Chapter 45 2.3 The Rebirth of Quenching Marash

Through the village, Loki came to the west of the village. If there was one person in Hanshui Village that he felt the most sorry for, it was undoubtedly Sanji's father.

——Gor Marash.

He refused to return to Storm's End after being whipped by the lord for no reason (at least he seemed innocent on the surface). Although Duke Bernard sent his confidants to persuade him many times, the temper of the old man Gore was as upright as the hammer in his hand.

He was hung on the cross by Lord Bernard for three whole days, and was beaten until there was almost no intact skin on his body.

But he did not beg for mercy, nor even shout.

After Jerome healed his wounds, he never set foot in Storm's End again. Even the move to Hanshui Village was completed by sending his apprentices.

The old shop sign of "Quenching Marash" was now crookedly nailed in a temporary shed with air leaks on all sides. There were several high-temperature furnaces in the shed, which were temporarily built by old Gore within a month.

The small Kahong in Hanshui Village could not accommodate his furnace, inkstone and other ironmaking equipment. For this reason, he could only command his younger brothers to cut down trees and trim a temporary shed to work in the open air.

"Quick! Throw the broken iron in! Maintain the furnace temperature we set, and make this batch of weapons as beautiful as the previous batch!"

There were all kinds of scars on the bare arms of old man Marash. But the strong physique of the Vikings, under the blessing of Jerome's holy light spell, allowed him to recover within a week. He was smelting the scrap iron that Loki salvaged from the Sleeping City.

After pulling this thing from the seabed to the surface, old man Hummel opened it and found that it was just a pile of broken weapons that looked like glass.

The wealthy Blood Pigeon Town did not need this thing at all, and even moving it back was too tiring. Therefore, this pile of pig iron was left to Loki. It was not until old man Marash threw this inconspicuous metal into the furnace when it was transported back to the village that the people of Hanshui Village discovered the extraordinary nature of these steels.

All these black irons are melted from the broken weapons in the hands of fallen Titans. This material takes into account both rigidity and toughness. The forged axe is hard, sharp, and not easy to break.

The knowledgeable old man Gore immediately discovered the extraordinaryness of this batch of steel. After processing day and night, nearly a hundred Viking battle axes have been made.

"Brother Gore, are you tired? Take a break!"

After Quench Marash moved to Hanshui Village, Loki also completed his first feat as a lord. There has never been a "high-end" shop like the blacksmith shop in the barren Hanshui Village. When Loki's father was in office, the villagers had to walk dozens of miles to Blood Pigeon Town to make an axe.

Now it is completely unnecessary.

"Brother Loki, this batch of steel is amazing! I heard that you got it from a certain "relic"?" Old Gore wiped his sweat and took a big sip from the kettle beside him.

"Hush!" Loki made a gesture to silence the noise. After all, the fewer people who knew about the sinking city, the better. The stone statue of the bloody creator was in his bedroom. He had not yet told the others in the village in detail about its origin.

"I know, keep it a secret!" Old man Gor put his arm around Loki's shoulder intimately, "I just want to say, take me out for a walk next time you go out to sea. I'm almost sick of being stuck on this desolate island all day long!"

"Brother Gor, how old are you! Can you still pick up an axe and chop people?"

"Haha! Still old?!"

"I gave birth to Sangji when I was twelve years old. In fact, I'm not much older than that useless thing! Don't look at him knocking a piece of wood all day long. I'm completely different from him! Look at my arms, and then look at my legs!"

"Swish", he jumped onto the iron inkstone and showed off his thick arms and long legs. The skin was covered with wounds from knife and axe, all caused by the whip and iron rod of Duke Bernard.

Loki couldn't bear to watch any more. He had heard from Sanji that his father had an uneasy heart. Now it seems that he has restrained his words a little.

"Brother Gore, okay, you come down first, don't hurt your waist"

"You and your son have proved your loyalty to the village. Next time you go out to sea, as long as you want, I will take you!" Loki promised, and then left the blacksmith shop with satisfaction.

Ever since the sound of ironmaking rang in the village every day, he always subconsciously wanted to take a look. This feeling was like buying a new Audi car in the previous life.

Hanshui Village, took another big step forward.

After coming out of the blacksmith shop, the next stop was the kitchen area on the first floor of the castle. After digging out the coins from the seabed, Loki bought enough meat and beer with silver. For the first time, the villagers of Hanshui Village lived a winter with bread, barbecue and beer every day.

Every day, there are bursts of laughter in the village's Kahon.

The woman who was busy in the kitchen was robbed from the Slavic village last month. After being transported back to the village, these looted spoils were uniformly handed over to the butler "Wenzov" for distribution and care.

Unlike other villages, Hanshui Village never treats these outsiders as slaves. On the one hand, it is Loki's insistence, and on the other hand

The population of Hanshui Village is really too small.

Only by uniting every living person in the village as much as possible can they quickly replenish the combat power lost in the war.

There is no doubt that life in the cold water is much better than their previous life in the Slavic wilderness. These women quickly learned the Viking language and actively participated in the daily life of the village.

Especially when they were distributed to the monks who came from Lindisfar Monastery, the faces of several Slavic girls were flushed and their spirits were extremely excited.

(Haha, eating and drinking well every day, sleeping with warm Kahon, and having a pink virgin boyfriend. If it were me, I would be so happy to fly)

"What are you eating today?" Walking to the stove, he reached out and gently touched the thick soup in the pot. When the soup entered his mouth, his tears almost flowed out.

Twenty years

After traveling through twenty years, Laozi's village can finally afford spices! These dust-like powders that were cheap in the last life are so expensive in this life! At this time in the Western Continent, "pepper", an extremely common seasoning, is sold by the "gram" like tea.

"To the village chief, today we made ginger potato soup, oatmeal bread, and baked three 30-kilogram mountain goats."

The person in charge of cooking was Fafna, the wife of the butler Wenzov. As a Slav, she worked with her Slav sisters and they were quite harmonious.

"Bake three more! Today we have guests from the neighboring Blood Pigeon Town. We were able to fish up a whole box of silver coins from the bottom of the sea, all thanks to their help!"

"Other things are fine, but we can't lose face eating. Don't forget to move two more barrels of beer from the cellar."

With the more than a thousand gold coins stolen from the Lindisfar Monastery, Loki didn't have to worry about the account at all. The three mountain goats were marinated with a lot of oregano, sage and rosemary, and the rich fragrance filled the whole room.

In this poor medieval era, this was the taste of the wealthy class.

At the door of the kitchen, a dozen little heads were crowded together and peeking into the kitchen. Loki took out his knife and gently cut off a leg of lamb with crispy skin for the children.

From the outside, there is not much difference between Slavic children and Viking children. The world of children is pure. There is no class concept in Hanshui Village. The children have been playing together for a few days and have become close to each other. Seeing Loki appear, they stretched out their hands like a group of hungry wolves to grab the fragrant lamb leg.

"Hey, have you washed your hands?"

A row of white little hands appeared. With sufficient nutrition in recent days, the children's skin has begun to show a healthy glow.

"What did I say when the meal started?"

"Ladies first" The children answered in a baby voice and pushed the girls around them over. These rules cannot be taught when food is scarce, but now that life is prosperous, what should be taught must be taught.

Snow is falling outside the window, and the fireplace inside the house is warm. A woman's soft laughter came from the kitchen. Loki sat aside and watched the growing children with their eyes curved into crescents. They used their greasy little hands to tear off large pieces of barbecue and stuffed them into their mouths.

At this moment, a sense of pride rose in his heart.

After going through hardships, Hanshui Village finally took the first step towards a well-off life.