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After talking to the prisoner, Schwab felt a little uneasy. His opponent's strength was far more powerful than him. Schwab was originally a little too optimistic about the form, so he couldn't bear to see if he could think of other ideas to deal with the robbers. Marty's blacksmith shop was in the village outside the castle. Schwab rode a horse, with a whole piece of breastplate with bright surfaces hanging on his chest. The barrel-type helmet on his head was replaced by him.

The flat-top helmet, the decorations on the top of the helmet were three red, white and blue feathers, but Chen Shiwab felt that it looked like a long distance, like a shiny bird, so he ordered the dwarf Rude to remove it, but he didn't expect that the dwarf Rude had replaced Schwab with a sculpture of a white swan. Schwab was amused and crying at the helmet, but the dwarf Rude cried and made a fuss and was reluctant to take it off. It is said that this was the symbol of his ancestors, and Schwab had no choice but to set off with the white swan on his head.

Schwab rode a horse and walked on this muddy path. The short man Rued ran and followed closely behind the horse. The road was in very bad condition. The black soil was raised high by the horse's hooves. The soil was raised on the face of the short man Rued. He turned his head and spitted non-stop. Schwab saw a building that seemed to have been burned at the entrance of the countryside. The thick stones were built into a cylindrical foundation. Half of the wood was destroyed, revealing a charred fault. The hollow part in the middle was like a man opening his mouth helplessly and looking up at the sky. On the ground in front was a pile of wooden frames that looked like a fan blade. Schwab suddenly remembered that this was a burnt windmill mill, and was it harassed by robbers.

"Where is Marty?" Schwab rode into the village on his horse. Several thatched huts scattered into this small countryside. In front and next to the thatched huts, the hard-working villagers circled the land with wooden fences, planted some crops. Those who worked in the fields were peasant women in thick clothes. Schwab asked one of them. She looked at Schwab woodenly, then pointed to one of the huts with black smoke from the chimney. Chen Jun nodded and drove his horse to the hut. When Schwab heard a long distance, he heard a jingle sound.

"Hello, Marty." Schwab saw a straw shed on the right side of the house. Marty was placing a piece of red iron on the iron felt repeatedly. Two slightly thin boys were blowing the red stove with a sharp-mouthed skin to ensure the temperature in the stove.

"Hello lord." Marty clamped the iron block with iron tongs and put it in a bucket of water next to her. The cold water squeaked with the rising of water vapor. She took off the leather apron and walked out. Schwab quickly got off the horse, and the dwarf Rud was waiting aside with the horse.

Marty's face was flushed and her forehead was covered with sweat. Schwab looked at her well-proportioned arms and could not imagine how a girl could be with these iron blocks all day long. In the 21st century, girls like this age should be shopping and dating with friends all day without worry.

"I'll see how those weapons are doing."

"Of course, I have never seen the design you gave me. How did you come up with it?" Marty took Schwab into the blacksmith shop. In a corner of the blacksmith shop, Schwab saw a finished weapon he designed. The iron black cross spear tip was narrow in front of the middle, and a bloodletting groove was added in the middle. The shiny gun tip was like a warrior waiting quietly to leave. Schwab picked up the cross spear tip and tried the sharpness with his fingers. It felt very good. Marty's cold forging method made the gun tip solid and sharp.

"I've shot this kind of gun head before, but what I don't understand is why I have to add a horizontal part to the tail."

"That's right. I've seen someone stabbing a snatch into a person's body before but losing his life because he couldn't pull it out. So adding this horizontal part can prevent the gun from going too deep."

"Is the same thing true in the middle groove?" Marty asked curiously.

"Yes." Of course Schwab was just talking nonsense, these were just what I saw on some websites before.

"It looks like you are a battle-hardened knight."

"That's right. By the way, how is the gun handle made?"

"Well, I'm short of staff, and the length you're asking for is too long. I've never heard of the 10-foot gun handle." Marty frowned, thinking in her mind how to swing such a long spear.

"You don't have to worry about this, so I saw many women in the village who asked them to help. Every time I made a gun handle, I would get food as a reward, and I would have someone send some solid wood as material." Schwab said.

"This is a good thing. No crops can grow in the field, and the mills in the village have been burned. The wheat I saved in the past cannot be ground into flour will become moldy. But Sir, there is not enough food in your castle." Marty asked a little worriedly.

