The Mark Blacksmith Guild, even in Helveti, the capital of Rezlan, is one of the most numerous blacksmith Guilds. The entire blacksmith Guild consists of six blacksmith shops. In addition to the three blacksmith shops in Helveti, the remaining three blacksmith shops are distributed in the surrounding towns.

The Mark Blacksmith Guild has a relatively independent source of ore imports, mainly responsible for creating various mercenary weapons.

Rezlan's mercenary weapons are famous all over the world, but they do not rely on creating any magical weapons or rune weapons to win. In fact, Rezlan has never had the ability to forge elves magic weapons and dwarf rune weapons. Krezlan's fist products aim at the mid- and low-end markets. Rezlan's knight sword, Rezlan's sabre, and Rezlan's spear are loved by mid- and low-end adventurers. Their low-priced, durable and durable characteristics are essential for many mercenaries who sleep in the open to adventure.

Sid, who looked very bad, was calm and filled with cold sweat, climbed over the wall from an inconspicuous low wall and fell into the blacksmith shop.

I quickly walked through a short open space to the next door. I saw a blacksmith master teaching the apprentice to build the Rizlan Sword. A large stove was placed in the middle of the room, that is, the oven was drying. A bellows were installed beside the stove, and the wind was pulled into the stove, and the flames in the furnace rushed straight.

The iron tools that were to be forged were first burned red in the stove, and then the blacksmith moved the red-hot iron tools to the large anvil. The apprentice forged them with a sledgehammer. A middle-aged man wearing a simple burlap jacket and blacksmith's pants, with a sallow skin and brown gray eyes stood by and watched, whispering from time to time, seeing the familiar silver hair wet by sweat, the middle-aged man said half-jokingly: "Sid? Your customized chain armor materials have not arrived yet!"

"Old Ma!" The beautiful boy didn't say nonsense: "Save me!"

The face of the middle-aged man changed. He gave a few instructions to the blacksmith master, and immediately signaled to Sid to follow him: "What's wrong? What's going on?"

"I'm in trouble, Lao Ma." Sid quickly said to the middle-aged man: "Can you hide here for a few days?"

"Of course." The middle-aged man nodded immediately. The two walked through the corridor and came to a warehouse. The middle-aged man came to the depths of the warehouse and opened a stone-paved floor. Below was a cellar.

This cellar is located directly below the street location of the Mark Blacksmith shop. It contains some very simple living furniture, a bed, table, chairs, cabinets, two buckets of water next to it, and a kerosene lamp hanging on the wall. There is a faint musty smell in the cellar.

The middle-aged man opened the vent, and the air with a slight smell of blacksmith shop stove outside was sent in. The faint light shone into the cellar. He signaled Sid to sit down first and pull a chair by himself: "What's going on?"

"I might be wanted." Sid sighed helplessly.

"What? How could it be? As long as people like you are not a big deal, who would want you?" The middle-aged man was even more confused.

Old horses are not old.

This middle-aged man is named Mark Schmidt, who is the big boss of the Mark Schmidt Blacksmith Guild. Although he is only in his early thirties this year, Mark Schmidt likes to fiddle with his qualifications to start smelting iron at the age of five or six, telling others that he has rich social experience. Therefore, he always likes to call himself "Old Mark", and Sid simply doesn't even want to call him "Old Mar". Old Mark easily accepted this nickname and soon began to call himself "Old Mar".

Sid and Lao Ma met five years ago. Sid, who was twelve years old at the time, came to Rezlan to make a living as a mercenary, but to be a mercenary, you need at least a standard outfit. You can't wear linen clothes and hold a wooden stick to fight, right?

The 12-year-old Sid happened to come to the Mark Blacksmith shop. He was short of money at the time and only planned to buy a short sword. As the big boss, Lao Mark happened to see Sid's embarrassment. Not only did Lao Ma not charge him money, he also gave him a set of leather armor, a belt and a pair of durable leather boots, and introduced him to the Mercenary Guild as a local. Since then, even if the two met, Sid would definitely look for Lao Ma as long as he built equipment. Lao Ma seemed to attach great importance to and care about this young man. When both sides were not familiar with him, he showed great enthusiasm.

In fact, it can be seen from Lao Ma's surname Schmidt (Schmidt, meaning blacksmith) that Lao Ma belonged to the third-class citizen Sives class in the Holy Empire. However, Sives was very lucky. Not only did he inherit the entire blacksmith guild of the family at a young age, he also married the daughter of a second-class nobleman Iquith!

