IRON SHELL

Chapter 007: Snowy Night, Iron Box

In the blacksmith's shop in Shengdun Town, the bellows were rattling loudly.

The young man of eighteen swung a hammer, and the muscles on his arm bulged and stretched

Long, sweat reflects firelight, giving the arms a metallic luster and texture.

The iron hammer hit the iron bars and sparks splattered everywhere. The young man's momentum shook the guy who pulled the bellows, feeling that he was not hammering the iron bars, but hitting the enemy's head.

During the break, Anwen sat quietly under the shade of a tree drinking tea.

The guys waited on him carefully. Although they were all older than Anwen, they dared not underestimate this young man who had just grown up. The old blacksmith said that he is a money spinner in the blacksmith shop. Who dares to offend him and leave? I will kill him.

The old blacksmith said this viciously. Although everyone who is familiar with the old blacksmith knows that this is just a threat, they are willing to run around for the young man who has little words out of admiration for Anwen's craftsmanship.

After Liana and Qiu Xiaowu died, Anwen went to the blacksmith's shop to forge a more exquisite sword in one month. The old blacksmith contacted the merchant and sold a good price of 60 gold coins. The old blacksmith drew ten gold coins this time. Anwen didn't complain.

"I need the sun iron," he said to the old blacksmith. If you can help me get three jin of sun iron, all the remaining fifty gold coins will be yours

"Although the sun iron is rare, it is not worth so much." The old blacksmith was sincere.

Because I'm in a hurry, "Anwen said.

The old blacksmith is a man with methods, especially for fifty gold coins. Three days later, Anwen got what he wanted, but it wasn't three pounds, it was five pounds.

Sun iron is a specialty of the central continent where the human race is located, and it is not very precious. Normally, a gold coin can buy one kilogram. It's just that Kemang Village is too far from the center of the empire, and there's no Sun Iron Mine nearby. To obtain this magical iron ingot, one can only rely on merchants.

However, without demand, there is no supply, and in this predominantly agricultural region, there are no merchants engaged in the business of solar iron. Therefore, those who urgently need this magical metal will naturally have to pay a higher price.

Fifty gold coins are still too much.

So the old blacksmith weighed again and again, and still received only thirty gold coins from Anwen.

Suniron looks no different from ordinary iron, but after several rounds of forging, it will present some orange textures. Once this texture appears, it will never disappear. After being exposed to sunlight, it can store the heat of the sun in the iron and transform it into another force.

For Anwen, this is not difficult to understand - it's just solar energy

As for why there are such metals in the world, An Wen cannot explain and does not need to explain. He only needs to know that this thing can help him achieve his own goals.

Solar iron is widely used in military industry. The remarkable warriors in humanity are all using this metal that can store the power of the sun. The swords made of them can unleash tremendous power in battles, which is also the only reliance that human warriors can rely on to fight against powerful demon or beast gods.

An Wen is not a warrior. Although he learned good archery from Qiu Li, the big bow and long arrow are only suitable for shooting wild animals in the mountains, but not for killing in cities. In order to understand everything, he needs to have an easy to carry weapon.

And this weapon must allow him, who doesn't know how to fight, to easily control one or two people who can fight. He who has not touched others must be allowed to easily make hurtful moves.

As a young person who understands modern civilization, he has only one choice.

For modern people, anyone knows that firearms are by far the strongest individual weapon of humanity, so Anwen naturally only has this choice. However, although he is a weapons enthusiast like many boys, it is obviously impossible for him to create a gun in a world without machine tools.

But solar iron has made this impossible possible.

There is no gunpowder in this world, but solar iron can replace gunpowder as a source of power.

There are no machine tools in this world, so rifled barrels cannot be made, but what Anwen wants is not a weapon that can shoot accurately from hundreds of meters away.

As long as it is portable and not easily discovered by people, as long as it can take people's lives within a distance of more than ten meters, that is enough.

During the three years he came here, Anwen had many exposure to solar iron products, including solar iron weapons. Some traveling warriors or merchants selling solar iron products, while passing by a small village and temporarily settling down, have lent their tools to satisfy the curiosity of the young man to play with.

He once marveled at the magic of this metal and had many fantasies about its application, but he did not implement it. On peaceful days, he is willing to draw more pictures.

My mother is a painter, so he was trained from a young age to be a child skilled in painting everything with oil paint.

My father was a blacksmith, so he became a person who knew how to make weapons again.

The paintings representing tranquility and romance, combined with the weapons representing iron blood war, formed a wonderful combination in him. Now, after experiencing blood, he put down his paintbrush and prepared to pick up his weapon.

