The Amber Sword

Chapter 109 – Trentheim and the young lord (9)

“No, you guessed wrong, Grandmaster Bosley,” Brendel said.

Mordenkainen closed the door behind him, while the mysterious guest tugged off its robe to revealed a feather dress covering over its wrinkled skin.

Tagiv bowed deeply to Brendel.

“A Subterrane Dweller?” Bosley was stunned for a moment before he spoke with a shocked voice: “Wait, my lord, do you mean—”

His mind spun quickly. Humans would not be able to use the armor at all, but it was a perfect fit for these underground creatures.

“When did you enter into an alliance with the Subterrane Dwellers?”

“Didn’t we fight alongside with them against Lord Macsen a while ago?”

If Brendel was rich enough to rival the entire kingdom’s revenue, he could still understand his action as a wasteful noble’s behavior, but it was clear that he was just a new lord who had trouble maintaining his own territory.

“The amount of metal spent to make these armor is almost all the available metal ores that Firburh has. I even refused to let my workers go out and assist in the city repairs because of this project. Even that little girl Amandina came to grumble about this issue more to me a few times !”

The more Bosley thought about it, the angrier he became. When he thought back at that moment when Brendel said he was supporting the princess…… he wanted to smash the armor on his head. If everyone around the princess was the same as this youth, then he suddenly doubted the future of this damned kingdom.

[Marsha above. A royal blacksmith getting fooled by an idiot! No, this will not do. If he doesn’t give me an explanation, I’ll show him my temper. And my temper is very bad!]

The old man glared at Brendel.

The youth did not change his expression, not even a little, though he was a little surprised at Bosley’s anger. However, he could not help but snicker at his last sentence.

“Really, Grandmaster Bosley, is there a need to be so angry?” He shook his head.

“You can even laugh at this point?! You better give me an explanation, damn it! Otherwise, I’ll definitely threaten you!”

“What sort of threat?” Brendel’s smile was befitting of his age. Innocent and sweet.

“I, I’ll go a strike!” Bosley stomped his foot.

“Okay, yes, please calm down a little. Grandmaster Bosley, you’re the head of the royal blacksmiths, can’t you tell if this suit of armor works on Tagiv?”

“It’s exactly because I’m the head blacksmith that I’m telling you this is an irresponsible act!” Bosley roared, but his eyes went to the armor on Tagiv’s body. He was quite familiar with the suits of armor because he made them with his own hands. Even with the first glance, he knew that Brendel’s design did not have any problems.

It only looked like the size was a little too big on the Subterrane Dweller.

But Tagiv did mention he was a Witch Doctor, which meant that the warriors of the Subterrane Dwellers would be bigger and stronger in size. The suits of armor should be a good fit for them. If there were Subterrane Dwellers with burlier sizes, he could simply craft a few sets suited for them.

Bosley’s fury was quickly replaced with surprise. Based on the designs that Brendel gave, it appeared like it had gone through at least several rounds of tests to make sure that the armor fit the Subterrane Dwellers’ physiology. Even he would not able to make a suit of armor perfectly for them the first time.

Was this youth a genius blacksmith?

But he could not believe this notion, and instead asked with a huff: “You’re not the one who came up with this thing, right?”

Brendel nodded. He was not shameless enough to steal someone else’s work: “It’s a friend of mine. He had studied the Subterrane Dwellers quite well.”

Aila somehow became his friend at that moment and it sneezed in the Underworld.

“At least that makes more sense. You better stop giving me this kind of surprises in the future. Leave your stunts to people of your age instead. My old heart can’t take this sort of torture.” Bosley stopped pursuing this issue when Brendel satisfied his suspicions.

“Really, you’re exaggerating, why would I do this on purpose? You’re my greatest asset in this territory.” Brendel said with a grin.

“I’m just working for you temporarily.” The old blacksmith reminded him with a mutter, but Brendel’s pandering made him feel pleased.

Brendel merely rubbed his forehead at his response: “Well, how about it Tagiv, are you willing to accept this gift?”

Tagiv hesitated. Its hands were going through every nook and cranny of the armor as Brendel and Bosley spoke to each other. It had practically confirmed that the armor was indeed made for them.

It was quite tempting, but there were no free meals in this world after all. Tagiv finally asked: “What are….. the conditions?”

Brendel nodded as he was greatly satisfied with Tagiv’s answer. It was obvious that he could not just give away five hundred suits of armor. While they were considered to be allies, this ‘gift’ was not really a gift.

“The conditions are simple,” Brendel said, then went beside Tagiv and whispered into its ears.

Tagiv paused momentarily and went into another bout of hesitation, but it finally nodded.

“It’s a…… deal.”