Chapter 392: Iron King

"Yes." Keane nodded.
Robbins joined the army with Old Blue many years ago. The two of them are brothers of a small team. Old Blue fought fiercely on the battlefield. Robbins was calm and enterprising.
Seeing this familiar long sword, Robbins with a tendon, standing on the spot, it seems to be recalling the original years.
Robbins didn't say anything, and Keane didn't move. In terms of seniority, Robbins was his uncle. Although he was an adult, Keane still wanted to follow the attitude of his juniors.
Half a minute later, Robbins woke up from the memory, took the sword in Keane's hand, weighed it and said, "This sword is not heavy, it is a pity that it is a farm tool, and it can only be sold to those adventurers in the past. "
Keane didn't say anything. He listened respectfully. He knew that Uncle Robbins wouldn't pit him. But this was an elder who had a life-long relationship with Old Blue.
"Your Majesty the new king this year has issued an iron restriction order, and iron ore prices have risen a lot. You can sell a lot of money with this long sword, but there is not much going on. You must be mentally prepared." Luo Said Binns. "Six Yindler, this is the limit I gave."
Keane heard it and grinned, "Too much, Uncle Robbins, you don't have to..."
Robbins waved to interrupt what Keane was going to say, "I've been playing iron for so many years and I won't do a loss-making business. Rest assured."
In my heart, I remember Uncle Robbins' goodness. When Keene thought about coming to town next time, he brought Uncle Robbins some specials at home.
The original idea of ​​this long sword Keane was to sell five silver dellars, and Uncle Robbins was definitely a loss-making business.
You haven't been on the battlefield. You don't know how many friendships there are among your comrades. The hardships of life make all the civilians of Shika town busy with their livelihoods. Even during the holidays, they rarely move between each other.
Only in the annual Oktoberfest, the people of Sciacca and the surrounding six villages will come together and wish this grand event.
It was also at that time of year that Keane needed to go home with his old Bruce early the next morning.
People who are in their thirties or forties are about to enter the soil and drink alcohol. It is exactly the same as when they joined the army. Hundreds of old men gathered together to drink a third of the beer at the dry beer festival.
Keane doesn't really understand this so-called comradeship. Now that Folstein Cathay Pacific has a strong national security, there is no need to recruit extra young men to join the army, and Keane has no chance to experience the life of his father.
"What else do I need to say in one breath." Robbins looked at Keane and said. He did not believe that Old Blue would sell his long sword without warning.
"A silver ring doesn't need to be too heavy, it looks good," Keen said blushing.
Robbins thoughtfully glanced at Keane. "You hold these two silver dellars. The cost of making a ring is four silver dellars." Go back to the house and take two silver dellars. , Robbins photographed Keane.
"Take it a week later." After that, Robbins returned to the iron room.
"Dang! Dang! Dang!" The rhythmic voice came again, accompanied by a roar of Robbins. "Good to your wife, and usually let the old Bruce move his stump!"
The words were rough, but Keane listened warmly, and once again thanked Uncle Robbins in the blacksmith's shop before leaving.
In the blacksmith's shop, the hammer hitting the iron stopped slowly, and Robbins suddenly missed his son who was a tailor apprentice in Baron.
"Go and see him in a few days. I have been married for two years and haven't given me a grandson. It's not as good as the cubs of the old blue family." Robbins thought so.
"Dang! Dang! Dang!" Then the beating sounded.
Different people have different ways of living. For the civilians living in the countryside like Lao Blu and Keen, they may live a lifetime by farming and eating coarse grains that can fill their stomachs.
Perhaps there will be an ideal. The villagers do not understand what an ideal is. The ideal is the hope of the head. Keane’s current hope is to buy a new cloth and silver ring for his wife. The old Bruce’s hope is to see the grandson grow up alive.
The city people also have the living methods of the city people, and everyone in Flor City, the capital of Forstan, is very happy today.
Their wise and great His Majesty issued a decree covering the whole country yesterday morning: to reduce taxes in the second half of this year and 30% next year.
30% of the tax is a lot. For the residents of Wangdu, it is to pay a few silver dlers a year. For rural farmers, they can eat more than ten meals of bread outside of holidays.
The people of Flor love to inquire about gossip. Why did the king make this order? His majesty's sister and sister returned to the country. The king issued this decree with great joy.
All the Folsteins who know the reason are happy for the princess's return.
On the day when the whole country was celebrating, Angelina, as a party, did not feel a little happy.
On the contrary, since returning to Flor City yesterday morning, he has locked himself in the house, and people with clear eyes can see Angelina's sorrow.
Locke hadn’t known how many times he had persuaded, but Angelina didn’t say anything, just cried Locke, and what Locke could do was stay with her since yesterday morning.
"Alas!" King Kensell in a Chinese suit sighed outside the princess's palace, holding the king's scepter.
It was a great day for my sister to come back, but it was so sad to hear that her father passed away last year. Even with Kensell, she also saw some people and missed the old king who was stern and paid for herself silently.
"Your Majesty, the ministers and nobles are waiting in the side hall." An attendant walked to Kensel and whispered.
After adjusting his emotions, Kensell's expression returned to the waves, "Well, let's go now."
Wang Waiwai’s high-ranking servants who have been fighting for many years have returned with the first-class knights of the two marquis families. Some families have fallen in the plane war, and some have greatly improved their strength, and brought back all kinds of precious materials. The capitals of the kings began to surge, and Folstein was not as calm as he looked.
Kensell, who succeeded to the throne for a year, had just consolidated his monarchy and ushered in a major challenge.
"Call the back kitchen to prepare food for the princess and the Rock Knight, and then send it in." Although he had gone far, Kensell's words echoed in the palace.
The maids and servants who have only entered the palace in the last two years, it is clear that His Majesty Kensell really cares about his sister as rumored.
Noisy and noisy in the side hall, Kensell's head hurts because of the noise.
The king is indeed not so good, it is much more difficult than taking the soldiers to fight, following Kensel in any year.
When he saw His Majesty the King came in, the voice in the side hall was a little weaker.
The reason for this is not their respect for the king, but fear.
When Kensell succeeded to the throne last year, there were several nobles and ministers who were executed in person. Flor City permeated in blood for a month.
This is an iron-fisted king, stronger than the last old king.