noveltune Chapter 39 Gis, feeling secretly sorry for him
Chapter 39 Gis, feeling secretly sorry for him
Rogge is having trouble recruiting anyone in Broken Amber Village!
The village is where villagers have been rooted for generations; it is the core of their spirit and life!
The villagers are essentially a bound community.
Leaving the village is tantamount to abandoning the village and the roots upon which one depends for survival!
In the village, apart from hooligans and thugs, and those who couldn't survive, no normal, decent person would go with this outsider!
Moreover, the villagers of Duanpo Village are mostly free people.
They own their own land and their own assets!
Livestock, houses, fields, even fishing boats and nets...
These are the foundations that give them the confidence to make a living!
For farmers, going to the Ganders village, which is dozens of miles to the east, is the farthest place they have ever been in their lives!
They were completely unfamiliar with everything outside the world and remained wary of all strangers.
Especially in Pande, a continent plagued by constant war, this vigilance has long been ingrained in the villagers' very bones!
When Rogge and his two companions first came to this village, they wouldn't have even been able to get in if it weren't for old Jalrolf taking them in!
Compared to those homeless people who cannot survive and wander aimlessly,
Ordinary people have a piece of land where they can settle down and make a living. As long as they have food to eat, no one would be willing to follow strangers on an unknown journey.
Especially in Pandora, a world where the strong get stronger and the weak get weaker, bandits, rebels, and heretics are everywhere.
Leaving the village meant facing a bleak future; the most likely outcome was starvation in the wilderness or being robbed of everything by bandits, leaving their lives in danger.
Rogge wanted to recruit people, but only those who couldn't survive in the village.
Those who have encountered years of disaster, lost their families, or are even heavily in debt will only follow him into the wilderness when they have nowhere else to turn!
Roger couldn't help but give a bitter laugh; he felt more and more how difficult it was to start from scratch.
Especially during the initial accumulation phase from scratch, every step was exceptionally difficult.
If he were a lord with his own fiefdom, or a wealthy and renowned merchant, recruiting people would be a natural progression...
But the current Rogge has neither strength nor prestige.
Virgil and God, as second-tier combatants at level 15, would be cannon fodder anywhere!
Fortunately, they have now gained a foothold!
The best approach right now is to proceed steadily and surely.
If they have the skill to forge equipment, then they should expand and strengthen this business, turning money into their own strength. That's more reliable than anything else!
……
Gold and Virgil were urged by Rogge to get busy, and he demanded that they finish forging a longsword today.
Roger found another basket, put the two bags of coins inside, covered them with smoked fish, and moved all four baskets of smoked fish under the food table.
The room was completely empty, and there was nowhere suitable to hide the money... so I had to find a temporary place to store it.
Roger temporarily fenced off an area in the corner by the door, where the six old sheep were temporarily housed, and could be herded inside at night...
Roger didn't plan to keep these six sheep for too long.
This is a crucial period for them to improve their strength, and it's precisely the time when they need a lot of meat to nourish themselves...
……
Meanwhile, God and Virgil were already busy at work.
Virgil pumped the bellows, the charcoal in the forge glowed red-hot, and Gode, shirtless, began forging a longsword, sparks flying everywhere.
Rogge walked to the table in the corner and took the broken sword from it.
Looking up, the sword was still smooth and sharp, without any chipping or rust, clearly indicating that it was well maintained and cared for.
The only break is at the junction of the blade and the hilt.
But the woman only made one request to Roger: to repair the sword!
If it were up to Roger, the sword would be best to be reforged. He only needed a little bit of high-quality steel to give the longsword a major upgrade, making it stronger and sharper than before.
But Roger ultimately did not act on his own initiative.
This sword is the very Vanscare noble sword that Old Quay broke during the duel!
Perhaps this sword holds some kind of emotion...
If Rogge were to destroy the sword's appearance in order to "upgrade" it, the result would only be counterproductive!
……
Roger first pulled the half-iron rod out of the sword hilt, looked around, and saw that God and the other man were busy and no one was paying attention to him.