This is a very rare thing in the Holy Empire. Although this is just a vassal of the Holy Empire, the "Falcon Book" has gradually relaxed due to the long time. This typical "reverse marriage" is really rare.

Normally, men with only higher surnames can marry women with lower surnames, which is called straight marriage. Men with lower surnames marry women with higher surnames are called reverse marriage.

The Falcon Book stipulates that marriage is allowed by conditions, while reverse marriage is absolutely not allowed.

The power of bloodline is not as strong as before.

The original death rules have gradually relaxed, but Lao Ma can still be regarded as a winner in the absolute sense of life.

The winner of life encounters a problem. At the wedding, the man needs a "heavyweight" aristocratic guest to be on the stage, otherwise he will lose face, which means that this rebellious marriage was not recognized by the nobles at all.

But the reverse marriage itself is not very glorious. No matter how much money Lao Ma takes out, no one is willing to come.

Lao Ma thought of Sid. From the appearance of Sid, he looked at the descendants of the first purebred Holy Falcon Emperor, so he must be a bloody falconer with bloodlines. He is an absolute nobleman, but he just lacks an official certification.

Sid really doesn't care about these things. In his opinion, Lao Ma has helped him before, so it's his turn to help Lao Ma.

The wedding went smoothly, and Lao Ma became good friends because he invited a Nobli boy to fight for the team.

Sid didn't know how to tell Lao Ma this. He needs Lao Ma's protection now and doesn't want to drag Lao Ma into the water. After thinking about it, he could only say, "I've killed someone."

"Killing someone? What a big deal!" Lao Ma slapped his thigh and said disdainfully, as if he was being made a bad joke, a little annoyed: "Did you kill Severus?"

"Yes." Sid looked at Hoffman's inexplicable resurrection, feeling lingering fear.

"The Falcon Book stipulates that if Iquis accidentally killed Sives, he will be fined 100 Jinaiju, and he will be employed for two years of labor." Lao Ma said indifferently: "The Book also stipulates that those who are above the third level and above can pay an additional fine for bail if they violate the law, and those who are above the hero level and above the legend level can be halved, and those who are above the legend level can... This is simple, I will pay you money now!"

"Wait!" Sid quickly stopped Lao Ma. He really didn't know what to say. After thinking for a few seconds, Sid said to Lao Ma: "No matter what, I need you to help me two times."

"Though said that." Lao Ma stood up straight with great courage, put his hands on his hips.

"One, send an apprentice to Sir Hoffman's house on Baden Avenue to sell some good things. Sir Hoffman refused. He went to Mrs Hoffman when he was there. And remember to emphasize whether you buy or not, you will give you a pint of honey after listening to the whole content. Mrs Hoffman will definitely agree to finish it." Sid took out five silver shillings from the purse behind him: "Let the apprentice focus on observing Sir Hoffman and his house decoration, especially whether the sofa chair in the living room is broken. When I come back, I will hear all the details!"

"No problem!" Lao Ma waved his hand and told him not to need the protagonist's money: "I have honey, what else?"

"Second, find an irrelevant person, go to the Mercenary Guild, and pay to ask Mr. Weber there." Sid gradually calmed down at this time: "When the other party has been confirmed to die, the throat is cut off and the heart is damaged and the heart stops beating, what are the conditions that can make people resurrect from the dead?"

"Resurrection from the dead?" Lao Ma hesitated now. He looked at Sid and opened his mouth: "Do you need me to notify the Church of the God of the Underworld?"

"It's not that I have become a dead soul, but that I really resurrected from the dead!" Sid emphasized: "How could I not distinguish between the dead soul and the living person."

"I know, just stay here and wait for my news." Lao Ma stood up and patted Sid on the shoulder: "Good heart, I am familiar with the circuit judge Mr. Richard. At worst, I will ask Roger to punish you. The little humble ball will serve a few years of labor and will help him exercise his bad hands and feet. At that time, I will tell him to wait for him to do it for a few years. I will hand over all the farm tools forging in Solei to ensure that he is willing to help you..."

Sid smiled now: "Roger? I remember he is only 13 years old!"

"Who told him not to work hard? My blacksmith shop is not Melitay's orphanage! There is no waste or idle people here." Lao Ma said casually: "It's true that you can complain all day long, either complaining about the poor food or complaining that the iron that is too tired after twelve hours a day, and you are so young and have no motivation to be a qualified blacksmith apprentice? How can you manage so many blacksmith shops like me if you don't work hard? "

"What about you? Did you work hard when you were 13?" Sid smiled.

