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Chapter 53 0053: The meaning of weapons
Arthur lay on his side.

He was quiet and didn't struggle as usual.

Worchell's heart was half cold, and he walked quickly towards his apprentice, no matter whether he was biting or going crazy, as long as he had a mouth to breathe, it was a good thing.

"I... It hurts so much, who are you, where is my teacher?"

There was a muffled groan in the room, and the sound of armor and chains being thrown to the ground.

[Series of tasks: Iron and Steel's Heart ([-])]

【Status: Completed】

Ken was a little puzzled.

According to the previous missions, first the experience points will be credited, and then according to the mission content, they will get material rewards, or some promotion and help.

Why is there nothing?

This is the first time I have received a [series of missions]. This thing may not be settled until all of it is completed.

Where is the follow-up?
Ken turned his head and saw the excited blacksmith, so he took the initiative to give up the space.

"How are you feeling, Arthur, can you talk?"

"teacher……"

Walker walked in front of his apprentice, and he could tell that this paranoid old man was cold on the outside and hot on the inside.

Ken observed for a while: Arthur was a little delirious. The reason for his weakness was that he hadn't eaten normally during the past few days after being infected, but his body was fine.

This is the first hunting case that I have treated.

He turned around and left, leaving room for the two masters and apprentices, and walked down the stairs by himself to join in the research on various tools.

The singer made black tea.

Ken and Quema chat about recruiting refugees.

The slums of the Duwa tribe are full. Although Santon Kaya is not well-known, as long as they provide food and protection, they can still attract many people.

They had to return to [Kege], assemble their teams, and proceed to the next two villages.

Food is a small problem, but the size of the army is limited, and the number of refugees must be strictly controlled. After discussion, it was decided that recruiting a hundred people would be enough.

Quema mentioned another interesting thing.

Slave traders can buy combat power there. They are captives after the conflict, survivors of massacres and looting...

Those who could pay the ransom were taken away, and the rest were about to be auctioned off.

"Why are they willing?"

"All kinds of means," Kuima paused. "To treat ordinary labor, it is usually fed poison, and you can only buy it as a slave. For those who can fight with weapons, there are special conjurers in the slave trader to control them, so that they cannot resist the orders of their employers."

Ken tapped the table with his fingers.

[Recruiting slaves can quickly gain instant combat power, but loyalty is difficult to guarantee, and the core cohesion of the team will decline as a result. 】

Short of people, but also short of money.

"The trophies seized from the bandits, those that cannot be identified will be kept, and all the ones we don't need will be thrown away on the shelf. We can buy as many people as we can get in exchange."

Kuima nodded. There were a lot of spoils in the camp, and there were still some in Kee Village.

Boom, boom, boom.

The sound of footsteps came from the top of the building, and everyone's discussion gradually gathered up.

The blacksmith came to the front hall with his apprentice, who was recovering from a serious illness, on his back. He awkwardly expressed his thanks to everyone.

Weak Arthur also bowed.

He was injured and couldn't walk freely, but his life was definitely saved.

Kuema stood by the wall and silently glanced at Zhan Jing.

He knew that Mr. Ken could completely treat this minor injury, but since he didn't, there must be other considerations. Apart from being cautious, maybe he wasn't trusting enough.

Ken remained silent. He poured boiling water into the cup, and the steam rose slowly, making the room a little awkward.

"I beg you, don't take him to southern Xinjiang."

Waucher's body tensed up gradually, but he still tried to say his reasons:

"The village where Arthur was born was bloodbathed by troops from southern Xinjiang. Wars are always involuntary. No one can control their greed. Weapons are the most cruel tools. I don't want Arthur to be overwhelmed by hatred ..."

Instead of holding the cup, Ken took off his gloves and exposed his right arm. This was the second time he showed his identity today.

Arthur didn't see it clearly, but Waucher's face was already horrified.

"You, are you a warrior?"

"Yes, Thornton Kaya."

The rider answered first.

They are pure and authentic northerners, with totem tattoos, animal bones decorations, straight backs, standing respectfully behind Ken, as if it is the most powerful evidence.

"When the cavalry is stained with the blood of your countrymen,"

Ken pressed his fingers together and propped his chin, his voice calm and calm, his eagle-like eyes across the room.

Arthur raised his head and looked at him, like a prey being crushed to death.

"Those who stand up to resist in the tribe, those who stand in front of you, think about it, are the weapons in their hands also full of sins?"

Arthur's breathing came quickly.

Ken averted his suffocating gaze and turned to Voucher.

"I will not leave the northern border. My blacksmith shop needs manpower. How much resources will be invested in the workshop for apprentices? My entire tribe is developing, and all materials will be thrown into Arthur's hands. Those things will allow him to grow as soon as possible. "

Blacksmiths frowned, and craftsmen pursued the pinnacle of technology.

His embarrassing position in the workshop will indeed limit the talent of the apprentice.

"Hey, the most important thing is..."

Ken paused, and pulled out his weapon instantly. The cold light flashed, and the sound of the steel sword being unsheathed made his scalp tingle.

Vauciel panicked at first, and then tried to stop it.

When he got close to the weapon, his face was full of disgust, it was the disgust carved into his bones.

The point of the sword hung over Arthur's nose.

The young workshop apprentice was not afraid. He held his breath and stared at the sharp edge, showing concentration and scrutiny.

Ken swung the air twice and retracted his weapon.

"You are a spirit craftsman," he said flatly. "But your apprentice is a very talented blacksmith."

The room was quiet.

Arthur bowed his head in silence.

"I know."

Wauchel relaxed.

This matter is actually not a secret. When Arthur passed the workshop exam, he was present, but being told by a stranger made him look a lot older in an instant.

"So, now it's whether he wants to."

Ken got up and prepared to leave, leaving them enough time to think about it. Although he acted very domineering, he would not force anyone.

When he was about to leave, he turned and added.

"The matter of hunting is very sensitive, and I don't want to disclose it. Of course, if someone uses strong means to force it, you can say that... you took a very rare potion."

Arthur nodded, very obediently.

Worchell's mouth was very strict, but he paid more attention to the second half of the sentence, and suddenly realized that the other party was afraid that Ivan would provoke and retaliate, and used despicable means to ask for information.

Ken leads the team out of the house.

The sky was dark, and a few people left the village on the same road and walked to the camp.

People's hearts are unpredictable, and they will be uneasy if they expose their cards. The worst plan is to leave after finishing the work, and at most it will take time to come to the Dua tribe to pick up the sword after half a year.

(End of this chapter)