In the morning, when the first rays of sunlight pierce the sky and bring light to the world again, most of the inhabitants of Ascatra have already woken up and are about to go about their day. The culture of the Gold Coin Capital is averse to laziness, especially in the busy docks, where there is almost no sleep twenty-four hours a day, where a large number of poor civilians sell their bodies in exchange for payment.

Of course, where there is interest, there are shadow thieves, and this is something that all of Amm knows. As the most important unloading location in the entire docklands, it is also controlled by shadow thieves, and each coolie worker is controlled and managed by the guild, not only to hand over one-third of his income, but also to help keep an eye on the wind and grass, otherwise he will not want to make a living here.

However, some changes have taken place since Henry took over Maiva's territory......

The entire berths and warehouses were split in two, and one part continued to be under the direct control of the bloodhead, obeying the usual rules of the shadow thieves, and continuing to oppress the poor workers. Others have introduced new rules and workers are no longer required to pay their wages. In return, they have to "disappear" for a few days a month to engage in some illegal activities like smuggling.

Obviously, this not only removed the heavy burden from the workers, but also transformed them into vested interest groups, turning them from former hostility to active cooperation, and it did not take long to attract more than 70 percent of the coolies.

At present, it can be seen from the number of goods carried on the docks that the warehouses on the bloodhead side are not even half full, while the warehouses on Henry's side are already full, and there are even two new warehouses in the process of expansion. Such a big gap, if it weren't for the repeated instructions from the top not to make trouble. I'm afraid it would have been a river of blood long ago.

As the most famous criminal organization on the West Coast. The Shadow Thieves Guild didn't just talk about it to have the great prestige it has today. It was built up little by little in the underground war, and the countless corpses thrown into the sea and rivers reminded everyone of the fate of going against them.

But this set of threats and intimidation is okay against ordinary people, and once the other party is too big, then the shadow thief will be inclined to negotiate and compromise. Bloodhead hadn't made any small moves since he read the report on the annihilation of the vampires, and he had Arcanis warn all his men not to make provocative moves, otherwise they would be dealt with severely, for which many people had already paid a heavy price. Take this current manager of the docklands, for example.

Blowing the salty and wet sea breeze, the old Willy, who was in charge of half of the berth's "business", spat fiercely and cursed: "Phew! What a damn one! If we continue like this, we will run out of workers in two months. Maybe it's time to do something to rebuild the prestige of our territory. ”

"Yes...... But there was a stern warning from above, that if we started a fight in private, the Arcanis would kill us. A big-shouldered thug shrunk his neck in fear.

As the toughest legendary thief in Askatra, Arcanis intimidates anyone who dares to break the rules. Even the most rampant creature shuddered involuntarily at the sight of his name, for fear that he would be killed in some inconspicuous corner if he was not careful.

"Idiot, I didn't say I was going to do it with those guys on the other side." The scar on Old Willie's face twitched, and there was a vicious look in his eyes. "How about we threaten the families of the workers? Just clean up a few thorns. They would not dare to flee to the other side, so that they would not have to worry about no one to work. ”

The thug couldn't help but shudder and reminded in a low voice, "Boss." I advise you not to do that. Those guys have all recently joined an organization called the "Mutual Aid Society", which is said to have more than 4,000 people in number, and it is still growing rapidly, and one of them will get into big trouble. ”

"Mutual aid society? What's that? A group of poor ghosts still want to turn the world upside down! Old Willie glared viciously.

He didn't think that a group of poor ghosts who couldn't even afford to buy weapons could have any power, so he ordered without hesitation: "Go and arrest the whole family of those workers who plan to defect now, and execute them collectively in front of everyone after dark, so that everyone can see the fate of resisting us." ”

"Okay, you're the boss, you have the final say, but don't blame me for not reminding you if something happens in the future." The five big thugs shrugged their shoulders and walked directly from the dock with a dozen people in the direction of the slum.

Henry, who was standing not far away, saw this qiē in his eyes, and then showed a sneer, and muttered to himself: "Interesting, it seems that Naria is making rapid progress, and she has already reached the territory of the shadow thief." I really don't know if I should praise her for her courage or stupidity. Forget it, let's go to the Shadow Thief Headquarters to say hello to the blood head in a while, the province can't end in the end. ”

With that, he tightened his hood and walked straight towards Cromwell's blacksmith's shop.

Henry knew very well that this was not just an indifferent battle for the control of the dock, but the status quo of the two underground forces after the division of territory. After Robert's rectification, although some petty theft and narcotics trafficking businesses were stopped, not only did not decline in terms of overall strength, but also improved.

He could even imagine how sad the blood head had been in the recent past, and if he didn't introduce the other party to some lucrative business, then this ally would probably not be able to hold on.

