Ifu put the blade of the sword on Woodrow's neck, and there was no big artery very fragile. As long as the sharp blade was pulled slightly, Woodrow would splatter blood on the spot, but the quasi-knight did not show any fear on his face, as if the iron sword was not placed on his neck, but just a knitted towel given to him by the mistress.

"This trick is good. I heard that the Wendell family is a knight family with a long history. Today I can see this exquisite sword technique without regrets." Woodrow praised sincerely, and the others grew up nervously. Although it was a competition, any casualties in any competition were legal. Monk Robert's lips were blue. Woodrow was the most powerful knight in his family. If he died here, it would be a heavy blow to his family. This ending made him regret it.

"Your skills are also very exquisite. The use of this double sword is something I cannot master." Ifu smiled and took the sword off Woodrow's neck. He took the sword back into his scabbard to show kindness. The people around him breathed a sigh of relief and cheered for the demeanor between the two knights. Today's competition between the two will be spread throughout the world through the mouths of everyone.

"Thank you, Lord Yifu. As the price for saving my life, please accept my sword. It was carefully forged by Milan craftsmen." Woodrow held the long sword in his hand in his hand and presented it to Yifu with both hands. Yifu politely accepted the sword, and then looked at Arude. Arude did not understand what it meant at first, but later Arude actually gave this balanced sword to Arude. Although his attitude was still so arrogant, it can be seen that he hoped Arude would inherit the brave style of the family.

"I propose to cheer for the wonderful competitions of the two heroic knights." The dean of Hof Hannis was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth. He stood up and picked up the wine glass and drank it all. The inferior ale was sweet in his mouth as if it was a good wine produced in Burgundy. Everyone responded with a loud response and the banquet became enthusiastic. Some monks talked about the pottery displayed by Mrs. Eva, and it seemed that this was a monk who managed the vessels in the monastery.

"His honorable dean, this is your little nephew, my second son Arod." He was pleased by the dean of Hof Hannis, Sir Wendell asked Arod to come forward and introduced him.

"Oh?" Principal Hoff Hannis looked at the slightly shy Aruod in front of him. This was in sharp contrast with the big and thick Ifu, so his eyes were full of doubts, as if he was saying that this was from the Wende family?

"Although Arod does not have the courage of Ifu, this child has a talent that no one can match. Arod will show it to your beloved uncle." Sir Wendell was full of confidence in Arod. He gestured with his right hand, but the dean of Hof Hannis seemed to have no understanding, so Sir Wendell looked at Arod and said.

Arod looked at the Abbey of Hof Hannis in front of him nervously. This monastery with high prestige in this area, even without saying a word, he carried the majesty of a superior. Arod had never dealt with his leader in his previous life, and felt even more stressful and sad. However, at this time he saw Mrs. Eva's concerned gaze and Sir Wendell's expectant look. Even Ifu, who was chatting with Woodrow and drinking, looked at this side indifferently. Arod suddenly had an idea and suddenly had an idea in his heart.

"Dear uncle, the dean of the Monastery of Saint Fonso, I have a small invention that can bring convenience to your transportation." According to the etiquette of the nobles, his mother, Mrs. Beloved, had already carefully taught this, bent down and put her right hand on the heart.

"Oh?" Hoff Hannis leaned back comfortably, shaking the wine glass in his hand gently, and looking at his little nephew with an interesting look. He knew that the Wendell family knights emerged, but an inventor was really a new alien.

"Yes, noble dean." Aruod slowed down, and he swallowed his saliva and moistened his dry throat, and continued, "Your carriage, sir."

"What's wrong with my carriage?" Ancestor Hof Hannis felt a little confused. Carriages are very common in this era and anyone with a certain identity will have them. However, from the perspective of Arod, who came from the 21st century, their carriages were really simple and messy, but were framed on four wooden wheels with wood frames. The wheels were not the kind of wheels with car spokes in China, but were made of a whole piece of wood, which caused the greatest pain to the passengers on the muddy road itself.

