Chapter 255 Siege
Su Lun has no clear concept of the power he possesses. The step of "tanning" leather has no "horizontal comparison" at all in the era of underdeveloped information, because craftsmen who make equipment and weapons often spend their entire lives in one place. If they don't take half a step, they have no information, and most of the time they even cherish themselves. Only "players" like Rody will choose the so-called "optimal solution" to make equipment after systematic research and comparison. As for the "natives" in the game-I'm afraid they have never had a piece of equipment in their minds. Gear requires the idea of "multiplayer crafting".
Rody is aware of his own strengths and weaknesses: Although the "safari suit" he made before has strong attributes, if the magic attributes of the chimera scales themselves are considered, the magical effect of this set of equipment may not be enough. ——Low level is one aspect, and the low "tanning" effect actually accounts for at least 70% of the proportion. Dealing with leather armor pieces, I am afraid that the attribute can be improved by at least 3% or even more.
Naturally, Su Lun didn't realize this, because he didn't have any ability better than Rody except "tanning"—and he didn't know anything about it.
At this time, Su Lun was reaching out to pick up the unsewn wristband on the table, glanced at it, and then said: "The skin of the fire-thorned iguana should not be cut in this way. If it is cut like this, the inside of the cortex will be damaged energy will be disrupted."
"Isn't the suture here a little too far out?"
“How can this place be reverse stitched?”
There is no special system for leather making, and almost every famous leather craftsman has his own unique insights. The same is true for Su Lun——Facing Luo Di's semi-finished product, his first thought is to "prick", but Luo Di standing behind him Di didn't make any excuses, just nodded and said, "You're right."
"kindness?"
Su Lun was completely puzzled. He thought that Rody would be surprised to ask why, but judging by the tone of his answer, it seemed that he already knew these things?
"Then why did you—"
Before Su Lun finished speaking, there was a sudden knock on the door. He turned his head and found a well-armed soldier standing at the door. His attention was immediately attracted, and he forgot what he wanted to ask.
"Master Roddy, a group of soldiers is coming outside."
Su Lun pricked up his ears, wondering what kind of soldier would come to Rody, but he didn't notice the unremarkable "finished wristband" among the dazzling waste on the table.
"Who? Looking for me?"
Roddy asked casually.
"Lord Angmar's team."
These words made Su Lun's expression stiff for a moment.
"Oh, where did they come from? Letters?"
"No, it's just an old man who claims to be the Duke's butler, and said he will pick you up and go to Holy City."
Such an answer really choked Su Lun. He originally wanted to ask something, but it got stuck in his throat because of the soldier's words.
"Heh—it's quite pompous." Rody didn't show much surprise, but nodded and said, "I'll see you later."
The soldiers led away, and Rody immediately turned his gaze back to Su Lun: "By the way, where did we talk just now?"
"Uh--speaking of leather-making techniques, well, your sewing technique is actually a bit special but I think it should be pretty good."
Su Lun really didn't dare to criticize as before, and his tone changed. Luo Di naturally understood what he was thinking, and didn't break it. He just smiled and said: "Everyone's production methods are different, wait for me After finishing this set of equipment, you can take a look and talk about it?"
"No problem, talk, talk."
Su Lun didn't take this sentence to heart, but secretly thought that it's strange that you did a good job, and forced a smile on his face, thinking that Luo Di's actions were a bit outrageous.
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When all this happened in the manor, the "Wolverine Mercenary Group" was clamoring about how to deal with Rody.
The dignified deputy leader was held down and beaten by the town's patrol team, and was thrown on the side of the road like garbage. This is a complete shame and humiliation for the uncles of the "Wolverine Mercenary Corps". The newest person in power in the town, this made the self-esteemed mercenaries immediately unite with the enemy——
"Catch them and punish the murderer"
"A lord with no hair at all, what's there to show off? It looks like a good-for-nothing."
"I'm going to skin that guy now"
Of course, there were also soldiers who raised objections, but they were quickly drowned in the frenzy of criticism. The deputy commander, Dawei, had already been dazzled by anger, and had already ordered to gather all the mercenaries currently on vacation in the town. He was about to attack the baron's mansion. If he hadn't been too seriously injured to go to the door, he might have rushed up with his short sword.
"This group of guys must pay the price"
"That's for sure, you take good care of your injuries, and leave the rest to me." Leslie, the head of the team, persuaded, "I will deal with them directly after the team is assembled, and I will do it in three hours."
After hearing this, Dawei lay back on the hospital bed contentedly, and when Leslie returned to the bedroom, his face became gloomy—this kind of thing is not small, it is basically equivalent to Lord Soderol and them "at odds" ", His next choice is very simple: endure this breath forcefully, compromise, or try his best to make a gesture of death, forcing Suo Deluoer to make concessions.
In any other town, it would be impossible for the mercenary group to confront the lord, but in Kig Town, the power of the "Wolverine Mercenary Group" gave Leslie absolute confidence
"Surround that manor, fully armed, and go to war if necessary"
Leslie gave the order viciously: "The allowance is doubled, and the salary is paid as usual. This is no joke"
"yes"
Seventy or eighty mercenaries left the mercenary regiment's garrison directly after rearranging their armaments, and headed towards the edge of the town arrogantly with the steps of an uncle.