The sunset falls, which will make people feel disappointed.

At least that's what the blacksmith thinks.

Because even if the window is fully opened, the light is slightly dim, which means that fine operations cannot be performed.

He regretfully put down the hammer and carved nails, feeding the brand new furnace charcoal like he did when he was looking for a pet, and the fire in the cavity shadowed his knotted muscles.

Crash.

The whole basin of river water was poured on the body, washed away the sweat stains, and then rub the charcoal ash with coarse numbness - this was considered taking a shower!

The blacksmith picked up the large pullover and put it on her very unaccustomedly.

The clothes were sent by a woman at the base and warned him: if she was still walking around with her bare arms, she would quietly hide the iron ore.

How can this work?

So every time the blacksmith goes to the tavern for dinner, he has to make himself feel wronged.

"Hmm? Something is wrong."

The roadside lights were not fully lit, and the workers in charge of lighting seemed to be a bit dereliction of duty. The tavern was also full of people at this time, and the noise was heard far away.

"Hiss, how do I want to eat? Are you not busy today?"

He raised his sight again, and then he saw the crowds of people in the gravel square.

The blacksmith's pair of leather boots stepped onto the platform, and his burly figure instantly raised, blocking most of the fire light behind him, and the crowd also noticed his arrival.

Everyone cooperated to get out of the passage, handed over the torch, and illuminated the bulletin board.

The T-shaped wooden sign in front of him was heavy and sturdy, with clever and reliable interface. He carried it up himself and held it here with a hammer.

There were no nail marks on it, but were made of vines and wooden strips to spread the papyrus straight out - with engineering arrangements and shift notices on it.

The blacksmith sat down on the spot and could face the bulletin board just by raising his head slightly.

He found that the middle position was vacated, and a piece of finely crafted parchment was solemnly sandwiched.

Although the blacksmith looks like a stupid bear, he often studies various design drawings, and it is not difficult to identify the text. At this moment, he is reading word by word.

The onlookers also came up. Although they had already known it in advance, they still listened carefully.

"Lord's Announcement."

This is the title.

"The banquet at the base is scheduled for half a month. Please work hard for food. There will be a few things to announce at that time."

This is the main text.

“Adam White.”

This is the signature.

The blacksmith spread his hands, not quite understanding why they were so excited.

The residents gathered and stared at him with fiery eyes.

"Why are you still here?"

"The lord called all the best attackers in the stronghold to the back of the high ground."

"Did you reveal anything when the Lord stayed with you last night?"

"I heard that the Lord Lord is going to give a reward!"

...

At this moment, behind the high ground.

There was a roar in that warm courtyard of the future.

Two wooden sticks broke through the wind and attacked each other, "splashing" in the air.

The crowd was obeying the lord's orders, duels with each other to learn skills, ranging from boxing to grappling, and even simulated armed fights.

"I thought it would be a reward for a sudden call."

"Dream, have you done anything to be proud of?"

They approached each other, fought and stalemate, and did not forget to joke with each other in private.

Adam moved when he heard the sound, pulled up a wooden stick wrapped in gauze, and rushed into the battle from the side.

He raised his hand and drew a simple and brisk arc, instantly knocked away the opponent's weapon, turned around and kicked sideways, and the other one also lay on the grass.

"Don't chat, sir."

He stood upright and shouted at the guys who were exhausted and mentally slackened.

"If wood training is not passionate, I will give you swords next time. When the time comes, don't blame me for being too cruel."

The fight on the grass was a bit tragic.

There were a total of about a dozen people, and in addition to the cavalry, there were also several young men who performed well in hunting and sweeping.

Adam paced among them, occasionally following his experience.

【Management rise】

Although it is not as good as actual combat, I can slowly transform myself into my own things by constantly simulating and drawing some skills from it.

【Long pole weapon enhancement, two-hand weapon enhancement】

"During the day, you go and train other people. When it's evening, you will come here to improve. I believe in practical teaching. Do you have any opinions?"

Adam distributed excellent war horses and upgraded these prisoners to cavalry in order to cultivate fire and to increase the overall strength of the stronghold.

The training plan is an essential link, which leads the whole, lays the foundation, and lays a solid foundation for the future expansion of the army.

The lord wandered in it, feeling quite satisfied.

Occasionally, I scanned a few guys and found that the data was gradually increasing, and those who were targeted would shudder and be braver in a short period of time.

Although the training is boring and ruthless, there is no complaint because the miserable person is not them...

As usual, Adam finished his inspection, returned to the outermost area, bent down and handed over the water.

"Are you okay?"

"Ahem, thank you, thank you."

【Luka Monk】

[Attitude: Following to the death]

[Qualification: Body 2.0 Wisdom 1.5]

【Special skills: riding, inspiration】

Luca frowned and swallowed the cold water, took the last mouthful, and cleaned the blood and bile between the teeth.

"puff!"

He wiped the corners of his mouth, supported him with a wooden stick and got up again, posing in a fighting posture.

"Pick up the dagger."

Adam commanded.

Several braziers had been lit next to it, illuminating the surroundings.

Everyone could see that Luca's eyes were bruised and swollen, and there was a clear crack in the corner of her mouth. Her body was shaking but she was still energetic.

He pinched the knife with a cold light and faced the lord with a short stick in his hand - as if facing a great enemy!

"I will train you alone in the past half month. Luca will say it if I can't hold on."

The other party did not answer, but gritted his teeth and snatched up. Although his movements were a bit forced, he was full of energy and did not slacken at all.

"Very good, the mountain escape gives you courage, you haven't forgotten it."

The short stick rushed upwards and hit the handle. With the slight sound of bone cracks, the weapon fell off.

Adam did not stop, pulled the other party's arm, elbowed him, and threw Luca out of his shoulder, and saw another mouthful of blood.

hiss--

The sound of sucking came from all around.

They have never doubted the strength of the Lord, so this kind of training alone is simply a life-threatening effort!

Before the cavalry became prisoners, after years of polishing, they were somewhat different from rural rude men like Luca.

When we first met, we didn't take him seriously.

But after tonight, I admire this person a little.

That kind of beating makes you weak after two rounds, but this guy has been practicing since the evening, but he still has no intention of giving up resisting.

[Luca inspired the team and improved the training effect]

"Skill!"
To be continued...