Chapter 151 - 151. Blakes In Trouble (1/2)

A military advisor from the administration of Aermagh walked in and brought in the pieces of weapons and armours that he had recently procured to equip the men and soldiers of the legion

”Your Highness, these are the weapons and armours that we had purchased to equip our men. These pieces are of better quality than the ones that our men were wearing and every single piece had been appraised and verified that they were Level 3 Iron equipment.”

”The sample pieces that had been given to the Blacksmith in Ingmery was greatly improved and we would be able to vanquish those Bandits and thieves that had been running around the towns.” explained the military advisor to the Ruler of Aermagh.

The Ruler of Aermagh instinctively took a piece of a breastplate and admired the finishing touches and discovered it was indeed a better quality than the ones that his bodyguards were equipped. He took a great sword that had been recently forged and gestured to one of this bodyguard to come over.

Thinking that the Ruler of Aermagh was going to present the greatsword to him, he walked over gingerly after he had saluted to the Ruler of Aermagh.

”SSWWOOSSHH... CCLLAANNGG... HHUUAARRGGHH...” The greatsword that was wielded by the Ruler of Aermagh suddenly struck horizontally towards the bodyguard. An afterimage of the greatsword was formed as it sliced the air like as if it was paper with a great swooshing effect.

The bodyguard was taken aback and had no way to react and the new greatsword that he was anticipating to receive did arrive and it was exactly what the Ruler of Aermagh math had in his mind. To test the weapon's effectiveness.

The great sword was swung with no difficulty as it struck the bodyguard squarely across the chest that was protected with the earlier models of the Iron plate. The glimmer of the plate shows that it was properly maintained and polished to such a degree that it could even use as a mirror.

The glimmering plate armour that the bodyguard wore provided very little or no protection at all as the new greatsword slices through the old plate armour with ease like as if it was like a hot knife through butter.

Not only the new greatsword slices through the plate armour with ease, but with a single strike, it had even disembowelled the poor bodyguard as he stood there, clutching at his chest as a large cavity was caused by the great sword.

His eyes were wide with shock and there was no more pain as he slowly slithered to the floor in a heap as part of his body began to ooze out from the cavity. A pool of blood soon formed where he fell and the Ruler of Aermagh returned back to his throne.

”Truly sharp indeed. I like it.” that's the first few words that the Ruler of Aermagh uttered when he sat back and admired the greatsword in his hand. The blood from the bodyguard slowly dripped down the blade of the great sword and formed a small pool on the floor where the tip of the blade was held.

”Who is the forger?” inquired the Ruler of Aermagh as he looked at the other pieces of weapons and armour on the floor that had been arranged by the military advisor.

”He's Blake from Central Ingmery, Your Highness.” replied the military advisor as he eyed the destruction caused by the Ruler of Aermagh. He was afraid that the blade that was wielded would befall on his neck of he answered a bit too late.

”Hmm, I never heard of him before.” uttered the Ruler of Aermagh as he looked at the blade that he was holding that was dripping with blood on the first kill.

”He's the Blacksmith the defeated Romulus and Quentin in a bet. Both Romulus and Quentin were the main forgers that had made Level 2 iron ingots and was defeated by Blake who made these Level 3 weapons and equipment for us.” explained the military advisor unhurriedly as he recalled the incident the happen some time back in Ingmery.

That incident also caused Romulus and Quentin to lose their business and then had to make their appearance scarce from that day onwards. The Ruler of Aermagh nodded his head in acknowledgement and then he voiced his thoughts to his military advisor.

”Bring Blake to me.” the Ruler of Aermagh demanded as he placed the blood-soaked great sword beside his throne and stood up. He walked up to the military advisor and said, ”Make a preposition. Blake must work for us.” and then he retired back in his Chambers.

The military advisor bowed his head low and remained there until the back of the Ruler of Aermagh was turned against him as he walked back to his Chambers. ”Send a messenger to summon Blake the Blacksmith of Central Ingmery to meet the Ruler of Aermagh right away.” he finally straightened his body and gestured for a guard to send for a messenger.

”Clean up this mess and compensate the family of the deceased.” the military advisor spoke to one of the bodyguards and several men quickly carried the deceased bodyguard away and a team of clean up came afterwards to clear away the blood that had begun to coagulate on the ground.

Soon after, a messenger had made his way to Ingmery with a note summoning Blake the Blacksmith of Central Ingmery to come forth and present himself to the Ruler of Aermagh.

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”A note for me from the Ruler of Aermagh? What does he want? Ooo... I have a bad premonition about this. I better ask Audemars about this to find out what he could advise me about.” pondered Blake as he held the note from the messenger from the Courts of Aermagh as he closed his store and together with Bruce, he proceeded to the Castle of Keating-Macleod.

Upon reaching there, Blake was flustered and had informed me of the note that he had received from a messenger in Aermagh's Court. He had a bad premonition about it as he knew what kind of person is the Ruler of Aermagh.

I took the note from Blake and read it and it was a simple one-liner asking Blake to present himself to the Ruler of Aermagh. ”Don't worry, I'll take care of this.” I simply explained to Blake as he sighed a huge sense of relief. Little did he knew that I would be representing Blake in every manner when the time comes.