Chapter 178

The guard summoned up his courage and struck with a sword.

Hoo.

Then the young king took a step to the left and easily flashed to one side.

"Come again!"

Then the guard bit his teeth and swept over with another sword.

Wesselis lowered his head this time, and the long sword crossed over his head. Then he hit his shoulder forward and hit the guard's chest directly.

Bang——

The guard was knocked out two or three steps with a long sword, one hand covering his chest, and he was panting.

"Come again."

Wesselis wanted to move his muscles and bones temporarily, but it hurt the soldier.

"Your Majesty..."

Which brother in the castle did not practice sword with his majesty? It was just asking for hardship. The guard smiled bitterly, then grabbed the sword again and jumped up, and a sword directly cut into wesselis's neck.

When they practiced swords, they never thought about whether they would hurt wesselis.

For since the siege of two or three of their brothers began two years ago, they have not even touched the corners of wesselis's clothes.

This time, however, wesselis did not continue to dodge. Instead, he held the handle of the sword with both hands and hit it with his bloody sword.

Dang!

There was a loud sound of metal collision in the silent workshop.

The long sword held by the guard was cut off, and the tip of the sword fell to the ground.

The young king's Dusk cut off each other's long sword, and the blade wrapped in the strong wind pressed on his neck.

At this moment, the guard only felt cold, and the palm holding the broken sword softened, and then fell to the ground.

Clang——

Hoo Hoo

Slightly gasping for breath, the guard really felt that he was going to die at that moment.

Wesselis also slowly took back his sword, and then gently patted the guard on the shoulder to express comfort.

He was very satisfied with this "dusk" and was able to cut off the opponent's weapons with a sword in the collision, which was a very good achievement.

And this sword is like a weapon forged with valerian steel, which contains magic. It cuts off a sword without any damage to its blade, and will never be rolled or broken.

"This sword is good. I'm very satisfied."

Wesselis nodded slightly, then hung dusk on the shelf just now, turned his head and said to the two people far away.

This sword has just been forged. Master TOBU needs to forge a scabbard for this sword.

"Your Majesty is satisfied."

"The scabbard can be made soon."

And Toby was a little relieved.

This sword definitely has the same level as varelian steel sword, even stronger. He has sufficient self-confidence.

As a maker, Toby even expected to see Twilight compete with a real valerian steel sword in the future.

The stark family's ice?

The broken heart of the Tali family?

Or the long claw of the Mormon family, the empty lady of the cobry family, and the red rain of the Zhuo drum family.

As a senior blacksmith, tob is naturally familiar with these famous valerian steel swords.

"Yes."

Wesselis nodded, picked up the tip of the sword cut by the dusk from the floor, played with it slightly, and looked at the burnt black color at the fracture, some thoughtful.

Then he raised his head again.

When he first arrived, wesselis was attracted by the bloody sword. However, until this time, he found that the primary school disciple who was always inseparable from his master was not here.

"Master Toby, where's your primary school apprentice?"

Wesselis asked casually.

Now there is only the bald master tob and melisandra in the whole workshop. The little apprentice with black hair has disappeared.

In fact, after three months, wesselis already knew the boy's name.

Jandley.

Wesselis didn't react when he first knew the name, because jandley is a very common name in this world.

At the same time, he also has a very ordinary identity, an apprentice to a blacksmith.

However, until the black haired boy proudly took out an ox horn helmet and told wesselis that it was made by himself with the help of his teacher.

Wesselis suddenly remembered the boy's true identity. He might be Robert's illegitimate son.

Jandley's biological mother was a waitress in a tavern, but he died as soon as he remembered.

Then jandley was entrusted by an unnamed knight to tob Mott's blacksmith's shop and paid double the internship fee.

These things were also confirmed by wesselis from tob Mott.

Jandley was indeed sent by a knight two years ago. He didn't want to take such a young child as an apprentice, but the other party gave too much.

At that time, he also vaguely guessed that the other party should be the illegitimate son of a dignitary. The child's father could not take him home openly, but could only secretly arrange a peaceful life for him.

However, tob Mott never thought that jandley would be the illegitimate son of the king.

Wesselis didn't expect to catch Robert's illegitimate son with a stick at that time.

Threatening Robert with his identity in exchange for a high ransom?

Wesselis has never thought so. Although many people despise honor, wesselis doesn't want to become notorious.

And perhaps Robert had long forgotten jandley and didn't care about the life or death of the illegitimate son.

So wesselis didn't know what to do with the boy with some complicated life experience.

Jandley's character is completely opposite to his father. He is a very gentle boy.

But he inherited his father's figure. He was a bit taller than boys of the same age. He looked like a natural blacksmith.

He couldn't think of a better way to deal with it. Anyway, he didn't know his life experience. So wesselis didn't care about him and asked him to continue making iron in the blacksmith's workshop.

"Jandley is not feeling well and has gone back to rest."

The master pushed people off the stove and finally burned them into fly ash. There were no bones left

Tob Mott regarded jandley as his own disciple and taught him the method of recasting valerian steel. However, he did not expect that his beloved looked pale and vomited in the dark.

Toby was a little dissatisfied. His Majesty was coming. Jandley was still making trouble here.

Then he drove jandley away and cleaned up the traces of his apprentice's vomiting.

Jandley also lived in andalos castle, but like many servants, he lived in dilapidated rooms outside the main castle.

However, even this is much better than the blacksmith shop. At least it won't be full of coke when you breathe.

And now.

The black haired boy hid in the room alone and sat on the bed with his hands on his knees. His mind was still thinking about what had just happened and what the priestess had said.

Blood sacrifice

Jandley's body trembled slightly. Suddenly he didn't want to be a blacksmith.