In ancient China, Gan general Mo Ye and his wife were masters of sword-making. Gan general was ordered by the King of Chu to forge a divine sword. But it was not done for a long time. In order to help his husband, his wife Mo Ye jumped into the iron of the sword-making on the day of making a sword, and the divine sword was formed.

What emerged in Aruod's mind was this ancient Chinese story. After reading this story, he also looked up other books. In the fifth century AD, the Chinese already understood that to cast a good iron sword, some other substances must be added. The most mysterious one was human blood, so there was a legend of the blood sacrifice sword. In fact, it was because human blood contained many other trace elements. This trace element entered the iron during the casting process and increased the hardness and toughness of the iron sword.

"It's a sap. As long as you cool the sap of honey or plant, you can cast a good sword." Aruod did not tell the old man how to use the blood sacrifice method, because this method would extend other extreme things. According to his previous research, he found that the effect of using plant juice and honey is actually the same.

"What? Is that true?" A strange light shone in the old man's eyes. He stretched out his thin hand and grabbed Arude's arm, almost pressing his face against Arude's face.

"Father, please let go of this adult." Ouen hurriedly stepped forward in panic and opened his father. He was afraid that his crazy father would anger the nobleman with a sword.

"It's okay." Aruod waved his hand and was calm. He knew that when his mind entered a dead end, someone suddenly opened a door to another world of knowledge. That kind of supreme joy was beyond the reach of others.

Suddenly, the old man fainted in Arude's arms without warning, which scared Arude. He subconsciously wanted to take out his mobile phone to take pictures and take evidence. He suddenly remembered that this was a medieval mobile phone. What should I do if it was cheated? Fortunately, the people in the medieval era did not have the bad habit of the old man not daring to help him. Ouen instead kept explaining to Arude that the old man had been working for several days and nights, and had been supporting him with a spirit of exploring technology. Now that he heard Arude reveal the answer, he felt relieved and fainted immediately, so he did not intentionally offend the nobles.

"Mr. Arod, these are all fifteen hat helmets and three leather armors that I have left for you." When night fell and the bells came from the church in the castle, Oun personally sent the hat helmets to Arod's camp. In order to thank Arod for the casting secret technique given to his father, Oun sold Arod's equipment to Arod at an extremely low price, and said that his father was preparing to cast a sword made of Arod's secret technique taught by Arod, and if it succeeded, he would give it to Arod as a thank-you gift.

"Good job, Arude. I don't know how you used to get the blacksmith to give us so much equipment, but you are really capable." Ifu held a wine glass made of ox horns and drank the ale inside and exclaimed to Arude. Since fighting side by side, the relationship between the two brothers has become better and better.

"Arod, did you find any goods to buy at the market?" Sir Wendell also walked out of the tent and stretched. The sword hanging on his belt collided with his body and made a crisp sound of jingling. The sufficient funds made the Jazz feel very good.

"Yes, it's the kind of goods Ifu's hand." Arod pointed at Ifu and said to Sir Wendell.

"What?" Yifu looked at the wine glass in his hand in confusion, not understanding what Arude meant. Could it be that Arude wants to do the wine glass business?

"I found that many merchants were selling ale wine in the market, and the ale wine here seemed to be very cheap." Arod ignored Iff and told Sir Wendell his thoughts. He really didn't know why many merchants were selling barrels of ale wine in the market. They must have received news of the gathering of troops and collected ale wine from all over the Holy Roman Empire, hoping to make a lot of money here, but unexpectedly, there were too many people selling ale wine in the market, which resulted in an oversupply situation, and the price of ale wine fell all the way.

"But the price of ale is too low. How can we sell it if we buy it? You must know that even local merchants refuse to buy ale." Yifu shook his head and felt that Arude's idea was unrealistic. It was indeed true that what Yifu said was true, but Arude did not think so.

"We bring these ale wines with me. I guess Duke Mason is about to lead us to the war. The troops will definitely consume a lot of wine during the journey. As long as we sell the wine to friendly forces, we will definitely make a lot of money." Aruod said with a smile. The boring military life has caused many soldiers to be drunk. They can not eat for several days, but they cannot not drink for a day. The knights and light infantrymen cannot do without ale wine.