"It's okay, I will think of a solution." Schwab felt aroused in his heart. It seemed that someone was still concerned about this strange place. He could only buy food from the merchants to solve these things. There was no way before, but now the ransom of two knights can still last for a while.

"By the way, Lord, the hat looks very beautiful." Marty smiled and said to Schwab's head. Schwab's face turned red, thinking that his hat was so slim. A bird squatting on his head was even more colorful than the original ostrich feathers.

"Well, there is no way this is a tradition." The white swan is the family logo of Rud von Schwab, possessed by Schwab. It is the tradition of the knights to wear the family or its own logo on the helmet, and this tradition is stipulated by the Knights' Court and the Heraldry Association. According to the online information Schwab had seen before, there is another saying that the knights' helmets cover their faces when fighting, and the commander can only use the various logos on the knights' heads to tell who is bravely fighting and who is cheating.

"By the way, I'll invite you to the castle for dinner tonight." Thinking of Marty's help to Schwab these days, he thought he should treat her to a meal according to the Chinese habits.

"Sir, are you inviting me?" Marty asked a little surprised.

"Of course, you helped me a lot of work, so it's time to invite you to a meal."

"But, I'm just a civilian."

"You are my friend." Schwab had no idea about the class division in the medieval times. The gap between common people and nobles had no meaning to Schwab. As long as those who helped him were his friends, no matter whether he was a noble or a civilian.

"My master, please pity us, let our husbands go home with mercy!" Schwab was about to say goodbye to Marty, and when he returned to the castle, a group of peasant women surrounded him. The women shouted loudly and surrounded Schwab. The short man Rud quickly pulled out his short knife to guard Schwab.

"Sir, please don't worry, they are just worried about their husbands." Marty was worried about an accident and quickly explained to Schwab.

"What's wrong with them?"

"They are the wives of those farmers you brought to the castle."

"Oh, I get it." Schwab remembered that the farmers who were still trained in the castle were tasked with running around the castle to exercise their physical fitness today, but other people who had never seen this future exercise method seemed to think Schwab was torture them. "Don't worry, your husbands are very good. They are just training. When they finish training, they can serve me, and you will also be rewarded."

"Is this true? My master." Although Schwab's words did not relieve their doubts, they no longer blocked his way.

Not only were the farmers thin and had pale faces and thin skin, but they had no idea about the left and right sides of the queue. Schwab can only start from the basics, ordering them to run around the castle every day, and how to arrange the queues to distinguish left and right sides. At first, the farmers looked confused, but they could get used to it slowly. In the past, the farmers could go home to rest and have dinner after training every day, but Schwab found that the next day, they would completely forget what they had taught the previous day. So Schwab asked Bald Otto to free up an empty warehouse and let the farmers live in, and they didn't have to go home to eat, and eat directly with the guards. Although the food expenses became more expensive, this helped the farmers' sense of group cooperation. Although Bald Otto and the guards were a little dissatisfied, they could only swallow their anger under Schwab's high pressure.

"Oh, thank God for bringing us a kind monarch, who gave us food to free us from hungry life." Before he could return to the castle, Schwab heard the singing in the castle. It was the farmers who were having lunch. Life in the castle was as dreaming for them. Although the daily training was very hard, it was nothing compared to the hard work of life before. Moreover, the sufficient food every day was not only delicious but also sufficient. The happy farmers couldn't help but sing.

Listening to the singing, Schwab seemed to see a growing army of his own. Although they are still farmers who don’t know anything, Schwab is confident to temper it into an invincible legion.

"My lord, there is a businessman named Rupert asking for a visit." Schwab had just gotten off his horse, and Old Laugh came up to Schwab and said.

"Businessman? That's really great. Are you here to do business? Call him here." Schwab threw the reins to the dwarf Rud, looking at the short man not far away. There was a bakery in the past, but now it has become Schwab's papermaking workshop. There are many wooden frames made of wooden strips outside the papermaking workshop, and on the wooden frame are freshly formed pulp. The workers were very serious about drying the pulp. Lao Lauke followed Schwab's gaze and looked at the paper that was about to be formed. His eyes were full of curiosity and admiration. Lao Lauke, who had been a copywriter, knew very well how to make parchment papers, but the aristocratic papermaking technique was completely different from parchment. Although those papers were much thinner than parchment, the raw materials used were very cheap. I just didn't know how the writing was after forming. It was amazing.
Chapter completed!