"Yes." Keane nodded.

Robbins joined the army with Old Bru many years ago, and they were brothers in the same squad. Old Bru fought fiercely on the battlefield, while Robbins was calm and enterprising.

Seeing this familiar long sword, Robbins with a tendon, standing there, seemed to be recalling the glorious years of the past.

Robbins didn't say anything, and Keane didn't move. In terms of seniority, Robbins was his uncle. Although he was already an adult, Keane still took the attitude of his juniors.

Half a minute later, Robbins woke up from his memory, took the long sword in Keane's hand, and said, "This sword is not heavy, it's a pity to blend the farm tools. It can only be sold to those adventurers in the past."

Keane didn't say anything, listening respectfully, he knew that Uncle Robbins would not cheat him, he was an elder who had a lifelong friendship with Old Bru.

"The new king, this year, has issued an iron limit order. The price of iron ore has increased a lot. Your sword can sell a lot of money, but it is not much more. You must be mentally prepared." Robbins said. "Six Silver Derrells, this is the limit I gave."

Keane heard it and grinned, "Too many, Uncle Robbins, you don't have to..."

Robbins waved his hand and interrupted Keane's words, "I've been working on iron for so many years and can't do business at a loss, don't worry."

I remember Uncle Robbins's goodness in my heart. Keane thought that when he came to town next time, he would bring some specialties from home to Uncle Robbins.

Keane's original idea was to sell five silver derrells to the extreme. Uncle Robbins was definitely doing a loss-making business.

If you haven't been to the battlefield, you don't know how heavy the friendship between your comrades is. The hardships of life have made all the civilians in Xiaka Town busy making a living. Even during festivals, they rarely go around with each other.

Only at the annual Beer Festival, Xiaka Town and people from the surrounding six villages will come together to wish this grand event.

It was also at that time of year that Keane needed to carry Old Bru home the next morning.

People in their thirties and forties are almost buried. When they drink wine, they are exactly the same as when they joined the army. Hundreds of old men gather together to drink one-third of the beer festival wine.

Keane actually doesn't understand this so-called comrade-in-arms. Now Foster is in a prosperous state and national stability. There is no need for extra young and middle-aged people to enlist in the army. Keane has no chance to experience his father's original life.

"What else is needed, just say it in one go." Robbins said to Keane. He didn't believe that Old Bru would sell his sword without warning.

"A silver ring doesn't need to be too heavy, just look good." Keane said with a red face.

Robbins looked at Keane thoughtfully, "You can hold these two silver dellers, and the cost of creating a ring is enough." He turned around and took two silver dellers into the house. Robbins photographed Keane in his hand.

"Get it later in a week." After saying that, Robbins returned to the iron room.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!" A rhythmic voice came out again, accompanied by a rough roar from Robbins. "Treat your wife, and the broken leg that usually makes Old Bru move!"

The words were very rough, but Keane felt very warm when he heard it, and thanked Uncle Robbins in the blacksmith shop again before leaving the place.

In the blacksmith shop, the heavy hammer hitting the iron block slowly stopped. Robbins suddenly missed his son who was a tailor apprentice in the Baron City.

"Let's go see him in a while. I've been married for two years and haven't given birth to a grandson for me. I'm not as good as the old Bru family's cub." Robbins thought so.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!" The knock sounded again.

Different people have different ways of living. For ordinary people living in the countryside, farming every day and eating coarse grains that can fill their stomachs means that they may live their lives for the rest of their lives.

Maybe there will be ideals. The country people don’t understand what ideals are. Ideal means hope. Keen’s current hope is to buy new cloth and silver rings for his wife. Old Blu’s hope is to see his grandson grow up alive.

The people in the city also have the way of living. Today, everyone in the city of Flor, the capital of Fostertan, is very happy.

Their wise and great king promulgated a national decree yesterday morning: to reduce taxes in the second half of this year and next year 30%.

The tax revenue is quite high. For residents of the capital, they just pay a few less silver delle a year. For rural farmers, they can eat more than a dozen more bread meals outside of holidays.

People in Flor City like to ask about gossip. Why did the king issue this order? It was because His Majesty's personal sister returned to the country. The king was overjoyed and promulgated this decree.

All the Fosters who knew the whole story were delighted by the princess’ return.

During the day of national celebration, Angelina, as the party involved, did not feel happy at all.

On the contrary, since returning to Flor City yesterday morning, he has locked himself in the house. Anyone with a discerning eye can see Angelina's sadness.

Locke has been persuaded many times, but Angelina didn't say anything, just hugged Locke and cried. What Locke could do was to stay with her since yesterday morning.

"Oh!" King Kensel, who was wearing a gorgeous costume, sighed outside the princess's bedroom.

It was a happy day for my sister to come back, but she was so sad when she heard that her father passed away last year that Kensell himself missed others and missed the old king who was strict and silently dedicated to him.

"Your Majesty, the ministers and nobles are waiting in the side hall." A servant walked to Kensell and whispered.

Adjust your emotions and Kensel's expression returned to calm, "Well, let's go there now."

The high-level attendants who had been out of the kingdom for many years and returned to the first-class knights of the two marquis families. Some of the pillars of the family fell in the plane war, while others had greatly improved their strength and brought back various precious materials. The small king capital began to surging undercurrents, and Fostertan was not as calm as he looked on.

Kensell, who had succeeded to the throne for one year, had just consolidated his royal power and faced a major challenge.

"Call the kitchen to prepare food for the princess and Knight Rock, and then send it in." Although he had already walked away, Kensell's words still echoed in this bedroom.

The maids who had just entered the palace in the past two years realized that His Majesty Kensel was indeed as concerned about his sister as rumored.

There was a noisy noise in the side hall. Before we could get close, Kensell's head hurt.

The king is indeed not that easy to be a king. It is much more difficult than leading troops to fight. Kensell, who has been in succession for one year, has a deep understanding.

When he saw His Majesty the King come in, the voice in the side hall became a little weaker.

The reason for this is not because of their respect for the king, but because of fear.

When Kensel succeeded to the throne last year, several nobles and ministers were executed personally, and countless small families were involved in the destruction. The city of Flor lasted for a month and was filled with blood.
Chapter completed!