Chapter 67: Someone is Slacking Off

【Baron: Arthur Bracken】

【Level: 6】

【Experience Points: 4024/6000】

【Strength: 18】

【Agility: 12】

【Intelligence: 7】

【Charisma: 9】

【Skills: Ironflesh 4, Power Strike 7, Power Throw 1, Power Draw 1, Weapon Mastery 2, Shield 1, Athletics 2, Riding 5, Horse Archery 0, Looting 0, Trainer 0, Tracking 0, Tactics 1, Pathfinding 0, Spotting 0, Wound Treatment 0, Surgery 0, First Aid 0, Engineering 0, Persuasion 1, Prisoner Management 1, Leadership 3, Trade 0】

【Weapon Proficiency: One-handed Weapon 74, Two-handed Weapon 125, Polearm 87, Archery 31, Crossbow 31, Throwing 31】

The experience gained from eliminating wild boars and daily troop training allowed him to reach level six.

Daily training now provides forty to fifty experience points per day, but surprisingly, the daily experience count is not stable.

Although Arthur is not clear on how this is calculated, one point is very clear.

Someone is slacking off during training!

This might be because Arthur is not on his own territory; once he returns, he will definitely teach the slackers a lesson.

The Lord of Red Mill thought to himself.

The attribute points from leveling up continue to be added to Strength, one skill point is added to Shield and one to Riding, and ten weapon points are added to Polearm.

Polearm was increased because the Guan Dao belongs to this category, and as his main weapon for mounted combat in the future, the proficiency must be raised a bit.

Shield and Riding are for the Tourney.

After closing the panel, Arthur went out to find Patrick and the others.

Today they have to go to Iron Street to check the progress of their orders.

Whether it is the Guan Dao, the pumpkin Great Hammer, or the Quanshen Banji that Arthur uses himself, or the two hundred sets of Iron Plate Armor, all are urgently needed for delivery.

At least some need to be delivered before the Tourney begins in three days.

Otherwise, many things will disrupt the plan.

At the party five days ago, he and the twins from the Redwyne family agreed to go to The Reach together to purchase ready-made weapons and armor for him.

Plus, in two or three weeks, The Mountain will start burning and looting along the Red Fork, and he still has to return to fight The Mountain before that; the schedule is really quite full.

Fighting The Mountain cannot be skipped, because this is the first step to winning people's hearts.

Hundreds of thousands of displaced farmers are waiting to be delivered to Arthur's mouth.

Imagine, their lord either hides in a sturdy castle and won't come out, or if he does come out, he is cut down by The Mountain's Greatsword and cannot protect the commoners.

And just when their homes are being burned by small units of the Lannister family, a handsome man suddenly appears, expels the Westerlands army, and saves them.

As long as they are normal people, they will definitely choose to follow the person who saved them.

Once there are more such displaced farmers, it will be a great help to Arthur.

Among tens of thousands of farmers, one can always pick out a few thousand who can hold a five-meter spear, then equip them with a Great Shield to form a tight formation, and their combat effectiveness will not be low.

Several people climbed up to Iron Street near the top of Weisanniya Qiuling to find the blacksmith shop of Tuobu, where they had originally ordered the weapons.

"My Lord, your Great Hammer, Greatsword, and Plate Armor have been forged." After verifying the token, Tuobu directed the apprentices and blacksmiths to carry out the three items.

The Plate Armor and Greatsword were fine; three apprentices could move both.

The Great Hammer was much more exaggerated.

It took two muscular blacksmiths with bulging arms working together to lift it out.

Tuobu was extremely satisfied with this world-shaking giant hammer he had forged; except for the fact that no one could use it, it was simply perfect.

He glanced at this group of guests, wanting to know how the six of them would move it to their residence.

Tuobu made up his mind that if the guests couldn't move it and asked for his help, he would definitely demand a Gold Dragon as a moving fee.

Two strong men carefully placed the giant hammer, whose head was larger than a human head, on the ground, but the moment it landed, everyone present felt a vibration.

Whether it was what they saw or the vibration that came through, it was enough to shock ordinary people.

"This Great Hammer is too terrifying; as long as one can swing it, no armor can withstand a single blow!" an apprentice couldn't help but exclaim.

"But no one can swing it; I imagine even the legendary Mountain couldn't do it. It can only serve as an art piece." The person next to him echoed.

A pedestrian on the street was watching the excitement and carefully voiced his guess:

"This Lord is just getting a display piece to put in the hall of his castle to make guests marvel; what does it matter if no one can use it?"

"What do ignorant commoners know? Mr. Arthur has practiced divine strength; lifting a hammer is as easy as turning over one's hand." Patrick defended his idol this way.

Desmond also scolded them: "Just because The Mountain can't lift it doesn't mean this Lord can't."

Several people immediately shut their mouths, but their faces showed anger, clearly unconvinced.

Arthur didn't pay them any mind; after coldly sweeping a glance at this group of gossips, he walked to the side of the giant hammer, bent down to grab it, and the giant hammer left the ground.

Although he also had to use both hands to lift it, it was not strenuous to use.

At most, it made his pace a little slower.

"How is this possible? How can anyone lift such a giant hammer?"

"How did this Lord manage to do it?"

"It turns out I am the one who is ignorant!"

The surrounding crowd immediately sighed, one after another shocked by the scene they witnessed.

As for the maker of this Great Hammer, Tuobu, he had his mouth wide open and his eyes wide, unable to believe that this customer could actually lift it so easily.

Others only knew that this Great Hammer looked huge and didn't understand its true meaning.

But Tuobu himself knew clearly that a weapon that required four muscular strongmen to lift was not meant for ordinary people.

This showed that this customer's strength had reached a level unimaginable to ordinary people.

I fear he is the strongest person on the entire continent.

Arthur held the hammer with both hands and swung it a few times, feeling satisfied, so he took out the money to pay the remaining balance.

Tuobu took the Gold Dragon and Silver Stag in a daze, blankly watching the group leave.

What he saw today was destined to be remembered by him for the rest of his life.

After having the three Attendants deliver the Plate Armor and the Golden Guan Dao back to the inn, Arthur carried the hammer and went to the blacksmith shop where he had ordered two hundred sets of Iron Plate Armor.

There was no help for it; he was the only one who could wield this kind of super-heavy weapon.

The three Attendants could not lift it, and Patrick and Desmond were certainly not the type to do manual labor.

"My lord, I'm afraid your Lamellar Armor will take a few more days to be fully delivered," the shop owner, who was wearing nothing but a loincloth, said with a fawning smile.

Just like the work he had been repeating all week, he was currently forging square armor plates for Arthur.

It was just that he, along with all the master smiths, craftsmen, and apprentices in the nearby blacksmith shops, had been swinging their hammers until they smoked, yet the progress was still lagging a bit.

After all, the number of plates for two hundred sets of Iron Plate Armor was quite large.

Arthur threw the giant hammer in his hand onto the ground.

The ground indeed transmitted a very intense vibration, which made the shop owner's face turn ugly at once.

As a blacksmith, he knew very well the weight of this hammer.

Before the customer could speak, he surrendered himself: "Please rest assured, I will deliver the goods at the previously agreed time. Even if I don't eat, drink, or sleep, I will definitely forge enough armor plates for you."

"Just remember your words." After Arthur dropped this remark, he carried the hammer and left with his companions.

Now, they had to go buy two horses strong enough for Arthur to serve as his mounts for the jousting tournament and future battles.

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