Chapter 11 Hoodwinking The Blacksmith

  "I don't mean to offend, but most hedge knights do have a bad reputation," Eton shook his head. He always insisted on using the term 'hedge knight' instead of the contemptuous 'title of hedge knight.'

  "You are still so young; I believe there are still opportunities."

  "No," Ian was a little confused as to why the old blacksmith did not do good business and instead enlightened himself. But he did not want to get entangled with the other party, so he interrupted the old blacksmith directly.

  "I have decided that I will go to the Great Wall to join the Night Watch. That is the only place where I can gain honor. Becoming a brother in black is my destiny," Ian said to the old blacksmith, not knowing what he thought of, tears soaked the corners the old blacksmith eyes.

  He did not persuade Ian any more but said, "Good boy, may the Seven Gods bless you."

  "The Seven Gods bless us all," Ian responded.

  Old Eton mentioned Ian's armor again: "This armor can be sold for 450 silver stags."

  "And this sword, this sword can be sold for 180 silver stags, but..." The old blacksmith picked up Ian's half sword, checking its wear and tear.

  "Actually, I don't recommend you sell the sword. Although the Night Watch will provide all the equipment, it is not as good as your own weapons. What do you think?"

  "I think you misunderstood," Ian quickly made up a new reason. "I did not sell the equipment because the Night Watch would provide it, so I can take advantage of the Night Watch brothers.

  The main reason was that once I joined the Night Watch, I can't stay and be filial to my parents. I want to leave them as much money as possible so that I can leave with peace of mind."

  "Your parents are not nobles?"

  "It's obvious, isn't it?"

  "I don't mean to offend," the old blacksmith shook his head. "Since this is the money you plan to leave to your parents to fulfill your filial duty, then I won't take it from you. I can give you 550 silver stags for the armor and 200 silver stags for the sword."

  "Thank you, old gentleman." Ian was inevitably a little happy, but he didn't expect to make up an excuse and help him get half a golden dragon.

  "And," the old blacksmith paused, as if hesitating for a moment, but he soon made up his mind, "Since you are short of money, I have a job for you." The old blacksmith's words surprised Ian.

  He didn't know what a blacksmith from Harrenhal could ask a strange mercenary knight to help him with. Of course, no matter what the task was, he had no interest in it.

  But because he had just taken advantage of someone else's more than a hundred silver stags, it would be too blunt to refuse, so he reminded him tactfully, "I am no longer a hired knight."

  "Of course, I know, of course," the old blacksmith nodded quickly, and because of Ian's refusal, he believed a little more in his story about going to join the Night Watch.

  "I don't want to hire you to fight for me, but since you are going to the Great Wall to join the Night Watch, why don't you do me a favor and deliver something."

  "What? You want to give me something to deliver?" Ian's eyes lit up immediately. He is currently busy going to the salt field to hunt the other players, and, of course, he is not interested in various tasks. But getting something to deliver is a completely different matter. Once it goes into my pocket, it becomes mine.

  "Can you tell me in detail?" Ian replied with interest.

  "After you go to the Great Wall, I hope you can go to the Shadow Tower to find a ranger named Dovill and then help me deliver a heraldic sword to him."

  "So you want to give me a heraldic sword? You are such a good person." Ian nodded quickly.

  "So you agreed?"

  "Of course, since it's on the way, I have no problem."

  The old blacksmith nodded, turned around, and went behind a door.

  "Ding! Optional mission update." Annie's voice rang in his mind, and Ian quickly closed his eyes and logged into the system interface.

  [Discover Triggered Mission: Shadow Lion Mission Description: The old blacksmith has a heraldic sword, and he wants you to bring it to Ranger Doville in the Shadow Tower.

Mission reward: Unknown

Additional reward: Unknown]

[Accept (consumes 1 point)] [Rejection]

  Seeing this task, Ian almost subconsciously wanted to click accept. Because a player's initial points can only buy 300 silver stags if he buys a purse in the points mall, and the minimum value of a heraldic sword is more than 3 golden dragons.

  At the beginning, he can exchange 1 point for a heraldic sword. It's obviously a good deal. But just as he was about to click on it, he suddenly had a bold idea.

  What happens if he clicks reject during the task? After all, according to the organizer, this is a real world, so this old blacksmith is a real living person.

  Whether he assigns the task to himself should not be affected by the system at all! If the old blacksmith suddenly turns against him because he refuses the task in the system, then the old blacksmith is not a living person but an NPC with AI!

  Thinking of this, Ian moved his eyes away from the [Accept] option, and then clicked [Reject] next to it.

  After a while, the old blacksmith came out holding a heraldic sword.

  "This sword is made of fine steel, and the craftsmanship is perfect," Eton introduced as he handed the sword to Ian. "It's just the sword of a friend of mine when I was young, he was ...." The old blacksmith said. Shaked his head.

  Sure enough, he didn't fall out! Ian was delighted. Although he was not stuck in a bug this time, he saved one point anyway.

  When Ian took the sword from the old blacksmith's hand, his first impression was that it was heavy. It was the same length as his own sword, but slightly heavier. He took out the sword from the leather scabbard. The color of the sword was slightly darker.

  There were also many small chips on the blade, but they were much smaller than the chips on his half hand sword. He used his fingers to gently touch the blade lightly, and he could clearly feel its sharpness.

  "Remember, give this sword to Ranger Doville from the Shadow Tower," the old blacksmith warned. "He has blond hair like you and is about 35 years old."

  The old blacksmith paused and smiled sarcastically. He groaned, "Considering that he has been on the Great Wall for more than ten years, he may look more mature."

  "In short, you must give this sword to him personally. If he happens to be on a mission when you go to the Shadow Tower, then take the sword back and wait for the next opportunity. Don't give the sword to others night watchman's casually." The old blacksmith emphasized.

  "Can I know why?" Ian felt a sense of vigilance in his heart. "Is there anything you want me to say that cannot be heard by others?" The old blacksmith obviously did not expect that Ian would ask these words.

  He glanced at Ian in surprise, then shook his head: "No, no need, he will know everything when he sees this sword."