From the day he received the Sun Iron, he worked on swords in the morning, rested in the afternoon, and at night worked alone on another unknown object.

The old blacksmith was curious about it, but the young man kept his mouth shut, so the old blacksmith stopped worrying and told other workers not to disturb him at night.

Sometimes, there is silence in the blacksmith's shop at night. At such times, Anwen usually appears in taverns or romantic places in the town.

It's not that he developed some different interests as an adult, but because the sheriff sometimes uses alcohol and women to relieve himself of the fatigue caused by tedious work.

He didn't know that every afternoon when he was patrolling the town with the security forces, every evening when he rode home, every time he drank and sang heartily, or hugged a woman, there was a pair of eyes staring at him.

Someone is recording his every move, his behavioral habits, and his daily routine.

If so, two months have passed.

In the cold winter of Shengdun Town, heavy snow is falling. The streets and uninhabited squares on both sides are no longer a paradise for wanderers, but a hell of death. Every morning, the cleaners find several bodies lying naked on the cold road. They were standing tall and thin, with cocoons on their hands and wearing farmer's clothes, indicating that they came from various villages under the rule of Shengdun Town.

This year's locust plague caused many dilapidated families to grow in various villages under the rule of Shengdun Town, and also led to many homeless people begging for a living in Shengdun Town. And the cold winter almost swept away these homeless people.

An Wen walked down the street wrapped in a cotton coat, and finally draped the coat over a trembling beggar on the street. The beggar looked up at him, and before he could show a grateful smile, he fell to the ground.

The person who couldn't tell their age, or even couldn't tell their gender because they were too thin, lost their breath and their body temperature was quickly carried away by the cold wind. Anwen stood silently next to the body, picked up his coat, and wrapped himself again.

On the cold coat, it seemed to be stained with a cold soul, and Anwen felt a slight sourness in his nose.

In the brightly lit tavern, there are dancers dancing on stage. The cold wind outside couldn't blow into the hot room, the white jade legs exposed under the dancer's long skirt were stained with wine, and the men who drank heavily wore sweat on their faces.

An Wenli was standing in the corner, ordering a glass of ale and holding it without drinking it.

The sheriff sat closest to the stage, with the woman in his arms playing coquettish. His hand wandered restlessly around the woman, but he occasionally reached out to grab the dancer's leg.

Anwen stood quietly, waiting.

As the night deepened, the drunken sheriff stood up, and the two accompanying security forces stood up together.

The sheriff hugged the woman and kissed her deeply, then pushed her away and strode out. Two security forces followed behind without warning, and one even turned around and blew a kiss at the dancer.

The three of them wrapped their coats tightly and walked into the cold wind outside.

Anwen quietly walked out. He knows where the sheriff's next stop is.

There is a small building in the wealthy district of the central town. There lived a glamorous girl in the building, who was the mistress of the sheriff. The sheriff will see her every three days.

Anwen walked into the cold wind, crossed the alley, and arrived there first. He stood in a secluded corner outside the small courtyard, hidden in the wind, snow, and darkness, like a statue on the street.

Shortly after, the sheriff arrived in front of the courtyard, opened the door, and walked in alone. At this moment, the two security forces will leave, and soon after, the security officer will enter a state of forgetfulness, and the girl's voice can be faintly heard on a calm night, even through the window and courtyard wall.

Tonight there was a blizzard, so I couldn't hear any sound, but Anwen, who had heard it too many times, could accurately capture the best time with his heart's timing.

But at this moment, footsteps sounded, and two security forces unexpectedly walked towards this side in a strange way.

This is completely different from usual. Anwen frowned, thinking that perhaps it was a hint from heaven, so he clamped his collar and pretended to hurry past, walking forward.

Stop! "A security guard snapped," What are you doing

Passerby, "An Wen said respectfully.

Two adults, do you still need to patrol in such weather? "He smiled gently.

One security officer looked at him in confusion, while the other pressed his hand on the handle of the knife on his waist.

This is a wealthy area, and the sudden appearance of a poor boy is out of place. And the small courtyard is a sensitive area, and the two dare not be careless.

Stand still there, "said a security officer, gesturing for Anwen to raise his hands and start searching. Soon, he found a strange iron object behind Anwen's waist.

That thing is as big as a book and about the same thickness, like an iron box, but there is a grip at the back and a mechanism like thing in front of the grip. There are several holes in front of the box, I don't know what they are used for.

What is this? "He asked in disbelief, holding the strange thing made of solar iron.

It's a toy, "Anwen said calmly.

Toys? "The sheriff stared into Anwen's eyes.

May I demonstrate the gameplay for you? "Asked Anwen.