergy. If there were no psychologists, clergy could take over.

I've been having trouble getting news about the Axis sect lately. The people I sent out haven't returned yet. Is it really because it's too far away? Perhaps we can open a route to Belzec, the headquarters of the Axis sect, and establish contact.

"Wow, Lord Green is so cold and indifferent. I was almost killed by those adventurers just now. Seriously."

Kaiar, dressed in women's clothing, missed the opportunity and knelt on the ground with his legs apart, touching his face and pretending to cry.

"Ah? It doesn't matter, you're a clone anyway, right? So how about this, you better be careful and don't die?"

"Sometimes I really feel that Lord Green is too cruel."

Faced with the complaints of his subordinates, a certain earl was really frustrated. Facing a group of weird subordinates, being able to remain calm is a complete skill, and isn't what he said the truth?

woohoo~~~

The sound of wind whispered in my ears.