Chapter 39: Airs and Graces

  Murder? The mainland also has a sound legal system, according to the law, murder is punishable by beheading, regardless of the identity of the person who committed the crime.

  The law is so ordained, but Lukas would not naively go to completely believe in the law, thinking that Fabreides would have too much reverence for the law.

  "Huh?" Fabreides' three fingers pinched the gleaming refined iron, his face showing a faint surprise: "Is it really fifth-grade refined iron? Or is there some residual heat? Was it just forged? Who forged it?"

  Lucas's eyes, almost pleading, looked at Fabredies, hoping that this powerful warrior would take back his words. If Franlin had said it was fifth-grade iron, he could have refuted it, but Fabredies really couldn't be refuted. This wasn't just because of Fabredies' warrior strength, but also because he was indeed a fourth-grade blacksmith, which had been confirmed by the city lord himself.

  "Is that you?" Fabreides looked at Lucas and shook his head, showing a distrustful expression: "You're not the one, who is it then?"

  Franklin looked at Lucas's expression, which was so angry that he didn't dare to speak, with a look of grievance like a little daughter-in-law. He was delighted in his heart and burst into laughter. He trotted along with his two short legs and ran to the side of Qianjin, intentionally raising his voice and saying: "Mr. Fabreidis, the person who forged this piece of fifth-grade fine iron is this warrior student from Oakland Magic and Warrior Academy, Qianjin."

  "Warrior apprentice?" Fabreidis's voice was filled with surprise and a hint of delight, turning to look at Jianjin who stood empty-handed on the spot.

  Franklin listened to Fabre's words and once again confirmed that this introduction method was really used correctly! The city lord said that the first strongman of Auckland, although a warrior in identity, seemed to really dislike pure blacksmiths, having a strange rejection towards blacksmiths, yet extremely liked warriors.

  If Qianjin was just a blacksmith, Franlin wouldn't dare guarantee that the number one strongman of Oakland would really lend a hand, but if he knew that Qianjin also had the identity of a warrior apprentice...

  Fabreides sized up Qianjin, his eyes hiding a hint of admiration: "A first-year student? With such strength, you must be among the top three in that broken school's first year. The fifth-grade refined iron is indeed yours."

  Intimate! Under the gaze of Fabreidis's eyes, Qianjin felt a strange feeling that was an extremely intimate look, as if an elder was looking at a younger generation. If the person in front of him wasn't a man but a woman, Qianjin would have even suspected that the other party had fallen in love with him at first sight.

  "Mr. Fabre...," Lucas steeled himself and whispered, "You'd better take a good look at this, it's a piece made with the technique of..."

  Fabreides turned back with a cold gaze, Lucas's body trembled and shut up obediently. That was not only a cold gaze but also a gaze that contained real murderous intent! Those who had never killed anyone or had killed many lives would absolutely not have this kind of gaze.

  The adventurers who had been deceived by the ironworker Lucas, looked at him with strange eyes.

  "This... " Qianjin rubbed his chin thoughtfully, revealing a grateful smile: "For the time being, I'm ranked eighth in the first year. Fifth-grade refined iron is also mine."

  "Rank 8?" Fabre's two thick, golden eyebrows twitched a few times, his face revealing a somewhat unexpected expression: "The quality of Oakland Magic and Warrior Academy has improved so much? Oh! Temporarily? I see. This piece of fifth-grade refined iron is quite well-made, it can be considered top-notch among the best."

  The people in the yard, although most of them did not know who Fabreides was, seeing Lucas, the city's first ironworker, being honest and respectful in front of him, knew that his words would be absolutely true. A series of low whispers surged through the ironwork shop.

  Lucas's face was blacker than the soot from a furnace, and Franlin's mouth corners were raised to the point of almost splitting to his ears. Today's changes were really too much. First, Lucas came storming in with an imposing manner, even showing off his exquisite iron-forging skills, only to be intimidated by the fierce and violent iron-forging of Gian. The fifth-grade fine iron suddenly became a fake technique, but was then redefined as true fifth-grade fine iron by Fabreidis. The day when Franlin's blacksmith shop would unify all the blacksmith shops in Oakland wasn't far off!

  Fifth-level blacksmith, fifth-level blacksmith! Franlin shouted in his heart again and again. How many blacksmiths can spend their whole lives as a first-level blacksmith? He really didn't know what great luck he had encountered, casually recruiting a part-time worker from the Auckland School of Magic and Warriors, who turned out to be a fifth-level blacksmith! This fifth-level fine iron was invincible in the Auckland blacksmithing industry!

  "What's the point of making a fifth-grade steel? If you can make a fifth-grade steel, then you should also be able to make a third-grade steel." Fabredies lightly rotated the fine iron in his palm and asked casually: "Third-grade steel is enough to win, why bother making a fifth-grade steel?"

  Franklin was stunned, Lucas also heard this and was stunned, right! It's clear that third-level iron can win, why did you bring out a piece of fifth-level iron?

  "This... " Qianjin raised his finger and drew a gesture, imitating Xiao Chang's thunderous voice: "He is a warrior, I am also a warrior."

  The blacksmiths in the backyard were confused and didn't know what was being said. Fabre's face, however, showed a happy smile. For warriors, good equipment is equivalent to having an extra life. Gan Jing wasn't blinded by small profits, he wasn't old but had a broad mind.

  "It's somewhat meaningful, learning to forge iron without being blinded by the heart of profiteering." Fabreides applauded lightly: "Compared to those stinky blacksmiths who only know how to sell inferior equipment and don't care about the lives of warriors, you are more qualified to hold the hammer for forging!"

  Lucas felt the residual gaze of Fabredies' electric eyes, his body shuddered and retreated two steps back, his heart filled with curiosity. What kind of grudge did this number one strongman of Oakland have against blacksmiths? As he listened to the city lord, he opened his mouth to say that blacksmiths must be saying something about stinky blacksmiths, it seems that's not false at all today.

  "Qian Jin, you're very clever, knowing that one must rely on oneself and can't depend on those iron-beating scoundrels." Fabre Dis's expression grew more indignant as he spoke, causing Qian Jin to start suspecting that this suddenly appearing warrior seemed to have some deep grudge against the blacksmiths.

  Lucas swallowed his saliva, staring at Gan Jing, thinking to himself that this kid was actually valued so much by the strongest in Oakland, and in order to keep his position, he would have to spend a lot of gold coins to get rid of him. However, for the sake of keeping Lucas' blacksmith shop as the number one blacksmith shop in Oakland, this risk had to be taken.

  3rd update, whose hands still have recommendation votes?