Our family is in decline

"You've already lost to me once, why are you betting with me this time?" How could Lance give him a chance so easily?

Those who were watching the fun nearby also started to boo, as if watching the fun was not too big a deal.

"Winston, what are you afraid of? Take out your golden hammer!"

"Come on, didn't Winston's balls come out today?"

"Just let him see the power of the golden hammer."

"..."

Already drunk, but aroused by the words around him, Winston took out a medal and gestured to Lance: "This is the medal I won in the forging competition. No more than ten people in Totnes have it."

As he spoke, Winston placed the medal on the surface of the barrel, "Is this okay?"

Lance could feel the pride in his expression when he talked about this, and knew how important this thing was to him.

Of course it’s fun~

"Okay, come on." Lance smiled and stretched out his hand.

This time Winston was obviously serious. He posed with a solemn expression, and the muscles on his body became more and more powerful like a furnace as he breathed.

It wasn't that he was quibbling just now, but he really thought that he was too drunk to react, and he didn't think that he was no match for this guy. But this time he wanted to use absolute power to wash away the shame just now.

"start!"

The troublemaker on the side shouted, and Winston suddenly exerted his strength. But just when he thought the game was over, he found that the man was not moving at all, and he seemed to be pushing a mountain.

He looked up and found that the other person had a relaxed face, as if he hadn't exerted any strength yet.

This feeling startled him. He instinctively exerted his strength, and the muscles all over his body were tense. The muscles on his arms were prominent, and veins appeared.

But what made him despair was that the opponent still didn't waver at all. What he held in his hand didn't look like flesh and blood at all, but steel.

Invincibility... despair grew within him.

The people around him immediately booed when they saw the stalemate between the two sides. They originally thought that Winston wanted to tease his opponent, but slowly they realized something was wrong.

"Try harder!"

"What about the force you use on women?"

"You're fucking match-fixing, right?"

"..."

Lance looked at him, grinned, and used his strength to push him down.

Extraordinary power! Boy~

The moment Winston touched the surface of the barrel with the back of his hand, his whole face turned pale and sluggish as if he had lost his soul. At the same time, the tavern was filled with deathly silence, and it took two seconds before fierce cheers broke out.

"Alas!"

"Hahaha!"

"Winston, you really can't do it~"

"..."

Various sounds came, causing Winston to come back to his senses for a moment, and subconsciously looked at the medal.

And the thing was already in Lance's hands.

It is made of gold, with an embossed pattern of a hammer and iron felt on it. It is very delicate, but there is no spiritual fluctuation on it, so it is just an ordinary thing.

But what was dispensable to Lance was a treasure that Winston couldn't part with.

Lance noticed the look in his eyes, with a look of remorse, obviously regretting that his superior had pushed this thing out just now.

"Take it back." Lance handed the medal back.

Winston, who was still feeling regretful and upset, suddenly froze when he saw this scene, with an expression of indescribable surprise.

"Really give it back to me?"

"For a craftsman, honor is life, and I will not take away a craftsman's 'life'."

As he spoke, Lance put the medal in his hand. Winston held the lost medal and looked extremely guilty when he thought of how he looked just now.

"Sir, I'm really sorry. I went crazy after drinking a little wine."

"Hahaha! Then buy me a drink. I'm fed up with this terrible world. Let's go crazy together." Lance patted Winston on the shoulder and told him to stand up.

"well said!"

“Wine, wine, wine!”

"Old Jim, get your barrel out!"

Lance's bold gesture completely impressed the group of craftsmen, and they supported Lance in cheers.

Winston is considered an outstanding craftsman after all. There are not many people here who can win him in a duel. However, these people are still a little bit grudged by him being defeated by Lance. A few drunkards want to prove the strength of the craftsmen and raise their glasses. Plan to get Lance drunk.

Winston wanted to help stop the drinking, but Lance refused to refuse anyone who came. He drank glass after glass of ale, and soon the drunkards fell one after another, but Lance continued to talk and laugh calmly.

The Stove Tavern is destined to have one more story after tonight.

The night was very long, and Lance's appearance was destined to be just a passing scene. After the excitement, it would return to normal, and he finally showed his purpose and looked at Winston.

"I heard that a group of craftsmen were laid off recently at the Gunnery Academy's workshop. Do you know them?"

"I know a few of them. It's not difficult to find them. But why are you looking for them?"

"My territory needs to find a few skilled craftsmen to help me maintain the weapons. Most of the other people have stable jobs. I'm afraid only those who have been laid off are willing to follow me."

When Winston heard this, he understood that the person in front of him was actually a noble lord, and he immediately patted his chest.

"Don't worry, sir. Leave this matter to me. I will help you contact them. They must all be skilled craftsmen."

"Tell them I won't pay less, and my family can come with me and I will be responsible for their resettlement."

I am not familiar with these craftsmen, so it would be great if I have a professional to help me check it out.

Lance left his address and asked him to come to him when he found all the people. Then the money would be indispensable to him.

…………

It was already late at night when Lance returned to the business group's headquarters. Compared to the vastness of the Ovendo City headquarters, the scale here has been severely reduced. There is only one store and a backyard warehouse, and only the second and third floors are barely usable.

But just such a small place on the edge of the middle city is already half of Walter's worth, worth nearly half a million gold coins. This shows that Totnes' reputation for being rich in land is not just for words.

The lights were still on, and as soon as Lance entered, he saw Disma coming out quickly, looking a little worried.

"grown ups!"

Lance raised his hand to comfort him, smiled and joked: "It's okay~ I'm such a big man, I won't get lost."

When I walked in, I met Tiffany who wanted to come out.

"Why did you come back so late?" Tiffany smelled the smell of alcohol on his body as soon as she got close, and couldn't help but frowned, "Why did you drink?"

"Wine!" After hearing this, Boudica, who was dozing next to her, raised her head and said confusedly, "Why didn't you call me?"

This guy~Lance glanced at him and was somewhat speechless.

"How's the situation over there?"

"Same as you said, those guys wanted to increase supply, but after hearing that we didn't plan to renew the contract, they first threatened us to cancel all transactions, and finally complied with raising prices, but I have cut off all grain transactions according to your instructions. "