Happy people from Blue Star

Chapter 6
"Knight Hardy, you are a generous man."

The butler of Virginia, holding a few silver coins in his hand, left with a smile.

At this time, the letter of appointment has been placed on the dining table.

The old butler Jack looked at the golden parchment and burst into tears.

He was so happy.

Although I lost several blacksmith shops and my family's income was much less, what I got in return was a better prospect and future.

"Jack, you are going on vacation tomorrow, go back to your hometown and bring your little grandson over, and at the same time recruit one or two reliable spear masters from over there."

Jack wiped away his tears, a little surprised: "The mercenaries of White Hart Collar charge much higher prices, why not recruit here directly, the local mercenaries are cheaper."

"I can't trust the people here." Hardy snorted, "What if the expert you invite happens to be the enemy? Isn't it just a way to lure wolves into the house?"

Although the possibility of this is very low, I am not afraid of [-] in everything, but just in case.

Now Hardy's house is still standing on the edge of the cliff, so we have to be more cautious in everything.

"Little master has grown up." Jack wiped his tears and smiled, he could feel that Hardy was more organized than old Hardy in doing things.

Is it true that hardships make people mature?

When Jack was sighing inwardly, he seemed to hear a faint noise coming from outside the door, and he signaled the head maid, Lilian, to go out and have a look.

Hardy is looking at the map. He is going to take over the territory tomorrow, so naturally he has to figure it out.

The mountain forest is in the northeast of the river and stream, far away from the town. The area is actually not that big, but there are hundreds of thousands of mountain people hiding there, and there are enough supplies to keep them alive, which shows that the resources in the mountain forest are quite rich.

These mountain people are rebellious, do not trust outsiders, have a bad temper, and it is very troublesome to get along with them.

This is something that almost everyone in Hexi Territory knows.

But Hardy has a way.

Just as Hardy was thinking about how to build up the army step by step in his mind, Lilian came back from the outside.

She lowered her head and pressed it against Hardy's ear, and said, "Master, Sam brought some blacksmith apprentices and was making noise outside. He said he must see you, and he looked very angry."

"Let them in." Hardy's eyes flashed coldly.

Hearing this, Jack immediately waved his hand, and asked the guard standing next to him to come over to protect his little master.

Although the Hardy family had no noble status and was not qualified to form an army before, it was still possible to recruit a few guards.

Soon, an angry middle-aged man rushed in, walking very fast.

Behind him, followed by six young people.

These seven people have a common feature, that is, they are muscular, and at first glance they are Kong Wu's powerful hunks.

Blacksmiths are like this, they don't have the strength to forge iron.

The middle-aged man at the front looked extremely angry, but when he saw the guards behind Hardy, his arrogance was reduced by half.

He wanted to get closer, but he was five meters away from Hardy, and he was blocked by the guards, unable to approach him.

Seeing that the guards were wearing hard leather armor and weapons, the middle-aged man did not dare to charge forward any more. He looked at Hardy, his teeth seemed to be gritted: "Little Hardy, why did you sell the blacksmith shop to the lord."

"Why can't it be sold?" Hardy looked away from the map, and he looked at the middle-aged man with a half-smile: "Sam, the blacksmith shop, from the land deed to the house, to the utensils and tools inside, all belong to our Hardy family. We can do whatever we want with it."

When Sam heard this, the suppressed anger immediately resurfaced, and he said angrily: "But old Hardy made an agreement with me that as long as I have worked in the blacksmith shop for ten years, he will give me one. Your Hardy family doesn't keep their promise."

When Hardy heard this, he laughed: "Then how many years have you worked in the blacksmith shop?"

Seeing Hardy's obviously sarcastic expression, Sam's arrogance was suppressed again, he was silent for a while, and said, "Six years!"

"It's not enough ten years." Hardy spread his hands, his face full of ridicule.

Sam couldn't help rushing two steps forward, but was held down by the guard.

"You sold the smithy, and I will work for another ten years. The new owner will not give me the smithy, not even a hammer." Sam was pushed back again and again, and he roared: "Old Hardy promised me, and you will break the promise when he dies, you are a betrayer, shameless."

"Let him go." Ha Di waved to the guards, then sighed: "I actually know what my father promised you."

"Since you know, why sell the blacksmith shop to others."

Hardy laughed softly: "But I also know that if father wants to send you to the blacksmith shop, in addition to letting you work for ten years, he also needs to help our Hardy family train at least five qualified blacksmiths, not blacksmith apprentices."

His eyes swept over the six young people behind him, all of whom were students of Sam.

"I'm going to do it." Sam wanted to rush up again, but was still blocked by two guards: "These apprentices are good boys, they learn quickly."

"I also admit this." Hardy nodded: "But...you shouldn't join forces with outsiders to harm our Hardy family."

Sam froze, and after a while he roared hysterically, "I didn't, I didn't!"

"The seven blacksmith shops are all on strike. Let me see, it's still at such a critical time." Hardy's smile is clearly bright, but inexplicably gives off a very cold feeling, just like the clear sky in the winter: "It is said that the salary will be raised, but your salary is already twice that of the peers. Are you still not satisfied?"

"We make more money for the Hardys."

Hardy nodded: "This is indeed true, but if I don't make money, what use are you blacksmiths? Don't you want to take all the money you earn into your own pockets?"

Sam was left speechless by the scolding, his face turned red and blue for a while, and finally shouted: "Little Hardy, you are a liar, shameless, and a betrayer."

Hardy laughed, and he signaled to the two guards at the door, and then the door was closed with a bang.

Now Sam was a little anxious: "What do you want to do!"

"I was still thinking about when to find you, but I didn't expect that you would come to your door." Hardy stood up, walked in front of Sam, his smile turned cold, and said coldly: "Tell me, who encouraged you to take the lead in making trouble."

"I didn't do it, you framed me." Sam's face changed drastically, obviously anxious, and he began to contradict his words: "No one encouraged me, I wanted to do this myself."

"Then you deserve to die even more." Hardy took the long sword from the guard's hand, and pointed the tip at Sam's face: "Take the initiative to betray the master and devour the master. Do you think the new owner of the blacksmith shop will tolerate you?"

An icy chill radiated from the tip of the sword.

If Sam was just in a hurry just now, then now Sam's expression is already ashamed.

"Speak up, and you can let your whole family leave safely. If you don't say anything, you will go to see the god of death together."

Sam looked at the tip of the sword only about ten centimeters away from his face, his mouth dry.

He subconsciously looked back behind him.

Before coming, his six apprentices were all filled with righteous indignation, as if they wanted to fight Hardy forever.

But now, all of them lowered their heads not daring to move, their bodies shaking wildly, like a frigid bird in the cold wind.

Knowing that he had no other choice, Sam pursed his lips and said in a hoarse voice, "Edward asked me to do this."

The old butler was shocked when he heard the name: "How is it possible, didn't he disappear with the old master?"

Hardy smiled even colder.

He didn't expect that this person was also an inner ghost.

(End of this chapter)