Throne of the North

Ryan's words suddenly made Master Knox's eyes widen, and the aura in his body became boiling.

As a blacksmith, he has never had a good temper. Recklessness is his nature, otherwise he wouldn't have rushed into the banquet directly.

But next to her, after the countess looked at Knox, the air cooled down, and the master regained his composure again.

"Master Knox, Ryan is not only a child of the Clayton family, but also a noble."

"I understand, Countess."

Knox shuddered, but the next moment, the blood in his body was boiling hot again, and he still stared at Ryan.

"Master Ryan, there is no way that boy can become a legendary craftsman in your territory. The poor place in Beifeng Province does not have the conditions to train him."

"Only in the Clayton family, under my training, will he become a craftsman legend resounding throughout the empire."

Ryan looked at Knox and smiled secretly in his heart. If this master didn't have the skills of a craftsman, he would probably encounter a miserable life.

This kind of temper is probably similar to that of a dwarf.

But considering the rumors that this master once seemed to be an apprentice in a dwarf craftsman's workshop, it seems understandable.

"Brock is my follower and the chief craftsman in my territory. Master, do you know what this means?"

Knox looked at Ryan, his big copper eyes widened, and asked blankly:

"What?"

Ryan shook his head and sighed.

"Put it another way, Master Knox, do you really think you can teach Brock in terms of skills?"

Ryan's words touched the master's back at this moment.

"Boy Ryan, what do you mean? I am the Great Axe, a master craftsman recognized by the empire. As long as the legendary weapons I forge undergo baptism, I will be a true legendary craftsman. How dare you question my skills!"

Knox became furious at this moment, and the angry power in his body seemed to cause the surrounding earth to press towards Ryan.

"This master's power... is very strong."

Ryan was shocked. As a blacksmith, he looked so capable?

Next to her, the countess' face finally turned cold. The next moment, ice crystals adorned the void. In the blink of an eye, Master Knox's entire body was sealed by ice crystals. Even Ryan could clearly see the master's frozen angry face.

He finally looked at the mother who was not his biological mother in shock, Legend...?

No, it shouldn't be the case... If the Countess had legendary talents and qualifications, it stands to reason that she wouldn't have given birth to so many children in the Clayton family.

After all, every birth is a loss of origin for an extraordinary person like the magician.

So...the Holy Mage, plus the credit of this castle?

Ryan quickly understood that this was the castle of the Clayton family, with dense secret patterns. Not to mention how much the countess could control, at least it was easy to use the power of the secret patterns to strengthen her magic.

"Carry Master Knox down."

Some soldiers ran up quickly. They seemed to be used to this scene. Perhaps this was not the first time that Master Knox had been frozen.

"Ryan, you don't have to worry about him. Master Knox is just a little reckless."

said the Countess.

"Don't worry, mother, I won't blame him."

Hearing this, many people around had strange expressions.

"But... is the craftsman he mentioned true?"

"The never-tiring craftsman, this should be the easiest talent to be born among the dwarves."

Ellie was also very curious. Such a big baby was actually seen by Ryan?

"Maybe."

Early the next morning, Ryan found Bullock squatting in a craftsman's workshop, and Atria next to him.

Knox was mistaken. There was not one tireless craftsman, but two.

Atria's craftsmanship is not inferior to that of her brother, but Bullock is too obsessed with blacksmithing. On the contrary, Atria also has to take care of political management.

In a sense, Atria's talent is better.

But as a pure craftsman, Block's future in this regard may be even more extreme.

"How's it going? Do you have any ideas about the Clayton family's blacksmithing skills?"

Hearing Ryan's words, Atria turned his head, while Bullock still stared at the blacksmiths who were hammering.

"It's quite clever. There are many techniques and methods in it that can bring us some technical breakthroughs."

"but……"

Atria shook her head.

"Even so, they are still too bad."

As if after hearing Etheria's comment, one of the blacksmiths in front failed to hold his balance, and accidentally struck the wrong spot. In an instant, the embryo of a weapon turned into a defective product.

But he looked at Atria with a blood-red face, but he didn't dare to say anything.

The craftsmen are all confident in their own memories, but yesterday, not only did they fail to abide by the rule that outsiders cannot peek, but they were even tortured to their core by the brother and sister's sharp words, and they did not dare to refute them.

"Master Knox came to me yesterday and wanted to accept Bullock as his disciple and teach him the art of forging legendary weapons."

"What do you think about this matter?"

Ryan still had to respect the attitudes of these two, or he did not regard them as his followers.

He was just confident that his strength could guarantee the loyalty of his followers.

After hearing about Knox and himself, Brock finally turned around and said with a loud voice:

"That old guy is no longer good. His skills are not even as good as mine. I lost yesterday because I had never touched extraordinary materials in the wilderness."

"And he said he had forged legendary weapons, but with his forging skills yesterday, he definitely couldn't do it. He is no longer at his peak."

"If it is just a competition of skills..."

Brock stretched out a hand and raised his head.

"I beat him with one hand."

"What we lack now is only the understanding of extraordinary materials. Lord, if you can give me enough extraordinary minerals, I can forge legendary weapons quickly."

Ryan's eyes lit up and he laughed:

"Okay, Brock, Etria, this time when we go to the imperial capital, we will put the importance of this matter at the forefront."

Darling, he did not doubt whether Brock, who was taken care of by the spirit of the wilderness, was bragging.

Brock's words reached the ears of Master Knox that day. The master was of course extremely angry, but he remained silent on this matter.

Facing the field he was best at, he was not as irritable as he was when facing Ryan yesterday.