Knock Down That Tower

"I see your hard work in my eyes, and I hope you can keep it up."

Willie was not stingy with his own encouragement.

For other peers, excessive praise may make him complacent, but for Eric, nothing positive or negative can shake his heart.

In a way, his heart is far stronger than many adults.

"I will, Lord Baron."

After listening to Eric, there was no turbulence as Willy expected.

"Work hard."

Willy gave another word of encouragement, indicating that Eric could continue the forging at hand.

The Ordnance Manufacturing Agency has completed its inspection, and it is time to return.

To be able to visit Eric specifically is enough to express the importance he attaches to Eric.

"Wait a minute, Lord Baron!"

Willy just turned around when he suddenly heard Eric stop himself.

He turned around, looked at Eric who seemed to have made some sort of decision, and asked, "What's wrong, Eric?"

"Please wait a moment."

After Eric finished speaking, he quickly ran back to the forging room.

Flana glanced at Willy secretly, and found that Willy did not look unhappy.

He suddenly envied Eric very much, and being able to be waited by the baron standing there, this is an honor that no one else has.

It's no wonder that Flanner thinks too much. For the lower-ranking players, every move of the upper-ranking players is worth pondering over and over again.

Soon, Eric ran out of the forging chamber again.

Only this time, he held a brand new cross sword in his hand.

This cross sword is about 1.3 meters long, and it is almost as tall as Forger Eric when it is upright.

The surface of the cross sword is smooth and smooth, the sword edge is compelling, and it looks like an exquisite handicraft made by an old craftsman.

"This is the first sword I made. I hope I can give it to you as a gift."

Eric raised his head and looked Willy in the eye.

Seeing this, Willy smiled lightly and took the cross sword from Eric's hand.

He held the blade in his hand, looked at it carefully, and sighed more and more at Eric's forging talent.

I don't know why, but the more you look at this cross sword, the more people feel that it is like a heaven. It seems that it originally grew in the iron embryo, and then was stripped of the iron skin by Eric and restored to its original appearance.

"I like it, thank you."

Willy thanked Eric.

"It's my pleasure."

After speaking, Eric returned to the forging room.

Willy clenched the cross sword and waved it a few times in front of him.

"What an amazing kid."

Sandor once again offered his praise.

He has seen many cross swords, and this one forged by Eric is absolutely superior.

"When the forest hunts in a few days, Lord Baron, you can sharpen this sword at that time."

Sandor suggested to Willy.

Hunting in midsummer is the tradition of the nobles.

In June and July every year, whether it is an earl, a viscount or a baron, hunting activities will be held in the territory.

This hunting activity generally lasts two to three days, and the lord leads his subordinates to participate together. During these two days, both civilians and guards officers will shoot and hunt with horses, in order to remind the noble groups to dare to fight with blood and defend their own glory.

Of course, by now, it is no longer the key to experience this kind of enterprising spirit. More often, everyone regards it as a collective activity in the middle of the year. a way.

By convention, young people who show their talents in the midsummer hunting will be commended by the lord and even reused.

Therefore, the younger generation of many officials' families are all eager and ready to bloom in the midsummer hunting.

"It's a good idea."

Willie agrees.

In the era of Blue Whale Town, Baron Enton once encircled a private forest.

Although the area is not large, except for some large and dangerous beasts, there are basically all kinds of wild animals inside.

There is no need to worry about those thin and weak civil servants being hurt by wild beasts, and it can also let everyone experience the fun of hunting. It is a very good hunting place.

The original midsummer hunting was held in this forest.

Willy is in charge of White Bear Town this year, and plans to continue hunting there.

"Let's go."

Willy handed the cross sword to the personal soldier beside him.

Afterwards, Wiley and Sandor left the Ordnance Manufacturing Agency under the watchful eye of all the top management of the Ordnance Manufacturing Agency.

Forge interior.

After Willy left, Eric resumed the forging at hand.

Suddenly, the sound of a few dogs barking came from outside the forge.

Eric looked up and saw a yellow dog with only three legs entered the forging room and stopped at Eric's feet.

It rubbed against Eric's trousers, and seemed to be very affectionate to him.

"You came."

This yellow dog is a stray dog ​​that Eric picked up outside the Armament Manufacturing Department, and now he has brought it into the Armament Manufacturing Department together.

Normally, animals are not allowed in the Armament Manufacturing Department, but Eric, who was deliberately cared for by the Baron, was an exception.

When I first saw this yellow dog, it had only three legs, and its right hind limb was born disabled.

"You came just in time, and I have already built you what you need."

With that said, Eric opened the cabinet door and took out a prosthetic leg made of steel.

The prosthesis looks slightly rough, but where the joints meet, you can see precise gears.

"I'll fix it for you."

Eric began to do it himself and put the gear prosthesis on the hind leg of the yellow dog.

"The effect seems to be good..."

Eric looked at the yellow dog walking excitedly and fast, and a smile appeared on his face that had never made waves!

He could clearly hear the rattling of the gears as the yellow dog walked.

This made Eric extremely intoxicated.

Although many people praised Eric as a forging genius, a forging master who can forge luxurious weapons in the future. But only Eric himself knows that creating those static tools has never been his ideal and hobby.

Only gears, only such mechanical devices, could fascinate him deeply.

If Willy knew what Eric was thinking at this time, he would definitely be amazed at this.

Eric in the agricultural social environment has the idea of ​​the industrial age in his mind.

Incredible.

"If a weapon has a soul, it must be a miracle under the movement of gears."

Eric looked up and glanced at an unusually rough and ugly ordinary shovel placed in the middle of the table, with a firm look in his eyes.

If Willy was here, he would recognize that this was the first and only piece of iron he built in the Fandoutun blacksmith shop.