Theoretically, the blacksmith will give priority to completing the commissions of his customers. However, if a powerful person intervenes midway and puts forward an order, then the blacksmith is not unable to be accommodating. Anyway, any master blacksmith has many apprentices. As long as he is willing to be distracted, weapons and armor They can all be created at the same time.
Principles are important, but not that important.
"The man's name was Patrick. He placed an order with me and paid me to build suitable armor for a Christian warrior who was about to come and carry a mission."
Master Miller said slowly, and everyone who was originally dissatisfied was stunned for a while.
"Is that the saint?" Liam asked.
Master Miller nodded, confirming his answer.
St. Patrick, a Christian saint, is different from St. George who is the patron saint of the Army of Christ. St. Patrick is the patron saint of Ireland.
Patron saint means patron saint in the Christian context. If the patron is an angel, he will be called a patron angel or guardian angel.
When the church canonizes someone as a saint, it usually lets the saint serve as the patron saint of a certain field. It may be an individual, a church, or even a profession or a country. A patron saint is the guardian of a certain field. To put it simply, this area The place (domain) is mine.
St. Patrick is the patron saint of Ireland. As a bishop during his lifetime, he had been engaged in various arduous struggles with the Celtic gods and Druid priests. In order to make believers believe in Christianity, he made unremitting efforts. Eventually Christianity became popular in Ireland, in other words he was an enemy of the Irish kingdom and the Celtic gods.
"Saint Patrick wanted the warriors of Christ to be victorious, so he specially ordered armor to be worn by the warriors of Christ."
While explaining, Master Miller looked at the warriors who were looking at each other and said, "As long as any of you is the chosen Christian, you can let me build a set of armor for you."
"So who is the chosen Christian warrior?" Liam frowned and couldn't help but ask.
"I didn't know that before, but now I know. Are any of you a Christian?"
Master Miller looked around, then looked at William's face, and said, "Praise God!"
"Always praise!" William recalled Liam's previous reminder and subconsciously replied.
"Yes, it is you!" Master Miller pointed at William and said, "Yes, it is you, it should be you, you are the only Christian now."
"There are many Christians in this world. Are you mistaken?"
William replied in surprise, although he really wanted the armor, but he couldn't participate in the tournament now. Was this a mistake?
"No." Master Miller spread his hands and said helplessly, "Saint Patrick said that armor should be made for the warriors of Christ. I have been here for so long and I haven't seen any Christians. If I don't choose you, there will be no one." .”
"You are not afraid of making the wrong choice. If you don't ask around, many knights from the human world have appeared in the fairy palace recently." William couldn't believe it, always feeling like there was some conspiracy.
"It doesn't matter if something goes wrong. If something goes wrong, it means it's God's arrangement. Since it's God's arrangement, it's right."
Master Miller said bachelorly, blaming everything on God's arrangement.
"But I am not participating in the tournament, and I don't need this armor. My master needs this armor even more now."
William said helplessly when he saw Liam's scrutinizing eyes.
"This has nothing to do with me. I am only responsible for helping you make weapons or armor. It doesn't matter if you give this armor to others or use it for others. Just come into the store."
Master Miller waved to William and motioned for him to enter the blacksmith shop guarded by the fire elf. William walked into the blacksmith shop at Liam's nod.
Then a faint voice was heard, "You are William's son!"
William nodded, "My name is William Raistlin von Jacob."
"That's right. I am Miller Raistlin Combray, your father William's master. Your Raistlin is my second name."
Master Miller put down the hammer, and a flame elf handed him a towel to wipe his sweat. He wiped the sweat from his face and said slowly, "You should call me Master."
William looked at Master Miller in confusion, his eyes full of weirdness, "You are really my master!"
"Nonsense, I'm not your master. There are Christians out there. Why don't I choose them, just you? You're not handsome."
Master Miller said carelessly. The apprentices who were working in the blacksmith workshop glanced in the direction of Master Miller and William, then retracted their gazes and continued to forge.
"Although your father William is not the best among the apprentices I teach, he has always been the hardest working. Only the blacksmith profession requires more than hard work. To become a true master requires talent, and your father is very good. He obviously has no talent. Although I like him very much, talent cannot be forced."
Master Miller looked at Little William and said nostalgically, not minding commenting on his father in front of a son. Then the expression on his face instantly became serious, "I have been blessed or cursed by fairies. If I can be fair, If I treat my disciples respectfully and teach them no less than their potential and no more than their efforts, then my forging skills will always be at their peak."
Teaching to disciples is based on the disciple's talent and hard work. Therefore, Old William can be taught how to build trebuchets for sieges, but he cannot be taught the skills of summoning flame elves, using magic to build and magical weapons and equipment.
Fairies in different countries are different. The blessings of fairies in Germany are often incomplete, while the blessings of British fairies often carry curses, contain prohibitions, and are warnings that someone cannot do something.
The power of the curse can range from making people lose their skills to the worst, and can cause the person to lose their life. On the contrary, if you follow the warning, you will be blessed.
"When I make the armor for you, let me first show you the magic prop I made. This is a magic small tablecloth made using the magic power of the Asgardian crucible. As long as you take it with you wherever you go, as long as you chant the spell, the small table will be The cloth will turn into food, and as long as the magic power of the crucible in the fairy palace is not lost, the food that the small tablecloth can get every day is eternal."
Out of guilt for his apprentice William, Master Miller took little William to the shelf where his magic props were to watch.
"This is a permanently moving weapon that has been blessed with a magic spell by a magician from Wales. It is a stick. As long as you recite the spell, it will help you beat people. It will be automatically controlled and put on the battlefield. It is equivalent to more A helper, but this is just an ordinary stick. When encountering sacred weapons or magic stronger than the stick, the stick will lose its effect."
"This is a donkey, a gift given to me by the goddess Eliu. As long as you feed it grass and take good care of it, it will pull out gold coins for you every day. But the disadvantage is that this is just an ordinary donkey that can pull gold coins. You will get hurt, you will get sick, and you will die of old age.”
"This is not mine. It is an Arabian carpet I got from the Ottoman Empire, where the pagans live. It is said that it can take people to the sky, but it requires chanting a spell. I don't understand or speak their language, so I kept it there."
"This is a magical mirror. It was customized by a certain countess of the Holy Empire. It has magical magic. Whatever you ask the mirror, the mirror will answer. This is an honest mirror. Of course, you can't choose this one. It already has Master."
"Master, what is this lamp?"
William pointed at the ancient dusty bronze lamp and asked in confusion. Master Miller frowned and scratched his white hair, thought for a moment and said, "This one seems to be from Arabia too. If you want it, I'll give it to you." I've given it to you, but have you thought about it? I can only give you one thing, a donkey or a stick would be better than this broken lamp."
"Look, this is an invisibility hat." Master Miller pointed to a hat on the shelf, trying to dissuade William from wanting a light.
"Okay, just this bronze lamp from Arabia."
William took off the bronze lamp and held it carefully for fear of any loss of the bronze lamp.
"As long as you like it." Master Miller said helplessly.