"I can make your carriage more comfortable." Arod suggested to Hof Hannis.

"What would you do?" This made Hof Hannis a little curious. As a nobleman, although he could not advocate pleasure due to his identity, who would be willing to endure hardships? This era has not yet undergone the late religious reforms, and the pleasures of religious people even surpass those of secular aristocrats.

"It's this thing, I just need to add this little thing to your carriage." Aruod took out a small spring from his arms. The material of the spring was a wire he picked up in the family's arsenal. This might be the part of a weapon armor that fell off. He originally wanted to use this spring on other weapons, such as a serial crossbow, but now he has to use it for his own use.

"What's the use of this?" Hoff Hannis reached out and held the small spring made by Arod in his hand. He pinched it with his thumb and index finger. When it was loosened, the ordinary wire would rebound. What's the purpose of this thing?

"If many of these springs are installed under the carriage seat, it will reduce the vibrations that the people in the car will feel, and those sitting inside will not feel the pain of the journey." Arod explained to Hof Hannis.

"Sit on this?" Hoff Hannis looked at the small spring in his hand. He didn't understand how he could sit on this? But the faint pain in his butt made him think that if it really worked, he wouldn't be complaining about the journey.

"Uncle Hoff Hannis, if you allow, I can install this comfortable gadget for your carriage." Arod bowed to Hoff Hannis again and suggested.

"Well, my nephew is full of fantasy ideas, I agree to you to modify my carriage." Hoff Hannis would not have swept Sir Wendell's face. Even if it was an unreliable idea, as long as it was proposed by the children of the Wendell family, it would be okay to agree.

"Thank you, sir." Aruod was very happy that his suggestion could be accepted by a big man. He understood that his task had been completed, so he retreated into the crowd at the banquet.

When the banquet ended, it was already dawn. Except for a few drunkards in the hall, others were already arranged in the guest rooms. Of course, they were guests with more noble identities. Ordinary guests and servants would be arranged in stables or thatched huts where servants lived.

The next morning, Arod brought some iron wire springs provided by the Dean of Hof Hannis early, and together with the servants of the Dean of Hof Hannis, removed the seats on the carriage, and fixed the springs one by one with iron nails to the lower panel, then covered the panels of the people sitting on the top, and nailed them firmly with wooden boards. Arod was still not satisfied with his work. It would be more comfortable to install thick wool on this hard panel, but this should be enough for these medieval nobles to enjoy.

"Oh my God, it's so great." Hof Hannis sat in the carriage and walked around the country trail staggeringly. The spring reduced the vibration of the carriage under his butt to a minimum. In the past, sitting on it was like sitting on a torture frame, which was also the reason why Hof Hannis was unwilling to go far, but now it was simply a pleasure. He couldn't help but praise him unconsciously. When he returned to the lord's house, he couldn't help but feel happy.

"Are you satisfied?" Sir Wendell asked with some concern, but he felt relieved when he saw the smile of the dean.

"Satisfied?" President Hoff Hannis looked at the Jazz strangely, then suddenly hugged his close relative and said loudly, "The word satisfaction cannot describe my mood at this moment. Your son is simply a master."

"Is it true that you are satisfied is our greatest expectation." Sir Wendell said modestly.

The Wendell family was appropriate to treat the dean of Hof Hannis. The monastery was very happy to prepare for the blessings of the nobles and soldiers who went on the expedition. Some precious ritual vessels were even prepared by the monastery himself. When the men of the Wendell family and the recruited soldiers knelt in front of the altar, burning expensive frankincense and swayed, the solemn monks chanted around in a low voice. Hof Hannis, wearing ritual costumes, sprinkled the holy water on everyone. The farmers were shocked by this scene. They were convinced that they had been blessed by the Lord. Even if they died immediately, the souls on the battlefield would rise to heaven and enjoy the gospel of heaven forever. This was the effect that Sir Wendell tried every means to achieve. The Jazz's face showed a satisfied smile.
Chapter completed!