"Nonsense, of course!" Lao Ma seemed to be the most unbearable to the struggle of being questioned. He immediately said: "If I don't work hard, can I inherit my parents' blacksmith guild? I even expanded the business of our Mark Blacksmith guild to Solei. If I don't work hard, can I marry an Iquith wife? If I don't work hard..."

"Okay~Okay~" Sid immediately asked him to stop: "Please, Lao Ma, please."

"Wait for my good news!"

As soon as Lao Ma left, Sid's face immediately became gloomy.

He was 100% sure that Hoffman was really dead at that time. A person who had a cut trachea pierced his heart and was burned by salamander gland fluid along the throat and burned his mouth and esophagus and even the entire chest cavity was really unreasonable. Even at the hero level, he would definitely die like this! Not to mention that Hoffman only has the strength of the cornerstone level.

So what exactly is the Hoffman I saw?

If Hoffman was still alive, then he would definitely report my whereabouts to his superiors, and I would be in big trouble.

Sid sat on the bed, and the beautiful boy slowly closed his eyes. It was useless to be anxious. This was the experience of a senior coder of a large factory who was laid off at the age of 35 in his previous life. When he traveled to this world, it was difficult for him to have anything to surprise him again.

All we have to do now is wait and have hope!

As the sun was setting in the west, a chill gradually rose in the empty basement. Sid sat cross-legged on the bed, closing his eyes to rest.

The time to wait is always difficult. In many cases, the most uncomfortable thing in life is not the days after failure, but the days when you worry about your failure. The fear of the unknown is the most tormenting. And often, the more you are afraid of what will happen, the more you worry about what will happen.

Gradually, cold replaced warmth, humidity replaced dryness, the sun left and the night came.

The nights in Rizlan are always very cold. The altitude is high, it is very hot during the day and very cold at night.

Sid also lost the concept of time.

I don’t know how long it took, but finally, he heard footsteps. Lao Ma was carrying a kerosene lamp in his hand and wrapped a few butter breads with bacon in an oil cloth bag in his other hand, and walked down from it: “Sid.”

"How is it?" Sid didn't have any appetite at this time.

"Everything is OK."

According to Sid's instructions, Lao Ma arranged a smart apprentice to go to Sir Hoffman's house. As Sid designed, Sir Hoffman refused the apprentice's promotion a bit roughly, but when Mrs. Hoffman heard that she had sent honey, she would let the apprentice finish everything, and the apprentice successfully entered the home.

Except for Sir Hoffman who was more irritable, everything was so normal, with no blood, no conflict, and no corpses, only a family of four.

"Where is the sofa?" Sid frowned even more.

"A very beautiful sofa chair, it looks exquisitely crafted and expensive." Lao Ma touched Sid's shoulder with his elbow and smiled wickedly: "Why are you eyeing the Jazz thing?"

"That sofa is not damaged or destroyed?"

"No, the apprentice said that it was a normal and beautiful sofa chair." Lao Ma shrugged: "If you like it, I'll ask someone to customize one for you?"

Evil!

It's so weird!

Sid didn't want to drag Old Ma into the water, and he immediately asked the second thing: "Where is Mr. Weber?"

"Mr. Webber said that if a person succeeds in resurrecting his death after confirming that his body was killed and his body was damaged seriously, there are roughly three possibilities."

"One, this man has arrived at the legendary destiny, he..."

"Impossible, next one." Sid waved his hand. Hoffman was the destiny level and he had not even had ashes left.

There are not many powerful people with destiny level strength in the entire Rezlan Kingdom. If Hoffman had destiny level strength, he should be presented as a treasure now and served as the highest tutor or the judge of the church in the Imperial Knights Order, how could he send Rezlan?

"Two, this person is a legendary and above Seven Shield Alliance inner ring wizard, and he has a spare body..."

"Next." Sid shook his head repeatedly. Legendary wizards are more precious things in the Holy Empire, because most wizards will think about how to run to the Seven-Shield Alliance as long as they increase their strength. Those who stay in the empire are simply national treasures and will not easily leave the capital.

"Three, before the soul of this person has dissipated, an angel used the advanced resurrection technique on him..."

Sid narrowed his eyes slightly, and the conclusion was exactly the same as he had imagined.
Chapter completed!