Game of Thrones: Catastrophe

Ding Ding Dangdang, the hammer fell regularly on the burning iron bars, slowly knocking it into shape, shaping it into a vague shape of a sword.

"My Your Highness, I feel honored to have your arrival. Can you tell me what you need?" Tobu Mott, who was wearing a leather apron around his waist and a thin chin, looked at his black short dress with pants with flattering eyes. Leono.

"I need you..." Leonor looked at the apprentice who was wielding an iron hammer. He was a boy who was thirteen or fourteen years old. He had long hair and blue of his own color. Although his eyes were not old, his muscles had just begun to show their size, and his face mold was vaguely similar to his own, which reminded him of a person.

"Ah..." The blacksmith with sparse stubble saw Leonor staring at his apprentice Gendley and saying strange words to him, and he couldn't help but show a strange expression. He had always heard that the nobles were about the same-sex, especially the same-sex. The boy has a special affection...

"Don't have this expression, I'm not that kind of person..." Leonor turned his head, saw through the blacksmith's inner shock at first glance, and explained what he had just said.

"I believe in you." Tobu Mott nodded with a affirmative expression.

What does your belief have to do with me!

Leonor rolled his eyes, pondered for a moment, and instead of continuing to entangle, he asked a question:

"I heard you would make Valyrian steel."

"You know, I have been to the City of Mages, lived there for a long time, and I spent tears and sweat, and finally learned a lot of iron smelting skills..."

The City of Mages, the nickname of Cohall, is famous for its popularity of divination and blood magic as the Asian Xia in the East.

Kokhor was one of the colonies of the city-state of Valyria in ancient times. After the destruction of ancient Valyria, he gained independence. Now he believes in many gods, mainly one of which is called "Black Goat". Lord, who believes that the head-covered sacrifice of the "black goat" will use cows, horses, and even newborn babies to sacrifice to the gods.

Tobu Mott prepared a big speech, ready to talk, but Leonor was not pleasant to hear the stories in the book.

"Answer my question positively." Leonor just wanted to know what the spell was in Tobu Mott's mouth.

"Your Highness, you should be a little patient. I paid a lot in Kohl, so I learned a lot there, including the spells and methods of making Valyrian steel." Tob Mott also had some habits of the nobles. Understand, “But I admit, I have not successfully tested the authenticity of those spells so far.”

"Turn everyone out." Leonor gave the order, and Dorret next to him waved his hand, and immediately guards rushed in.

The influx of guards with swords in Eredivisie made Tobu Mott's expression a little uneasy.

When the apprentice who had made the blacksmith and the others were driven out by the guards, Dorret finally left and brought the door. At once, only Leono and Tobu Mott remained in the shop. Leono turned his attention to the blacksmith.

"Your Highness, you can't do this..." Tobu Mott was alone, with surprise and struggle on his face. His skills can be regarded as a scorpion cake in Westeros - the only one, but in the face of such irrationality as a nobleman The class really has no way to use it, and it will be beheaded.

"Tell me!" Leono only gave one sentence. He asked Tobu Mot to make the condition, so that people would not feel that Leono bullyed the weak with his strong.

This damn nobleman!

Facing Leonor's oppression, Tobu Mott was forced to have no choice but to tell the method and spell of Valyrian steel:

"It was an unverified ritual. It required the use of living people as sacrifices, and combined with that spell to smel iron, which could turn ordinary steel into Valyrian steel..."

I asked you to make the conditions, not to let you explain it directly.

Leonor was amused and laughed by the blacksmith's straightforwardness, but he also felt that the noble name was sometimes useful, so he thought for a while and said:

"From today, your blacksmith shop will provide the Kingdom with five thousand pounds of iron ore every month. At the same time, everyone will start working to create armor sheets for me, and the drawings of the armor sheets will be sent to you..."

"Sir, you can't do this..." Tobu Mott cried soon and forced himself to hand over the iron smelting method of Valyrian Steel. Isn't it enough!

"This is a business. How much does it cost? You can make a quotation later." Leonor did not make things difficult for Tobu Mott, but threw him an order, one that would make him rich orders.

"Ah?" Tobu Mott was so surprised that he couldn't come back to his senses.

"Do you think I will rely on your account?" Leono asked angrily, he was not that bad.

"...No, no, no." Tobu Mott quickly rejected.

"There is a saying that I want to say in front, you must first make a suitable sample. If the thing you create is unqualified, then I will not let you make this order." Leono asked Tobu Mott.

"No, I have been studying in Cohall for many years..." Tobu Mott immediately rejected. He may not be as good as Leono in status, but he does not believe that there are things in this world that he cannot create.

"Then let me see your skills! By the way, in order to make you concentrate on preparation, don't open your store." Leonor's words made Tobu Mott's face bitter again.

Just as Leonor made a request to Tobu Mott and slowly took his blacksmith shop for himself, a noise suddenly came from outside the door. Tobu Mott couldn't help but turn around when he heard this. Looking out of the house.

"Your Highness, Duke Ed is here." Dorret's voice came from outside the door.

"Let him in." Leono ordered, lifted the ban outside, and said to the hesitant Tobu Mott:

"You can try to tell Ed Stark what I did to you, he is a fair person who will stand up for you..."

The words of the clouds and the wind slight made the blacksmith tighten his scalp and quickly shook his head and smiled:

"Your Highness, no, no."

With a smile on his face, the blacksmith cursed in his heart.

The king eats the table and the prime minister shits. These nobles are all the same. Stark in the north is a barbarian and aristocrat, and they are all the guys who should eat shit.

"Haha..." Leono replied with an indifferent chuckling.

Not to mention the blacksmith's inner curse, the guards outside the house lifted the ban, and Duke Ed, who had a long face, walked in strode. He looked at Leonor, who was alone with the blacksmith in the house, with a puzzled expression on his face.

"Your Highness, why are you here?"

"Mr. Stark, I have a deal to do with Mr. Mott..." Leonor explained.

"You must have the beautiful qualities that a noble should have." Ed looked at the blacksmith boss with a grievance and warned Leonor.

"Yes, my brother." Leonor didn't care, and even raised his voice and called him "brother", which made Ed show a restrained and confused expression, and he didn't know how to respond for a while.