Cromwell's blacksmith is located on the easternmost side of the docklands, next to the foul-smelling sea. It's hard to imagine that a famous dwarven blacksmith would choose to make a home in such a place. With his wealth, he can move into the most expensive administrative district or temple and enjoy a luxurious and comfortable life.

But this Cromwell had lived here for a long time, and every day he was accompanied by a stove and an anvil, and he did not feel bored or bored at all. Perhaps this is what people say that persistence has nothing to do with character, fame and wealth. For him, striking iron is perhaps the happiest thing in his life.

You must know that most people, after gaining a lot of money, fame and status, will soon forget about it completely, and completely fall into a world of materialism and cannot extricate themselves. However, there are a small number of people who always remember their original dreams and spend their lives putting them into practice.

No doubt. Such a spirit deserves respect. And if nothing else. Then you must eventually become a master in a certain field, and the dwarven blacksmith who lives here is obviously such a person.

Pushing the door open slightly, Henry immediately felt the scorching air rushing towards him, and Cromwell was swinging a hammer beside the stove to beat a reddish sword blank, which should be a long sword in terms of length and appearance. When he heard footsteps, he continued his work and shouted, "If there's something to mend." That's on the table, I'm busy right now. ”

"The bones of Mithril, Cold Iron, and Hill Trolls are tempered with the blood of the Ancient Red Dragon, and forged at low temperatures...... Oh my God, you seem to be building an awesome weapon. Henry exclaimed in surprise. Although he knew when he handed over the dragon's blood to the dwarf in front of him that the other party would have to forge a powerful weapon or armor sooner or later, he never expected it to move so quickly.

Judging from the looming magic fluctuations on the sword blank, it is definitely not trivial, and it shows the characteristics of a legendary item before it is completed, because a faint consciousness has been formed in the sword body.

It is well known that all weapons and armor above the fifth level of enchantment. Most of them will develop a peculiar sense of self if they cannot be recognized. Then there is no way to use the power of this weapon, let alone touch it.

Of course, not all legendary items are so powerful from the beginning, some have gone through one or more masters, slain powerful monsters and terrifying enemies, and some have been instilled with the power of unparalleled faith, the most famous of which is the Holy Avenger - "Casomir".

This two-handed weapon, which could only be used by paladins, was originally nothing more than an ordinary iron sword, held by an elderly paladin who fought against six powerful and evil minions of the tyrannical god Bane for the sake of a five-year-old fallen princess.

After taking revenge, the seventy-year-old man returned to the princess's side, placed the sword that had slain the tyrant on the ground, and whispered, "There are countless evils in the world, and they are not far from the hearts of people...... But as long as a person's heart is loyal and his path is upright, he will be able to defeat an evil spirit. ”

In an instant, the old sword, which had lost its lustre, emitted a light as strong as the sun, and it was completely new from the inside out, and even the material had changed incredibly.

For the sake of justice, for the sake of commitment, for the sake of faith, and for the sake of salvation, an old man in his seventies crossed most of Ferron, went to a strange plane, and proved with his practical actions that there is still justice in this world. His powerful mind brought a worn-out iron sword to life, and from that moment on, countless evil avengers were born, and countless terrifying evil forces were crushed in the years that followed.

Clearly, Cromwell also instilled some of his own beliefs into his weapons in the process of forging. It's a kind of total devotion, and some forgers are even willing to rip off a part of their soul so that their name can be sung along with the weapon.

After all, this is the supreme honor for every blacksmith in the Faeron Continent, and even death can't make them flinch in the slightest.

After hearing that it was Henry's voice, Cromwell immediately turned his head, and a trace of surprise appeared on his tired face: "It's you!" Damn it! Where have you been lately? I've been looking for you for a few days. ”

"I went out to sea, and I took a walk around the dark area, and I just came back last night. You are looking for me because of the lack of some rare materials in the forging process, right? Henry teased with a smile.

"Underground?" Cromwell's eyes lit up, staring straight at the dimensional bag that Henry hung from his belt. "You've definitely got a lot of good stuff! Take it out and take a look! Maybe I'll be able to use it. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he stretched out his dirty hands and grabbed the dimensional bag, it looked like a person who was about to starve to death saw food, and even a green light appeared in his eyes.

Seeing this, Henry hurriedly took a few steps back, stretched out his hands to block the dwarf and shouted, "Stop! Don't come any closer! Don't be in such a hurry, relax, I'll take it out, but you have to keep these hands away, I don't want to get this robe dirty. ”

"So what are you waiting for, hurry up and get them out, I can't wait to see those lovely ores and metals." Cromwell licked his lips excitedly as he spoke. As a master blacksmith, there is nothing that excites him more than a variety of rare materials. (To be continued......)