MC's career as foreign lord

“Need manpower!” Early the next morning, Zhou Ren got up, brushed his teeth with a simple toothbrush he made himself, washed his face with wool, and then prepared to start his work.

In fact, he didn't have much to do today. A clever woman can't cook without rice. Generally, in the game, when the initial development reaches this point, he prepares to go down to the mine. But now the situation here is unclear, and going down to the mine is not a good habit.

Today, he wanted to go to town to buy something to slightly strengthen his combat power, so that even if he encountered some special monsters, he would have some means of self-defense.

Of course, before that, he needed to make something for self-defense first.

Last night, he found flint by the river, which could be used to make a fire starter. Of course, he had a windproof lighter and a multi-purpose Swiss Army knife, but he still tried to use MC's tools as much as possible. After all, there are no modern things in this world, and he doesn't know where to repair them after using them.

He came here alone with only a lighter, a mobile phone, that magic wand, and the tissues on his body. Today, he also had to buy some clothes and socks, otherwise he wouldn't even have a change of clothes.

But what he felt very magical was that this piece of clothing seemed to be stained with some characteristics. No matter what kind of thing, it could not be contaminated, and it would not be damaged. It was like sticking to the body.

This thing reminded Zhou Ren of a special setting, [Skin].

Thinking about it now, isn't this just skin? After wearing it, nothing can destroy it, and it can't be contaminated by anything, as if it is isolated from the world.

This is also a good thing. Zhou Ren has always been clean and tidy wearing this clothes, even saving the trouble of bathing, but he can't always wear one piece of clothing, can he?

He first took out three of the remaining metal blocks, then took a wooden stick, and put them in the workbench to synthesize an iron sword.

The remaining metal block was surrounded by a circle of wooden boards to make a shield with iron edges, so now he had some defense.

Then he took out more than twenty pieces of leather. Leather seemed to be easier to obtain than metal in this world. He made leather hats, armor, pants, and shoes, just enough to cover his whole body. After wearing them, Zhou Ren changed from a mage hiding in the darkness to a light armor warrior.

However, this armor didn't seem very good-looking. Zhou Ren looked at himself in the water and didn't like it, so he turned off the display of the armor.

This MC special module is not available, but there are many useful small functions. Whether it is the territory module or this personal body module, they are actually pretty good auxiliary functions. Now he has returned to the appearance of a cloak mage, but the leather armor is still on him, but others can't see it.

“It's a pity there are no skeletons, otherwise, getting some bows and arrows and bones would be great, right?” Zhou Ren thought, shaking his head with a smile, and walked out of the room.

The iron sword was naturally placed in the inventory. Zhou Ren was holding a small wooden stick that he had brought with him. He always had a dream that the small wooden stick in his hand could become a real magic staff.

Speaking of this, Zhou Ren suddenly thought of some modules belonging to magic. If these modules appeared in this world, would there be strange things?

But there really isn't any module that can perfectly replicate the magic of the Harry Potter world, but there are still many kinds of magic modules. If he can make them in the future, he can change from a fake pseudo-mage to a real mage.

Walking and thinking, Zhou Ren had already arrived at the door. The wheat that was originally seedlings had now begun to gradually grow larger. Not only did they become thick and strong, but they also began to become taller and greener. It seemed that it would not be long before they could officially mature.

And some saplings on the roadside were like this, no longer looking like saplings, but starting to develop towards small trees.

This is also what he discovered, the difference between reality and the game. In the game, no matter what kind of sapling, there is actually no growth process. After a period of time, they will suddenly grow into big trees, but now, they have the appearance of growth.

But even so, it will still take a long time for them to mature, probably two to three days.

After Zhou Ren grasped this information and had a clear understanding in his mind, he walked towards the door again.

The gate from yesterday had completely changed at this time. Some stray animals seemed to have discovered this area that could shelter them from the wind and rain, and were hiding under the awning to rest, until Zhou Ren came, they scattered.

“Animals don't seem to be blocked by the territory system!” Zhou Ren exclaimed, “I just don't know if the gnolls will be?”

He suddenly had a sense of crisis. If the gnolls could be blocked, it would be fine, but if they couldn't be blocked and were considered monsters by the system, wouldn't that mean they might invade his territory?

Zhou Ren pondered for a while. He didn't want to see such a thing happen. It's okay now, but when he comes back at night, he should cut down more trees and fence up the house!

Walking to the entrance of the town, the situation was still similar to two days ago. A group of guides stood at the door, seemingly waiting for someone to call them.

And more mercenaries were walking quickly on the street, talking loudly, and also touting their “glorious” achievements.

“Henry!” Zhou Ren saw an acquaintance, shouted, and also made the many bored guides' eyes light up.

They knew that Henry had made a fortune two days ago, had a good day off, and only came back today to continue looking for work. So, isn't this black-robed man his employer that day?

“Lord Zhou Ren!” Henry's reaction speed was extremely fast. He directly crossed everyone and jumped up, “Does your Lordship have any place to go?”

Zhou Ren nodded with a smile, “Let's go in and talk! Take me to the market to see!”

