Broad World

In the early morning, when the first ray of sunlight breaks through the sky and brings light to the world again, most of the residents of Askatla have already woken up and started their day's work. The ethos of the capital of gold loathes laziness, especially the busy docks, where they stay awake for almost 24 hours, and a large number of poor civilians sell their physical strength here in exchange for rewards.

Of course, where there are benefits, there are shadow thieves. This is something that the whole of Amn knows. As the most important unloading place in the entire dock area, it is also controlled by the shadow thieves. Every coolie worker is controlled and managed by the guild. Don't even try to live here.

But all this has changed since Henry took over Maiwa's territory...

The entire ship berth and warehouse were divided into two, and a part continued to be directly under the jurisdiction of the bloodhead, abiding by the usual rules of the shadow thief, and continued to squeeze the poor workers. In another part, new rules have been implemented, and workers no longer need to turn in their income. In return, they must "disappear" for a few days each month to engage in illegal activities such as smuggling.

Obviously, this not only removes the heavy burden on the workers, but also transforms them into vested interest groups, making them change from hostility in the past to active cooperation now, and it didn’t take long for more than 70% of the coolies attracted.

At present, it can be seen from the number of goods being moved on the dock that the warehouse on the bloody side is not even half full, while the warehouse on Henry's side is already full, and there are even two new warehouses that are being expanded. With such a big gap, if the upper echelon hadn't been repeatedly told not to make trouble, blood would have flowed into rivers long ago.

As a well-known criminal organization on the west coast, the Shadow Thieves Guild did not gain its reputation today by just talking about it. It was established little by little in the underground war. Countless bodies thrown into the sea and rivers remind everyone of the fate of opposing them.

But this method of threats and intimidation is okay for ordinary people. Once the other party is too powerful, then the shadow thief will tend to negotiate and compromise. Bloodhead has never made any small moves since he read the report on the annihilation of vampires, and he also asked Akanis to warn all his subordinates that they are not allowed to make provocative actions, otherwise they will be dealt with seriously immediately. Few people paid a heavy price for this, such as the current manager of the dock area.

With the salty sea breeze blowing, Old Willie, who was in charge of the "business" of half of the berths, spat and cursed fiercely: "Bah! Damn it! If you keep doing this, our workers will run away in two months. It’s time. Maybe it’s time to do something about it and re-establish the reputation of our turf.”

"But...but the higher-ups issued a stern warning. If we start a fight in private, Arcanis will kill us." A big and round thug shrank his neck in fear.

As the most powerful legendary thief in Askatra, Arkanis deters everyone who dares to break the rules. Even the wildest guy would tremble involuntarily when he heard his name, for fear that he would be killed in some obscure corner if he was not careful.

"Idiot, I didn't say I wanted to fight those guys on the other side." The scar on Old Willy's face twitched, and a vicious look appeared in his eyes. "You said how about we threaten the families of those workers? As long as we deal with a few thorns severely, they will not dare to escape to the opposite side, so we don't have to worry about no one working."

The thug couldn't help trembling and reminded in a low voice: "Boss, I advise you not to do this. Those guys have recently joined an organization called "Mutual Aid Association". Grow and grow. One could cause big trouble."

"Mutual aid club? What the hell? A group of poor ghosts still want to turn the world upside down!" Old Willie gave a vicious look.

He didn't think that a group of poor ghosts who couldn't even afford weapons could have any power, so he ordered without hesitation: "Go and arrest the whole family of those workers who are planning to defect, and wait until dark Execute collectively in front of everyone, let everyone see the end of rebelling against us."

"Well, you are the boss and you have the final say, but don't blame me for not reminding you if something happens in the future." The five big and three thick thugs shrugged their shoulders, and led a dozen people directly away from the dock and walked towards the direction of the slums.

Henry, who was standing not far away, saw all this, and then showed a sneer. He muttered to himself: "Interesting, it seems that Nalia has made great progress, and she has already reached out to the Shadow Thief's territory. I really don't know whether to praise her for being brave or stupid. Forget it, I will go to the Shadow Thief later. Let the headquarters say hello to the bloody head, the province will not end in the end."

After speaking, he tightened his hood and walked directly towards Cromwell's blacksmith shop.

Henry knew very well that this was not just an indifferent fight for control of the pier. It is the status quo of the two major underground forces after the territory is divided. After Robert's rectification, although some petty theft and narcotics sales were stopped, the overall strength not only did not decline, but improved.

He can even imagine it. How sad is Bloodhead's life recently, if he doesn't introduce some profitable business to the other party. Then this ally is likely to be unable to hold on.

