Throne of the North

Standing in front of Bullock, Appiah was as weak as a chicken. He even doubted that even if he was fully prepared to carry out an extraordinary assassination, he would not be a match for the strong man in front of him.

He is very powerful, a powerful warrior, no weaker than that Brand.

Appia thought this way, and then felt himself being put down and placed on... the blacksmith's bench.

The soles of the feet are very hot, and here is the only blacksmith's bench that uses extraordinary materials to control flames.

"What do you want? A rapier? I heard this is your weapon."

Appiah took off his hood and placed the cloak in front of Bullock.

"We need rapiers, about...seventy centimeters long, thirty handles in total."

"You also need a hood, a really useful cloak."

Appia looked at his cloak and said, this cloak has no special function, it is similar to clothing.

"Cloak, this is not what I'm good at."

"The cloak needs to be woven..."

Brock said, then yelled towards the inside of the room.

"Gelster!"

Soon, a young man walked out from the other side of the curtain, and Appia felt the fluctuation of magic power. He was a magician.

Among humans, he is already a magician at this age, and is already one of the most talented people in the world. However, at this moment, he seems to have a depressed expression in this blacksmith shop, as if he is not being treated very well.

"You are responsible for weaving this little thing's cloak."

"Got it, Master Brock."

Galster had no desire to refute. As a mage who followed Archmage McCann to the Tundra Territory, he thought he would get huge financial support and a distinguished status here. However, after repeated failures, Baron Lane suggested He came to the blacksmith shop and used wind magic to help control the fires in most of the street.

Only an aristocratic mage of wind magic would consider it. It was not magic that he practiced mainly. His major was life magic. He was good at infinitely refining life magic. As a result, it became more and more crooked, and finally he became a weaver.

Galster, who didn't know what use he was, could only realize his value by obeying Ryan's orders and find a way to pay off the high debt.

Watching Galster leave, Bullock withdrew his gaze. He knew that Baron Lane still valued this magician very much, but he didn't know what Lane wanted to turn Galster into.

Working as a blower in the blacksmith's shop was just a test for Galster.

But Bullock didn't care about these things. Since they were delivered, he just used Galster as the best blower.

Bang!

When the hammer hit the iron ore, Bullock was worried and a little angry.

Recently, the lord, Baron Lane, wants to build a furnace to smelt iron. Can the iron smelted like that have a soul? Can there be intensity? !

Appiah didn't know what Bullock was thinking, but as an assassin, he sensed the powerful mood swings of the powerful blacksmith in front of him.

Fifteen days later, Appiah met Ryan on a mountain.

Standing on the top of the mountain and looking at the wheat seedlings growing on the surrounding terraces, Ryan was very satisfied.

"Master Yelena, your achievements in life magic are amazing."

Ryan praised without hesitation, and Yelena next to her couldn't help but be a little excited. Nothing represents wealth more than the praise of a loyal lord.

Sure enough, I heard Ryan continue:

"In the next six months, I will give you 50,000 gold coins, Master Yelena. I hope that next spring, I can see that no more than 10% of the wheat seedlings will die prematurely on these terraces."

Ryan is indeed in a good mood. Sure enough, the nobles have the right vision. Only by using magicians as scientific researchers can magic be brought into full play in this world.

Can a magician who can fly around and kill and destroy armies be as good as a magician who can increase the yield per acre by fifty percent?

Absolutely not!

The value of creation is always greater than the value of destruction. When used in scientific research, these civilian magicians are absolutely legendary weapons.

Unable to help but take another look at the wheat seedlings that were still alive in the cold wind, Ryan forced himself to calm down.

He felt Appia's arrival, so he turned his head and looked at the assassin wearing a brand new shadow cloak.

If Appia hadn't deliberately made noise, he might not even have felt that the other party had walked three meters behind him.

"The extraordinary path of the Cat Assassin is enviable."

Ryan thought, and then said:

"In two days there will be a team from the Tundra Territory to transport a batch of supplies to the Kingdom of Andala in the east. I want you and your men to hide in it and enter the Kingdom of Andala."

"Don't worry, we won't pass through the fortress and you won't be discovered."

"After entering the Kingdom of Andara, you will lurk near the nobles on the list I gave you, write down what you have seen, and then bring it back."

Appiah took the note handed over by Ryan, with the names of more than a dozen nobles on it.

At this time, he finally understood why Ryan wanted them cat assassins to learn how to read.

"It's only half a month... they may not know how to do it yet."

Appiah said truthfully, in fact, even he himself could not write many words.

"It doesn't matter. You can still learn on the way. Edward will also be in the team."

Apia nodded. Edward was the teacher who taught them to read and write in the past half month. He was also a trade officer under Baron Ryan, a handsome young man.

Unexpectedly, the other party actually got Baron Ryan's recognition and trust. He always thought that only those who did not do well in the frozen land would be assigned to teach them these cat-people knowledge.

"We... don't have to do anything?"

Apia asked hesitantly. In his opinion, Ryan's request was a little too easy.

How did Count Weiss use the cat-people assassins? Let them assassinate the nobles who were heavily guarded, and let them kill the knights who embarked on the extraordinary path at all costs on the battlefield.

Every mission was an assassination with a 100% chance of death, especially on the battlefield. As long as the sword was stabbed, whether it was successful or not, the cat-people assassin would never survive. The charge and trampling of human soldiers could trample the cat-people assassins who exposed their shadows into meat paste.

In contrast, Ryan just wanted them to hide in the dark and listen to what others said.

For the cat assassin, this was not dangerous at all.

"No, I'll tell you when I need you to do something."

Ryan waved his hand and asked Apia to find Edward by himself.

In half a month, Apia was already very familiar with the frozen land. Whether he could find Edward was also a test of whether the cat assassin had the ability to find people.