Chapter 120 “Beauty” Brenitas

Author: Leaning on the railing and letting the wind blow

Chapter 120 “Beauty” Brenitas

Storm's End is a huge tower.

After centuries of transformation over generations, the castle has strong defensive capabilities and a certain degree of life.

The stones on the inner walls of the castle are extremely smooth. As the Storm King's palace, its structure is similar to a small city rather than a simple war fortress.

The town outside the castle was full of soldiers and merchants, as well as farmers going to the market and smiling prostitutes.

Cole rode through the dirty and muddy streets, and pedestrians retreated and saluted.

There was a commotion, shouts, the rumble of carriages, and laughter.

Although Cole is not a hypocritical person, he also has the experience of not taking a shower for many years on the Great Wall.

But the environment in the town of Storm's End is really terrible.

The rotten black mud mixed with the stench of feces and urine. The early morning mist had just dissipated, but there was still a damp smell in the air.

Only a little bit of sunlight fell through the stratus clouds, and the horse's hooves sunk into the mud with a patter, kicking up lumps of black mud. Some of it splashed onto the horse's legs, and some of it splashed onto the cloak covering his pony tail.

He could tolerate all of this. The only thing that made Cole frown and feel annoyed was the dead rats lying on both sides of the road.

Although the cold weather and freezing ground in winter can reduce the activity of bacteria, such a bad environment can still leave a lot of hidden dangers.

It was not the time to consider these issues right now, so he could only turn his eyes away and simply be out of sight and out of mind.

After walking through several streets, when encountering a traffic jam, Camilo shouted at the top of his lungs: "Make way for the Lord of the City."

In front of a blacksmith's shop, he stopped his horse and got off.

Rakhi Shiv went out with his apprentice to greet him.

"I'm here to get the sword, Master Blacksmith." Cole dismounted sideways.

"Sir, please inform me and I will ask my apprentice to bring it to you. I dare not make you have to go through a long journey." He showed sincerity and fear.

"I happened to be passing by and stopped by."

"Lord City Lord, please follow me." He ordered an apprentice to get the sword.

There are various weapons and armors hung on both sides of the shelves of the blacksmith shop. Recently, many wandering riders and mercenaries have flocked here, and the blacksmith's business has become very prosperous.

Cole has not started recruiting yet, but if he wants to use troops against the Storm Land, he will still be happy to pay a sum of money to recruit these people.

The apprentice held the two swords in his arms.

The scabbard is made of plump, smooth and lustrous vegetable-tanned leather, and is dip-coated with vegetable dyes to create a sharp, deep black surface.

The scabbard is inlaid with some silver lines and rare gemstones.

The sheath mouth, the cross-shaped sword hilt is coiled with a chain rope, the tail end is engraved with a flaming cone, and the center of the hilt is inlaid with a round ruby.

The two semi-swords were exactly the same. Cole took one and couldn't help but pull it out of its sheath.

The sword surface rubbed against the leather sheath, then a cold light flashed, and the white blade came out of the "dark night".

The entire sword body was exposed in the air, a blood groove was opened on the sword spine, and the blade was sharp and smooth.

Use your thumb to press lightly on the blade surface, and a slight mark will sink in, opening up some cocoon skin.

"It's very sharp." He turned it around in his hand and said, "It's a good sword. You pay attention, master blacksmith."

"It is my honor to satisfy you, sir." Rakhi Schiff said with a smile on his face.

Put two long swords on your waist.

Cole gave him the golden dragon he had ordered in advance, and also rewarded each of the blacksmith apprentices with a silver deer.

"The Black God bless you, Lord Julius." The blacksmith said to him, and the Black God was referring to the God Black Goat.

"Are you from Qhor?" Camilo asked him.

Rach Schiff nodded, "Yes, Lord Knight, I come from Qohor across the narrow sea."

He knew very little about Qohor, other than that it was one of the nine free trade city-states.

"They all say that the blacksmiths in Qohor are the best in the world." Camilo stared at him.

"Kohor does have the best blacksmiths and the most exquisite skills." He said that the blacksmith in his hometown was very proud.

As an inland city of the nine Free Trade Cities, Qohor is world-famous for its textile industry and forging craftsmanship. The armor and swords they cast are best-sellers in both the Free Cities and Westeros.

Like the crafts and silks of Myr.

"I heard that there is someone in Qohor who can forge Valyrian steel?" Camillo asked him.

Rach Schiff smiled and shook his head, "That's probably a liar, my lord. The art of Valyrian steel has been lost. There are people in Qohor who can reforge Valyrian steel, but no one can anymore.

Forge this material."

"Then I wonder if you can reforge Valyrian steel? Master blacksmith?" Cole suddenly asked.

"I have been a blacksmith for twenty-six years, Lord of the City. But I have never seen this kind of steel. As far as I know, there are definitely no more than three people who master this craft. Valyrian steel is too rare, so

Too mysterious.”

Legend has it that the casting process of Valyrian steel was guided by magical spells and assisted by dragon flames.

It is unclear where it originated from, but Valyrian steel began to spread around the world with the Valyrian conquest.

Leave the blacksmith shop and return to the castle.

"How do you know about Qohor?" Cole asked Camilo, who was riding sideways.

"Sir, I once served as an apprentice under a blacksmith for a period of time." He talked about the past. "He was from Qohor, but he was just a rough guy with rough skills and a bad temper. He often drank.

I got very drunk. Once I had a fight with someone while drinking and was beaten to death."

Cole thought about the way he looked at his armor with gleaming eyes, and seemed to have found the reason.

"My father wanted me to learn some trades, but in the end I had no choice but to go fishing with him in the sea. The blacksmith only taught me how to swing a hammer, and he told us some things about Qohor."

Camilo suddenly saw a horse running forward, "Lord Cole, be careful. Someone seems to be coming." He warned aloud, "It's a knight."

Several guards quickly rode their horses to stop him, and saw that the horse's speed was not slowing down. Under the sun, he could see a long sword with a sharp cold light in his hand.

"Drink!" It was a deep female voice, neither pleasant nor unpleasant. She was wearing a helmet, which made it difficult to tell the difference between male and female.

That height already towers over most men in Westeros.

With two swipes of swords, one of the guards died in battle, and the other fell off his horse. The female knight rushed towards Cole, shouting, "Cole Julius, I have finally waited for you."

Cole looked at her armor and saw that it was "Brenne the Beauty."

He drew out the two half-hand swords he had recently acquired and gave the order, "Surround her."

Taking control of the horse to meet the charging Brienne,

He faced the long sword that struck her in the air, raised his hand to meet it, and swiped the sword across Brienne's body with his side hand.

With a blocking sound, the sword blade collided with the armor, and the sword body broke through the armor.
Chapter completed!