Roger grasped the broken hilt and the blade near the break with both hands, aligning the two broken surfaces perfectly.
Rogge quietly activated his "Melting" ability!
A tingling, warm current flowed from my arm to the junction of the two severed wounds. The wounds, originally a slightly silvery-gray color, turned bright red at a visible speed.
Because it was controlled by Rogge, it only had a localized effect and did not affect the blade.
Roger quickly pressed the two parts together to make them stick.
In just a short while
The power transmission has stopped, and the originally rough break has been completely healed, leaving only a very thin trace similar to a forging weld!
After the hilt was reattached, the longsword was completely restored to its original state!
……
Duanpo Village, on the militia's open ground.
Giss, his body wrapped in bandages, stood anxiously to the side, his gaze fixed on the middle-aged man in the center of the arena who was wielding his longsword.
He was supposed to be resting and recovering at home, but his mother wouldn't even let him get out of bed. She even brought his meat dinner, in a bowl, to his bedside...
Today, before noon, this group of people came to his door, wanting to borrow his longsword to test their skills...
This middle-aged man was a squad leader in the militia, and he usually took good care of him, so he really couldn't bring himself to refuse...
He was so worried about his precious sword being out of sight that he decided to ignore his injuries and follow along despite them.
The middle-aged man was breathing heavily, his hands moving non-stop.
The sword was a little heavy for him, but this was just for ordinary swinging and playing around. The heavier the longsword was, the more he felt it!
With each move, he wielded his longsword with great skill and power, displaying an imposing presence.
With his final slash, he aimed at a tree branch as thick as his forearm that was already standing to the side and cleaved it horizontally with his sword.
The branch snapped off instantly, leaving a smooth, clean cut.
The man sheathed his longsword, looked down and carefully examined the blade to make sure there were no nicks or chips.
"What a fine sword!"
"I can pick up the one I ordered the day after tomorrow!"
Having confirmed that the longsword produced by the blacksmith was indeed of excellent quality, the middle-aged man felt relieved and filled with anticipation for his new sword.
When he turned around, he was met with Giss's gloomy and resentful face.
"Alright, alright, here's your treasure back!"
As the man spoke, he pointed the hilt of his sword at Gis and casually tossed it over.
Giss quickly caught it, but the sudden movement aggravated his injury, causing him to wince in pain. However, he ignored the pain and hurriedly checked the condition of his longsword.
Fortunately, after a thorough inspection, the blade was found to be free of any chips or damage.
But when he saw that the originally exquisite and beautiful patterns on the sword had several scratches, Gis felt his heart was bleeding and he was heartbroken.
He had just heard about the pricing of longswords at the "Three Musketeers Blacksmith Shop".
It costs a full one hundred silver dinars!
Even though he didn't manage things, he knew perfectly well that his family couldn't even come up with ten silver dinars!
Nowadays, that blacksmith shop only makes standard longswords weighing about three jin (approximately 1.5 kg).
In Gis's opinion, a three-pound longsword was far inferior to the eight-pound military-grade sword in his hand!
His sword could cut through iron like mud, and it was most suitable for him to use; it was clearly tailor-made for him.
Gis wasn't stupid either. A standard three-pound sword cost a hundred dinars, so the value of his sword was definitely far more than that!
The more he understood the value of the sword, the more grateful he felt to his mother.
Although he didn't know the extent of his mother's efforts to obtain this armed sword for him, Gis noticed that the meat he had been eating these past few days was starting to taste a bit stale...
A young man, whom Geese didn't know very well, came up to him, wanting to borrow the longsword to show off his skills.
"No!"
Giss resolutely refused, sheathed his sword, and was about to turn and go home.
Just then, a girl he knew hurriedly called out to him.
"Gis, what are you doing here?"
"I...I looked all over your house but couldn't find you. Turns out you were here!"
The woman was panting heavily, unable to catch her breath.
"Is there something you need?" Geese frowned and asked softly.
"Gis, hurry to the old chief's house!"
Your mother is crying and making a scene over there!