son-in-law of blood

Chapter 155 Letter from the Governor's Mansion

Taking No. [-], which had been renamed Tryndamere, the two of them came to an ironsmith's shop near Tiris Town.

"My lord, what can I do for you?"

The owner of the blacksmith shop was a powerful middle-aged man. He asked respectfully when he saw Hellen leading a tall barbarian into the shop.

Since Hillen became the lord, the situation of Tiris has been greatly improved in all aspects, and the residents here respect Hillen from the bottom of their hearts.

Helen nodded and pointed to Tryndamere behind him:

"I need to order a special weapon for him, the heavier the better, don't worry about the materials, I will provide them myself."

The middle-aged blacksmith looked at Tryndamere's majestic body for a while, and then said:
"Brother, please come with me!"

Hellen nodded, and Tryndamere followed the middle-aged blacksmith into the back room.

After a while, there was a loud muffled sound from inside the room, and then the middle-aged blacksmith came out with a wry smile on his face, and Tryndamere behind him also looked a little embarrassed.

"Lord Lord, your friend's strength is really too great. I just let him try the heaviest weapon I have ever made. I didn't expect him to break the weapon without swinging it twice. .”

Tryndamere still scratched his head with a silly smile on his face, and Hellen also felt the mood of Angus not long ago.

Helen pondered for a moment and asked:
"Then who else do you know who can forge such a heavy weapon?"

The middle-aged blacksmith thought for a while and replied:

"My lord, with all due respect, I don't think ordinary blacksmiths are enough to forge weapons that can be used by the brother behind you. You might as well forge a magical weapon."

"Magic weapons? Does Tiris have a blacksmith who can make magic weapons?"

The middle-aged blacksmith replied: "I really don't know about this little one, but there must be one in the city of Kenshen. Your lord might as well go and have a look in the city."

Helen nodded and said:

"I'll think about it. I'll trouble you today. You can go to the Lord's Mansion in a while and report the losses. Just say that I said it. The Lord's Mansion is responsible for all these losses."

The middle-aged blacksmith repeatedly thanked:

"Thank you sir, thank you sir!"

Helen greeted with a smile, and left the blacksmith shop with Tryndamere.

"Magic weapon..."

On the way, Hellen couldn't help muttering to himself.

Although magic weapons and ordinary weapons are both made by blacksmiths, the former has higher requirements for blacksmiths, generally they must be Tier [-] professionals.

Hellen had the impression that there was no similar blacksmith in his territory. He looked back at Tryndamere, who was honest and simple, and had been following behind him, and couldn't help shaking his head slightly.

"Tendamere, you should go back to the camp first. You are still training with Angus these few days. When I am free, I will go to Kenshen City to forge weapons for you. You must train hard these few days, and don't let me down." Expectations of you. In addition, I will also find someone to take care of your meals."

Tryndamere patted his chest, his face full of joy: "Master, please rest assured, I will train with all my heart."

Helen nodded with satisfaction:
"Okay, you go first!"

After Tryndamere left, Hellen returned to the Lord's Mansion alone, and came to the office of Neil, the political officer.

When the door was pushed open, Neil was working on his desk, so serious that he didn't notice Hellen's entry.

The snow-white short hair is a little messy, but it adds a lot of style, and the white hands dance quickly on the desk. If you wear a white shirt and a blue suit, you will look like an OL office girl.

"Cough cough!"

Helen coughed twice, waking up Neil who was immersed in his work.

After seeing the person coming, Neil stopped what he was doing, stood up and greeted him:

"Has the lord found his wife?"

Helen nodded, walked up to Neil, pulled the chair opposite and sat down.

Neil frowned slightly, and asked softly:
"What's the matter, my lord?"

Helen waved her hand:
"It's nothing serious, I just want to come over and ask if your work is going well? Are you still used to it these days?"

Neil's brows couldn't help but deepened:

"Sir, if you have anything to say, just say it!"

Helen smiled slightly and said:
"It's like this. My wife and I may have to go out in a few days, and the big and small affairs in the territory will be on your shoulders at that time, so I hope you can be mentally prepared."

With a serious face, Neil said in a deep voice:
"Please rest assured, my lord. I will definitely do my best to ensure the normal operation of all affairs in the territory."

Helen smiled and waved:
"I believe you. Hepburn has already told me that your work ability is very strong. I'm not worried at all."

"Anything else?"

Seeing that Helen still didn't leave after explaining the matter, Neil couldn't help feeling confused and asked.

Helen pondered for a moment and said:
"It's like this. I hope to ask the third prince Lexton for a favor, but it's obviously too late to follow the normal channels, so I hope you can help me deliver a message to him."

Neil frowned slightly, and asked:
"What's the matter, my lord, please speak directly."

Helen nodded and said, "You should also know Hepburn's true identity."

Neil nodded slightly. Back then, Neil had fought against Hepburn outside the city of Beato, and both she and Lekton knew the identity of the Hepburn blood clan.

Hellen continued: "Our purpose of this trip is to discuss some matters with the vampires, but... you also know that the vampires are different from us human beings after all, they will have some hatred for me, I am afraid that what will happen then Unnecessary trouble, so hopefully Lechton will give me an identity."

Neil asked, "What identity do you want?"

Hellen touched his nose and said, "It's best to be a messenger."

Neil nodded slightly, and replied in a deep voice:
"I see, I will report this matter to His Highness."

Hellen hesitated for a moment, and said, "It's better to do it as soon as possible, we don't have much time."

Neil nodded in agreement.

After leaving Neil's office, Helen secretly planned the next trip.

"There is still half a month before the time Hepburn's father requested. Half a month should be enough for Lexton to confirm the identity of the envoy. There is also the weapon of Tryndamere. I also need to find time to go to Kenshen City."

Thinking of this, Hellen had already returned to his home without knowing it.

"How is it? What did Neil say?" Hepburn came over and took the coat that Helen took off.

Helen replied: "She has promised to report to Lechton, and it will take five or six days to get the results."

Hepburn couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief when she heard the words. With this emissary status, presumably even if her father didn't want to see Heron again, it wouldn't be against him.

"Oh, by the way, just after you left, a person who claimed to be an official of the Governor's Mansion came to the mansion, saying that he had a letter to deliver to you."

Hepburn seemed to have remembered something, and hurried back to the bedroom to get the letter.

"Letter? Governor's Mansion?"

Helen frowned uncomfortably.

The Tiris Territory where Hearon is located belongs to the province of Dorin, and the governor, Earl Varian, is the powerful governor who the third prince Lekton once warned Hellen to be careful in a letter.

It stands to reason that the reason why Hiron was able to serve as the lord of Tiris Land this time should be thanks to the strong recommendation of the governor at the court meeting.

But Hellen knew deeply through Lekton that the so-called Varian recommended him because of Gremory VI's coercion and lure, and the real situation should be that he robbed Varian's territory!

In addition, he still remembered that in his own lord system, one of his hostile forces was the governor of Dorrin Province, the name of Earl Varian Wendell!

"Why did he remember to write a letter to himself? It seems that the visitor is not kind!" Xillen squinted his eyes halfway, and a cold light flashed in his eyes!

(End of this chapter)