A Western fantasy journey that began with Game of Thrones

"It's a great idea, Sir, but I'm not sure it can be done."

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Located in a blacksmith shop on Junlin Steel Street, a short and stocky old blacksmith answered thoughtfully after listening to the words of the big blond man opposite.

“I’ve never heard of this method of casting with fixed accessories on the breastplate, so will need to try it.”

"Do I need to pay?"

"No, Sir, the church has provided you with the materials and remuneration I need. But if Sir, you are anxious to use the armor, then I suggest you consider renting a ready-made set from me first. Yes, we have built it. A variety of armor accessories are also available to match your body type.”

"I'm not too anxious." Renly shook his head when he heard this, but he was actually a little short of money.

…

He is now involved in "designing" his own armor.

After joining the Warrior's Sons, he was eligible to be equipped with the standard armor of the Knights. Because his height, shoulder width, head size and other factors needed to be measured, Renly had direct contact with the foundry blacksmith.

But because there are too many knights in the city recently, the blacksmith is very busy, and he didn't have time to actually start building it until now.

Therefore, Renly put forward his own idea, or in other words, he proposed a piece of equipment that was generally popular among the knights in Westeros more than two hundred years later - the lance rack.

In ancient lance charging, one could only use the arm to clamp the knight's lance and rely on arm strength to secure it. However, no matter how great the strength of the human body is, it will eventually be limited. At the moment of collision, the arm will always fall back unconsciously and lose a lot of power. .

But if you add the lance frame and the matching gun ring, then it is not just the arms that fix the lance, but also the recoil force can be spread to the knight's entire body, allowing the entire person's muscles to withstand this kind of force. Impact, not just arms.

As a result, both the power of the charge and the difficulty of the knight's mastery of the lance are completely different.

This was noticed by Renly since he was training on the road to King's Landing. He found that this inconspicuous but crucial armor accessory did not exist in the current era, so he used it as a way to win. A great weapon, or an important way to make up for shortcomings.

The blacksmith in front of him was very experienced, and he almost guessed the use of this thing as soon as he heard Renly's words, but he was also very cautious, even though Renly thought this thing was actually very easy to make.

Renly didn't want to rent the armor, and the stocky blacksmith didn't take it seriously when he heard this. Instead, he warned: "It may take a little longer, ser. I will ask my son to inform you after the casting is completed."

Renly nodded when he heard this, and then said: "I hope Master Darry can keep this secret."

"Of course, I am a believer in God and a very principled person."

The old blacksmith heard this and said without hesitation: "You can tell from the fact that the church only orders armor from me. And you have to know, Sir, my son is also the son of a warrior, and we also know honor."

Renly was stunned by these words, but the other party smiled and shouted towards the back room of the blacksmith shop, whereupon a bald man with skin tanned by baking came out from behind the blackened curtain in a short while.

"Father, what's the matter?"

"This is Sir Lemon, come and meet him."

After the old blacksmith finished speaking, the bald man looked at Renly, looked at him for a moment, and he couldn't help but smile.

"May the gods bless you, Sir Lemon. I have heard of you."

Am I so famous?

Renly was surprised. Seeing this, the other party explained: "I am responsible for guarding the two captives you captured from the Riverlands. One of them always says that you are a monster and a mermaid. He talks all day long and looks crazy. "Yes." As he spoke, the bald young man grinned.

"I'm really curious how you scared him like that."

"Perhaps the interrogator on the road was a little too aggressive." Renly replied after hearing this. After a few words with the blacksmith's son named Dann, he resigned and left.

Armor modification can make up for one of his shortcomings, and daily training can also help him continue to grow, but he still has no idea how to join the trial team.

Of course, there is a premise for this, that is, the trial will still happen. Renly is not sure about this, but it is always right to make corresponding preparations in advance.

Thinking about this question constantly along the way, Renly soon returned to the sept living area at the top of Rhaenys Hills.

But when he returned to the house, he found that his little attendant was missing.

This made Renly stunned for a moment, then he turned and left the house and walked to the lane outside the house.

He originally planned to ask if anyone nearby had seen the child, but not long after he went out, he suddenly heard some familiar noises in the other direction.

Renly walked away.

The buildings in the residential area of ​​the church are very densely arranged. The alleys between the houses are very small and a bit complicated. However, after living here for a while, this complexity becomes much simpler.

As he continued to move forward, the sound became more and more obvious, as if it was a child arguing with a woman, which made him speed up his steps and feel a little puzzled in his heart.

His little attendant was usually very "well-behaved", well aware of the general situation, and understood that he could not go anywhere if he wanted to, so he never left the house unless necessary. And even when he goes out and meets people, he always looks shy and rarely speaks. Why does it sound like he is quarreling with people now?

Feeling strange in his heart, the blond knight finally turned a corner, and the disputed words were completely unblocked and became very clear. But just at this moment, a figure suddenly bumped into him, letting out a muffled groan before rebounding and falling to the ground.

Renly looked down and saw a white-robed nun with messy long black hair.

"Are you OK?"

He asked, and the other person happened to look up at this moment, and Renly saw a pair of very special eyes.

It was a pair of eyes with molten gold irises hidden under messy black hair, bright and alert.

This unique color made Renly slightly startled, but the other person quickly got up and ran away. He didn't have the chance to observe more, and Renly felt a little regretful for no reason.

Then he suddenly saw an agate leaf necklace left on the ground where the nun in front of him fell.

Renly frowned when he saw this, then bent down to pick up the precious necklace, and at the same time raised his eyes to where the noise came from.

Under the shadow of the wall, a boy "Aegon" wearing a set of coarse cloth was arguing with a middle-aged nun with a nun's scarf on her head. His face was serious and his words were precise.

"No matter what, it's wrong for you to slap someone!"

"If you make a mistake, you will be punished, child. This is the rule that the gods have warned us that we must abide by."

"Then tell me what mistake she made, good nun?"

"I can't tell you, child, which knight's squire you are. I want to talk to him." The nun said, just in time to see Renly coming forward, so she hurriedly asked: "Sir, this boy Is it your attendant?"

Renly nodded in response.

"Then you have to discipline him well. Impulsiveness is not a quality that a qualified servant should have."

"It's obviously you who is hitting someone, why do you blame me for being impulsive?"

The boy asked in astonishment: "You bully others, so I won't be impulsive if I come to watch the fun?"

"She is a sinner, child. If you don't understand, you can ask your master."

"Do you always make excuses like this when you bully others?" The bald boy hugged his shoulders and said, "Before you hit someone, tell her that she is a sinner, and then you will be justified in beating her? Okay, you Why is she a sinner? I asked you many times and you didn’t tell me. Now that my master is here, you should tell me now, right?”

"I can't tell your master about this, this -"

The middle-aged nun's face turned a little red, showing a touch of embarrassment and helplessness. Renly was a little curious when he saw this, but he didn't mean to ask further questions. Instead, he patted the boy's shoulder and handed the necklace in his hand to him.

Looking sideways at the necklace, the bald boy's expression instantly became surprised.

"My necklace?"

As he asked, he reached out and touched the opening of his pocket, but found nothing.

"Why did it end up in your hands when I was clearly carrying it in my pocket?"

"Let's ask the innocent sinner you talk about." Renly said, patting his forehead.

The boy was stunned when he heard the words, and then glanced around, but did not find the black-haired nun who was still here before. So he understood instantly, but he was not angry or ashamed, but was a little confused.

"I rescued her, why did she steal my necklace?"