Chapter 154 The Chief Blacksmith of the Black Iron Castle
"Hey, is this okay? New species? Or two!" Nalant listened to the sound of the system in his mind and suddenly felt that he was really lucky today.
The matter of the barbarian women and children had actually been in his mind these days, but he wanted to see if the Black Iron Earl would personally go out and beat up this little knight, so he delayed it for a few days.
Unexpectedly, this unintentional intervention now led to the system's side missions, which made a lot of money.
"Raymond, you pick ten barbarians to wait for me outside the castle tomorrow. Then I will take the convoy to the Fire Grassland with you!"
It has now been three days since the dark invasion. No matter what the reason is, Nalant feels that the chance of the Black Iron Earl secretly attacking him has been reduced.
After all, there is such a big hatred, and the opponent is a fierce dragon crossing the river. There is no reason to wait for the opportunity or anything. If you really want to deal with yourself, you can definitely do it one after another. This is the arrogance of a great noble.
"Thank you, Lord!" After hearing this, Raymond finally felt at ease and immediately knelt on the ground and expressed gratitude to Nalant.
After sending Raymond away, Nalant took the three women directly to John's blacksmith shop.
Ding-ding-ding-ding!
As we approached John Blacksmith's thatched hut, the rhythmic sound of hammering iron was immediately heard inside.
Catherine was shocked when she heard this voice. It was obvious that this voice reminded her of the past.
Nalant glanced at Shirley and Vivian, and the two women immediately went up to hold Catherine.
"Sister Catherine, your swordsmanship is so good. After the rapier is made, you have to teach me and Sister Vivian how to practice swordsmanship!"
"Well, okay, Shirley!" Catherine felt the concern of Nalant and the two girls. Catherine first looked at Nalant gratefully, and then returned to normal conversation with Shirley.
Afterwards, Nalant took the lead and led the three women into the blacksmith shop.
Passing through the hut, I soon saw John hammering on the felt with a small hammer.
Only then did John notice Nalant's figure and immediately stopped what he was doing.
"John has met the Lord!"
"Well, get up." Nalant nodded.
John then stood up. Just when John was about to continue speaking to Nalant and wanted to ask the lord what his orders were, his eyes glanced at the three women behind him.
It was this glance that made John freeze on the spot, and the hammer in his hand fell to the ground.
Then, John's lips trembled a little.
"Father!"
The next moment, a cry of surprise came from behind Nalant.
"Huh?" Nalant was confused.
"You...you...Katherine?" John stammered, his eyes full of disbelief.
"Let me go, this...could it be that Catherine's father is this John the blacksmith!" Hearing John call out Catherine's name, Nalant still didn't understand what was going on.
But, didn’t John say that his daughter was executed by Lord Doc a few years ago?
"Catherine, it's really you!" The next moment, Catherine ignored John's charcoal-gray linen blouse and threw herself directly into John's arms.
When Narant saw this scene, he didn't bother him and just stepped aside.
Shirley and Vivian were staring blankly at the changes in the field, but they hadn't yet reacted.
"Katherine, you...didn't they take you away?!" The father and daughter were excited for a long time, and then they calmed down a little. Then John Blacksmith looked at Catherine with love and asked.
Of course, he held Catherine's hand tightly during this process, fearing that Catherine would disappear if he let go.
"Father, after I was taken away by the city guards, I was handed over to the church..." At that moment, Catherine told John her subsequent experience, which was exactly the same as what she had told Nalant last time.
When John heard that his daughter had suffered so much, there were also tears in his eyes. When Catherine finally told about Nalant taking him in, John the blacksmith remembered this lord.
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"Lord, thank you for taking in Catherine!" Blacksmith John came to Nalant without hesitation and knelt directly on the ground.
"Get up, John, I didn't expect Catherine to be your daughter! Since you and your daughter are safe now and have met each other, then this is God's favor!" Nalant also understood that this is what the system rewards.
Blacksmith John's loyalty was originally achieved in this way.
"No, Lord, I am guilty. I am not loyal to you because Baron Dok killed my other daughter. This is a great offense..."
It turned out that since Catherine was captured, John had no intention of blacksmithing in the Black Iron Castle, and then, he took advantage of a dark night to escape from the Black Iron Castle.
However, because he is the chief blacksmith of the Black Iron Castle and has mastered the secret of black iron forging, the Earl of Black Iron will not let him go so easily.
In order to avoid being caught back, John fled directly to the Storm Territory.
In the Storm Territory, because he missed Catherine, he adopted an orphan girl who was exiled here.
I originally thought that I could live a peaceful life with my adopted daughter in the Storm Territory, but Baron Dok took away the life of his adopted daughter again.
From then on, John hated the nobles because he felt that the death of his two daughters was related to the nobles.
The complicated look he looked at Narant that day meant that he didn't know how to face Narant.
Nalant is indeed a good lord, but it is not enough to erase his hatred. He may not have any bad intentions towards Nalant, but he will definitely not be loyal.
But now Nalant has allowed him to find his daughter again, and this kindness is a new blessing for him.
"John, I have heard about what happened to Catherine, and I also understand what happened to you. I now absolve you of your past sins. Get up!" Nalant also had to do some 'noble self-cultivation' at this time. After all,
This is an essential operation for superiors.
And listening to what John Blacksmith just said, he used to be the chief blacksmith of the Black Iron Castle. It takes a lot of exquisite skills to become the chief blacksmith of an earl family.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! After speaking, Nalant also helped John the blacksmith with his own hands.
"Thank you Lord, you are a kind Lord. Lord, John will swear allegiance to you from now on!"
Next, Nalant continued to chat with John and his daughter for a while, explained the matter of the rapier, and immediately left with Vivian and Shirley.
Catherine and John's father and daughter reunited, and outsiders like them naturally couldn't stay and disturb their reminiscences.
"Sir, Sister Catherine and John Blacksmith were so touching just now. I almost cried!" After leaving the blacksmith shop, Shirley's eyes were slightly red.
And the same goes for Vivian.
However, unlike Shirley, Shirley still has a mother who loves her.
But Vivian lost her parents, and only had a younger sister to depend on her. The scene just now brought back her memories.
"Shirley, then just cry for a moment and let Vivian and I see what Shirley looks like when she cries?" Nalant immediately teased the little Lolita.
"Shirley doesn't want it! Wuwu... Lord, you are bullying Shirley!" When Shirley heard her master's teasing, her previous emotions had not faded away. Now coupled with the grievance of being bullied by the lord, Shirley immediately whined.
He ran forward.
"Oh, Shirley..." Seeing this, Vivian immediately wanted to stop Shirley, but Nalant directly held Vivian's hand.
In an instant, Vivian's body trembled, and a large red glow appeared on her fair face, and her ears and neck felt as if they were on fire.
"Don't be sad, Lilia and I still care about you!" Nalant said softly to Vivian without letting go.
"Hmm!" Vivian then understood that the adult was trying to comfort her. Feeling the warmth coming from her hands, her heart was filled with confusion and she buried her head in her collar. She hummed softly and did not dare to speak anymore.