"Oh, how do you know that the Duke is about to go to war?" Sir Wendell asked curiously. Since Sir Eble visited and confessed Arod's life-saving grace, Sir Wendell felt that his youngest son was unpredictable.

"Ha, so many troops gather here. Although we have our own food, the Duke has to provide a part of it. It is nothing to the wealthy Herman family. But if this happens for a long time, the granary in their castle will be quickly emptied. Instead of doing this, it is better to send us to war quickly. After sending it to the road, at least the food will not be borne by the Duke. After entering the enemy's territory, you can still grab food on the spot." Arod said while analyzing.

"That's right." Sir Wendell nodded, and he was very pleased that a smart child had finally emerged in his family.

Arod said right, but Duke Mason did not hastily sent the gathered vassal troops to the road. Duke Mason had his own plan. He wanted to kill the annoying Duke of Saxony very early, and even believed that in the last imperial parliament, if the damn Duke of Saxony had not been against him, the title of emperor of the Holy Roman Empire would have fallen on his head. He should have been the true Caesar, not the Henry, who only knows how to catch birds all day long. It is said that when the elected princes voted for him, Henry was still hunting canaries in the forest. Therefore, Duke Mason decided to concentrate all his strength and it would be best to kill Duke Saxony's troops at one time to capture the Duke alive. Even if he could not kill Duke Saxony, he would have to die in prison and never accept ransom. Even if he would damage his honor, he was even planning to create a more suitable torture instrument.

"Is my father not ready?" A few days later, Sir Eble and General Relf walked among them at the fair. There were two sword guards in front and behind them. Life in the castle was boring and not as fun as the market was at all. Sir Eble left the castle with General Relf on the excuse of patrolling the security and took General Relf away from the castle. They walked and chatted.

"Yes, the Duke thought that our people were not enough. He summoned some vassals from the border, and they were said to be horse-raising men who were good at raising horses." General Relf looked around casually. On the one hand, he wanted to answer Sir Eble's questions, and on the other hand, he had to pay attention to the safety around him, and on the other hand, he had no intention of paying attention to interesting things.

"Ha, my father is really too cautious, but the Saxons are really hard to deal with. We were all at a disadvantage in several border confrontations." Sir Eble was very excited. He looked at this and was very busy. At this moment, he saw a blacksmith holding a sharp sword. The sword was very ordinary, but the blacksmith did something unusual. The other blacksmith seemed to be shouting something with dissatisfaction. The blacksmith holding the sword raised the sword and slashed at a hanging iron sickle. With a clanging and crisp sound, the hanging sickle actually folded into two pieces.

"This is impossible, where did you get the Milan sword?" the other blacksmiths took a breath and said in an incredible tone.

"Good sword, is this yours?" Sir Eble looked at the sword in the blacksmith's hand with his eyes fixed. As a knight, he was almost an instinct. Unlike his father who liked conspiracy and tricks, he was a hero who liked to fight under the sun.

"No, no." The young blacksmith was Ouen. He was holding a sword made by his father according to Arod's secret technique. When the cold forging was used, it was honey water. Although it was a little extravagant, the effect was indeed good. The forged sword was exactly the same as the Milan Sword. No, it was even better than the Milan Sword in some aspects.

Oun took the sword and was about to finish working in the blacksmith shop. He went to Aruod to give the sword to him according to his father's request, but he could not withstand the sarcasm of other blacksmiths. The young man impulsively picked up the sword of his father's hard work and cut off the farm tool. Unexpectedly, this scene happened to be seen by Sir Eble. Such a good sword would certainly attract his attention.

"Not yours, then who made it? Call him out." Sir Eble asked anxiously, his eyes completely attracted by the strange luster of the sword in Oun's hand. If it weren't for his estimation, he would have snatched it from the young blacksmith and took a closer look.

"Sir, this sword was created by my father and I." Oun replied honestly, with a slight panic tone, because both sides of his body had been held by two guards, and the fool could see that the nobleman in front of him, with a very beautiful face, was of great origin.

"Oh, then you can offer a price." Sir Eble breathed a sigh of relief. As long as it was sold in the blacksmith shop, he would be ready to buy it no matter how big the price was. At worst, he could sell some of his own silverware.

"But this sword already has a master." Oun hugged the sword in his hand in embarrassment and said to Sir Eble hesitantly.
Chapter completed!