He was born as a blacksmith, but he dominated the world

Chapter 137 Must Kill

"Brother Jiang..." Tian Daheng said with a smile on his face.

Jiang Lin patted the monster Hunlu's hard shell and said, "Do you want silver or weapons for this thing? If you want silver, you have to buy it on credit. I don't have that much cash."

Tian Daheng quickly shook his head: "I don't want silver, I want weapons!"

"Then what grade of weapons do you want, and how many?" Jiang Lin asked again.

Tian Daheng had estimated before that based on the value of a monster, it was worth at least a dozen or twenty lower eighth-grade weapons.

But now that we know Jiang Lin can create higher-grade ones, why do we still need the lower eighth grade?

But this monster was created by the combined efforts of many people, and I can’t just ask for a top-grade sword for myself and ignore everyone else.

After hesitating, Jiang Lin said, "How about this, convert it according to the silver in the market. You go back and discuss how to exchange it for weapons and then tell me."

After saying that, Jiang Lin checked the second monster again.

Tian Daheng meant the same thing. Let’s go back and discuss it.

Knowing that Jiang Lin might not know much about monsters, Tian Daheng introduced: "This is a sharp wolf. Its back thorn is extremely hard, comparable to a lower seventh-grade weapon. It is extremely fast and cruel and bloodthirsty by nature. It took seven or eight people to take it down."

"That's right!" Tian Daheng dragged out another cage from the corner. Inside the cage was a young wolf.

It looks like it was just born, with no thorns on its back yet, just a few small bumps.

"There is a certain probability that the Feng Wolf can be tamed. I wonder if Brother Jiang wants this little thing?" Tian Daheng asked.

"Will it bite its owner when it grows up?" Jiang Lin asked.

"After all, it is a monster. No matter how well it is tamed, it is still a monster. Sometimes it will still..."

"Then kill it." Jiang Lin interrupted him and stopped looking at the little wolf.

The cruel and bloodthirsty Feng Wolf may still bite people even if it is tamed. Jiang Lin has no interest in it at all.

The idea that a gentleman should not stand under a dangerous wall has been around since ancient times.

Tian Daheng didn't say much. He drew out his sword and stabbed Xiao Fenglang.

The little wolf was stabbed to death with a shrill howl.

Jiang Lin opened the fangs of the monster beast Fenglang and looked at them, then checked its backstab. Finally, he stood up and said, "I will take these two monster beasts, but I only want their fangs, backstabs, and shells. You can sell the rest. As for the price, let me know after we have discussed it."

"Is that all?" Tian Daheng was a little disappointed. That wouldn't be enough to exchange for many weapons.

But he knew that Jiang Lin was just a blacksmith, and most of the monster was useless, so it would be useless to buy it.

Although he was disappointed, he still said to the person next to him: "Brother, please go and call the others over."

Jiang Lin then realized that the others were resting in the next village, not far from here.

The reason why they didn't all come was because they were afraid that Jiang Lin would find them noisy.

Not long after, a group of gangsters came over.

They sat in a circle and discussed for a long time, during which there were some arguments, but they finally reached a consensus.

Two monsters, fangs, backstabs, and shells, they want to exchange them for nineteen lower seventh-grade weapons.

Because there were only nineteen people left alive in the team.

Jiang Lin raised his eyebrows and asked, "What about the dead ones?"

"The dead naturally have nothing." Tian Daheng said. "That won't work." Jiang Lin shook his head and said, "Although I didn't form the team, since you're here to exchange things with me, there should be some rules. The dead and injured should all be compensated, whether it's money or other things. If you don't even appreciate this favor, don't come here again."

Tian Daheng and others were stunned. Martial arts were the mainstream in Daqian and there were countless deaths in fights among the people, with a large number of deaths occurring every day.

People at the bottom of society have long been accustomed to dust returning to dust, earth returning to earth, and have never thought of paying for the dead.

Jiang Lin's request was really beyond their expectations.

"If we die, we will have nothing. Who would be willing to work hard?" Jiang Lin frowned and said, "Such a simple truth, don't you understand?"

Tian Daheng smiled awkwardly. It wasn't that he didn't understand, it was just a habit.

Another reason is that the military power of Daqian is supreme, and the sufferings of the people should be reported to the emperor.

People at the bottom of society can't even live well themselves, so how can they care about others?

We have done our best if we can send his body and belongings back home.

Jiang Lin listened in silence. No matter in his previous life or now in the blacksmith camp, he didn't really know what the outside world was like.

But judging from these two trips home and the descriptions of Tian Daheng and others, although Daqian's territory expanded countless times, people's livelihood did not keep up.

The so-called strong national strength refers only to the combat effectiveness of the military.

To be more precise, it was precisely because the government did not care too much about the lower-class people and put the vast majority of resources and energy into the military that it was able to win every war.

From a war perspective, there is nothing wrong with doing this.

Without a strong army, there would be no country.

But for ordinary people, such life is too hard.

Jiang Lin exhaled softly and said, "I don't care what others do, but if you want to exchange things from here, you have to do this. You can say I'm being hypocritical or that I'm making up the rules, but this is my bottom line."

Jiang Lin didn't want to be a saint. The life and death of others were just like that of the little wolf. In fact, it didn't matter.

But he had an idea, using his hometown village as the center to attract more people from the underworld to gather together, so as to passively protect his family from harm.

To achieve this, we must first ensure that these people in the underworld are loyal and moral.

If you don't even tell them this, isn't it nonsense to expect them to help protect your family when danger comes?

Seeing that he was so insistent, Tian Daheng had no choice but to say, "In that case, let's do as Brother Jiang said. Once the monster is sold, we will send the portion of the deceased."

"Don't lie to me." Jiang Lin looked at everyone and said loudly, "You can all supervise each other. If anyone is lying about this, come and tell me. I will reward you with a second-grade weapon."

Everyone was delighted when they heard this. A second-grade weapon?
What if he deliberately doesn't send it and then comes to complain, wouldn't that mean he's getting the good weapon for nothing?
Jiang Lin drew out his bow and arrow and shot a full moon.

He let go of his hand, and the eight-stone strong bow was equipped with a second-grade arrow. It was like a meteor from the sky, and it directly hit the big tree twenty steps away.

The thick tree trunk was directly pierced, and there was a lot of gray aura wrapped around and corroded on the surface.

Soon, accompanied by a loud bang, the big tree fell down, raising a cloud of dust that covered the sky and the sun!

Everyone was horrified by what they saw. The power was too strong. A single arrow could knock down a huge tree that was as thick as an embrace.

What if it ejaculates on a person?
Those who had seen Jiang Lin's archery before were even more surprised at this moment. It seemed that Master Jiang's archery skills were even stronger than last time!
At the same time, Jiang Lin's voice sounded.

"If it's a false accusation or collusion, then put it on a tree like this. Even if you're a thousand miles away, you'll be killed!"

Those who originally had dirty thoughts broke out in cold sweat at their temples, and they always felt that these words were directed at them by name.

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