Cromwell's blacksmith shop is located on the easternmost side of the dock area, next to the smelly sea. It's hard to imagine that a well-known dwarf blacksmith would choose such a place to make his home. With his level of wealth, he could completely move into the most expensive administrative district or temple and enjoy a luxurious and comfortable life.

But this Cromwell has been living here for a long time, with the stove and the anvil as companions every day, and he doesn't feel dull and boring at all. Perhaps this is what people say persistence has nothing to do with character, with fame and fortune. For him, maybe blacksmithing is the happiest thing in his life.

You must know that most people will soon completely forget everything after gaining a lot of money, fame, and status, and they will fall into the world of materialistic desires and cannot extricate themselves. However, there is a small group of people who always keep their original dream in mind and put their lives into practice.

There is no doubt that such a spirit is worthy of respect, and if there is no accident, he will eventually become a master in a certain field. The dwarven blacksmith who lived here was obviously such a person.

Gently pushing the door open, Henry immediately felt the scorching air blowing towards his face. Cromwell was waving a hammer by the stove and beating a red sword blank. Judging from the length and shape, it should be a sword blank. long sword. After hearing footsteps, he continued to work while shouting: "If there is anything to fix, put it on the table, I'm busy now."

"Mithril, cold iron, the bones of hill trolls. Then tempered with the blood of the ancient red dragon and forged at low temperature... My God, you seem to be forging an incredible weapon." Henry sighed in surprise. Although he knew when he handed the dragon's blood to the dwarf in front of him that sooner or later the other party would forge a powerful weapon or armor, he never expected that the action would be so fast.

Judging from the looming magical fluctuations on the sword blank, it is definitely not a trivial matter. It has shown the characteristics of legendary items before it is completed, because a weak consciousness has formed in the sword body.

As we all know, most of the weapons and armor with level five enchantment or above will have a strange self-awareness, if they cannot be recognized by them. Then there is no way to exert the power of this weapon, what's more, you can't even touch it.

Of course, not all legendary items are so powerful from the beginning. Some have gone through one or more masters and killed powerful monsters and terrifying enemies, and some have been instilled with unparalleled power of faith, the most well-known of which is the holy avenger - "Cassomir".

This two-handed weapon that can only be used by paladins was originally just an ordinary iron sword held by an old paladin. Battle with six powerful and vicious minions of En. After several years of chasing, six powerful tyrants were finally beheaded one by one.

After completing his revenge, the old man in his seventies returned to the side of the princess, put the sword that had killed the tyrant on the ground, and said softly: "There are countless evils in the world, and they are not far from people's hearts... But as long as a person's heart is loyal and his path is upright, he can defeat all evil."

moment. This old sword that lost its luster exudes a strong light like the sun, and it looks brand new from the inside to the outside, and even the material has undergone an incredible change.

For justice, for commitment, for faith, and for salvation, an old man in his seventies crossed half of Faerun. Go to a strange plane, and use your own actions to prove that there is still axiom in this world. His mighty mind brought a worn iron sword back to life. From that moment on, the Holy Avenger, who made countless evils fearful, was born, and defeated countless terrifying evil forces in the following years.

Obviously, Cromwell also infused some of his beliefs into the weapon during the forging process. This is a kind of wholehearted devotion, and some casters are even willing to tear off part of their souls, in order to let their names be sung along with the weapons by the world.

After all, this is the highest honor for every blacksmith in Faerun, and even death cannot make them flinch.

After hearing Henry's voice, Cromwell immediately turned his head, a trace of surprise appeared on his tired face: "It's you! Damn it! Where have you been recently? I've been looking for you for a while."

"I went out to sea and took a stroll in the Underdark. I just came back last night. You are looking for me because you lacked some rare materials during forging, right?" Henry teased with a smile.

"Underground?" Cromwell's eyes lit up, staring straight at Henry's dimensional bag hanging on his belt. "You must have got a lot of good things! Take them out and have a look! Maybe I can use them."

As soon as the words fell, he stretched out his dirty hands and grabbed the dimensional bag. It looked like a person who was about to starve to death when he saw the food, and his eyes even glowed green.

Seeing this, Henry hurried back a few steps, stretched out his hands to block the dwarf, and shouted: "Stop! Don't get any closer! Don't be so anxious, relax, I'll take it out, but you have to keep your hands away Well, I don't want to get this robe dirty."

"Then what are you waiting for, take them out quickly, I can't wait to see those lovely ores and metals." Cromwell licked his lips excitedly while speaking. As a master blacksmith, there is nothing more exciting than various rare materials. (to be continued ~^~)