Chapter 392 The Iron Fist King

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"Yes." Keane nodded.

Robbins joined the army with Old Blue many years ago, and they were brothers in a squad. Old Blue fought fiercely on the battlefield, while Robbins was calm and enterprising.

Seeing this familiar long sword, Robbins with all his tendons, standing in the same place, seems to be recalling the glorious years.

Robbins didn't speak, and Keane didn't move. In terms of seniority, Robbins was his uncle. Although he was an adult, Keane still followed the attitude of the younger generation.

Half a minute later, Robbins woke up from his memory, took the long sword in Keane's hand, and said, "This sword is not heavy, it is a pity that it is melted into farming tools, and it can only be sold to those adventurers in the past. "

Keane did not speak, but listened respectfully beside him. He knew that Uncle Robbins would not cheat him. This was an elder who had a lifelong relationship with Old Blue.

"His Majesty, the newly appointed king this year, has issued an iron limit order. The price of iron ore has risen a lot. You can sell a long sword for a lot of money, but it won't be much. You have to be mentally prepared." Luo Binns said. "Six silver delle, this is the limit I give."

Keane heard it, grinned and said, "Too much, Uncle Robbins, you don't have to..."

Robbins waved to interrupt what Keane was about to say, "I've been working on iron for so many years, and I won't do a loss-making business, don't worry."

Remembering Uncle Robbins' goodness in his heart, Keane thought about bringing Uncle Robbins some of the family's specialties the next time he came to town.

The original idea of ​​this long sword Keene was to sell five silver Dele to the sky, and Uncle Robbins definitely made a loss-making business.

You have never been on the battlefield, so you have no idea how much the friendship between your comrades in arms is. The hardships of life make all the civilians in Xiaka Town busy with their livelihoods, and even during the festivals, they rarely walk with each other.

Only at the annual Oktoberfest, the town of Sciacca and the people from the six surrounding villages will get together to celebrate this grand event.

It's also that time of year when Keane needs to go home early the next morning with Old Blue on his back.

People in their 30s and 40s, when they were about to enter the soil, drank exactly the same as when they joined the army. Hundreds of old men gathered together and could drink one-third of the alcohol of the Oktoberfest.

Keane actually didn't understand this so-called friendship in arms. Now that Faustin's national security and national security are strong, there is no need for extra young adults to enlist in the army, and Keane has no chance to experience his father's life at the time.

"What else is needed, let's say it in one breath." Robbins said looking at Keane. He didn't believe that Old Blue would sell his long sword without warning.

"A silver ring, it doesn't need to be too heavy, as long as it looks good." Keane said with a blushing face.

Robbins glanced at Keane thoughtfully, "Take these two silver dollies, the cost of making the ring is four silver dollies." Turning around, he went into the house and took two silver dollies. , Robbins patted Keane's hand.

"Pick it up in a week." After speaking, Robbins returned to the blacksmith's room.

"Clang! Dang! Dang!" The rhythmic voice came out again, accompanied by a rough roar from Robbins, "Be good to your wife, and let Old Blue not move his stump leg!"

The words were rough, but Keane heard his heart warm, and thanked Uncle Robbins in the blacksmith again before leaving here.

In the blacksmith shop, the heavy hammer that was beating the iron block slowly stopped, and Robbins suddenly missed his son who was an apprentice tailor in the Baron City.

"Go see him in a while. I've been married for two years, and I haven't given birth to a grandson. It's not as good as the cub of the old Blue family." Robbins thought so.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!" The knocking sound continued.

Different people have different ways of living. For commoners like Old Blue and Keene who live in the countryside, they can live a lifetime of farming and eating coarse grains that can fill their stomachs every day.

Maybe there are ideals. Country people don't know what ideals are. Ideals mean hope. Keane's current hope is to buy new cloth and silver rings for his wife. Old Blue's hope is to live to see his grandson grow up.

The city people also have their own way of living, and everyone in the city of Flor, the capital of Faustin, is very happy today.

Their wise and great His Majesty the King issued a nationwide decree yesterday morning to reduce taxes by 30% in the second half of this year and next year.

Thirty percent of the tax is quite a lot. For the residents of the capital, it means that they pay less than a few silver delle each year. For the rural farmers, it means that they can eat more than a dozen meals of bread outside the holidays.

The people of Flor like to inquire about gossip. Why did the king give this order because His Majesty's sister has returned to the country. The king was overjoyed and issued this decree.

All the Faustins who knew the reason, were happy for the return of the princess.

On the days of national celebration, Angelina, who was the party, was not at all happy.

On the contrary, since returning to Flor City yesterday morning, he has locked himself in the house, and anyone with a discerning eye can see Angelina's sadness.

Locke has tried to persuade him many times, but Angelina didn't say anything, just cried with Locke. All Locke could do was to stay with her since yesterday morning.

"Alas!" Outside the princess's bedroom, King Kensel, who was holding the king's scepter and dressed in fancy clothes, let out a sigh.

It was a happy day for my sister to come back, but I was so sad to hear that my father passed away last year, and even Kensell himself felt a little bit and missed the strictness.

The old king who silently paid for himself.

"Your Majesty, the ministers and nobles are waiting in the side hall." An attendant walked over to Kensel and said in a low voice.

After adjusting his emotions, Kensell's expression returned to calm, "Well, let's go over now."

The high-ranking servants who had gone out to fight for many years in the kingdom returned with the first-level knights of the two marquis families. Some of the family's pillars fell in the plane war, while others had greatly improved their strength, and brought back all kinds of precious materials, small Undercurrents began to flow in the capital, and Faustin was not as calm as he seemed.

Kensel, who had been on the throne for a year, had just consolidated his kingship when he faced a major challenge.

"Tell the chef to prepare food for the princess and Knight Locke, and then send it in." Although he had gone far away, Kensel's words still echoed in this bedroom.

The maids and servants who have only entered the palace in the past two years, it is clear that His Majesty Kensel really cares about his sister as rumored.

There was a lot of noise in the side hall, and before they got close, the noise made Kensell's head hurt.

The king is indeed not so easy to be, it is much more difficult than leading an army to fight, and Kensell, who has succeeded him for a year, has a deep understanding.

Seeing His Majesty the King come in, the voice in the side hall became a little weaker.

The reason for this was not their respect for the king, but fear.

When Kensell succeeded to the throne last year, several nobles and ministers were personally executed, and there were not many small families involved in the destruction. The city of Flor was filled with blood for a month.

This is an iron-fisted king, stronger than the previous old king.

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