“Yes!” Henry heard this and happily led the way in front, but he didn't see that some of the guides flashed their eyes and left here.

After the two walked for a while, Zhou Ren slowly opened his mouth, “Henry, do you know where in this town sells iron?”

“Iron? Does your Lordship want furniture or weapons? These things can be bought at the blacksmith shop.” Henry replied.

“Then let's go to the blacksmith shop!” Zhou Ren didn't refute. Since such a town has a large number of mercenaries, there should be no shortage of metal products.

He also asked about some news by the way, “Has there been any activity of gnolls in the town recently?”

“I heard that the gnolls have been almost killed by the mercenaries. Many adventurers are preparing to go back!” Henry replied, “But the town chief seems to be still recruiting professionals, and the town's defenses haven't been withdrawn…”

He stopped mid-sentence because they had arrived at the blacksmith's shop. "We're here, sir!"

Zhou Ren nodded, gleaning something from his words, "Looks like there's no peace to be had lately!"

Turning towards the blacksmith's shop, he saw a powerfully built man, vigorously hammering the iron billet in his hand. Each strike sent countless sparks flying.

As Zhou Ren watched him, he had a strange feeling. This wasn't an ordinary man. He was like the middle-aged man from a few days ago, the same type of person. Could he be what they called a—'Professional'?

If he was a Professional, then there should be a lot to talk about, Zhou Ren thought. But the words that came out were different, "Excuse me, do you sell metal here?"

The strong man raised his head and lightly tapped the sign beside him with his fan-like hand. They both looked over. [Odinson's Blacksmith Shop] (Selling furniture, weapons, farm tools, and various metals). "Read the sign! Read the sign! Every time people come, I have to say it again. Are there so many blind people in this town?!"

After speaking, he bent down again, picked up the sledgehammer beside the iron furnace, and began a new forging process.

"Sir, Odinson is the best blacksmith in our town. Even the town chief is polite to him. Why don't you take a look first?" Henry quickly explained.

Zhou Ren nodded, not annoyed at all, and walked into the blacksmith's shop with great interest.

"Thump! Clang!" The loud hammering sent sparks flying, but instead, it became pleasant music to Zhou Ren's ears. He wandered around the not-so-small shop, touching the metal tools and some of the cast iron ingots.

It must be said that although this world was very similar to the Middle Ages that Zhou Ren had seen in history books, the specific living habits and methods were somewhat like London in his memory. This mixture of magic and steam made him almost think he had come to some kind of rivet-punk era if he didn't know there were elves. He might even ascend to the heavens in the next second.

However, this world seemed less filled with the taste of iron and blood. Whether it was the Church or the Empire, both seemed to be trying their best to ensure the survival of people in this world, rather than being useless and incompetent.

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This was actually very interesting. Zhou Ren didn't think they were doing it out of charity. Humans or intelligent beings rarely had that kind of thing. So, they should have their own purposes.

The town belonged to the Empire, which could barely be considered for the sake of territory revenue and taxes. But what about the Church? Why did they protect everyone, even if they weren't their believers?

Zhou Ren shook his head. Thinking about this now didn't really have much meaning. After all, in various ways, he had to rely on these people for a living. So, the better they protected this place, the more he would benefit.

He continued to check the items. He didn't really care about farm tools or weapons, but mainly looked at the metal ingots, or rather, how much the impure iron ingots cost.

Suddenly, he saw some metal blocks piled in a corner, and at the same time, some coal piled in another corner.

"Odinson, can I call you that?" Zhou Ren said.

The other party raised his head impatiently, "Speak."

"How much are these iron ingots?" Zhou Ren continued to ask, picking up an iron ingot, which was much lighter than he had imagined.

Odinson glanced at him, "Two gold coins each. You might as well just spend four gold coins to buy a sword. I don't believe anyone in this town makes better weapons than me!"

Zhou Ren smiled, "That's not necessarily true!"

With a wave of his hand, a bright white iron sword appeared in his hand, "What do you think of this sword?"

Under the light of the furnace fire, the iron sword reflected a red light, causing Odinson, who was about to continue hammering, to suddenly pause. "This is…" A look of surprise appeared in his eyes. He didn't even care about the iron billet in his hand and threw it directly into the water. The red-hot iron reacted with the water, exploding a large cloud of steam that steamed his face red.

Zhou Ren looked at his eager eyes, feeling a little inexplicable. Odinson wiped his hands and walked over cautiously, "Can I take a look?"

Zhou Ren nodded and handed the iron sword over. Odinson carefully took it, gently touching the blade, then stretched out his thick index finger and flicked it. Then, he took an iron sword from the wall and directly chopped it down on Zhou Ren's sword!

"Clang!" With such a clang, Zhou Ren's sword was unscathed, while the iron sword had already begun to crack. Odinson casually flung it away, and it shattered into pieces.

"I take back what I said before. There is indeed something better than my weapons!" He said, looking at Zhou Ren with burning eyes. "Spellcaster, are you selling this sword?"

Zhou Ren smiled, "I came here to buy iron, how did it turn into selling things when I got to you!"

Odinson opened his mouth wide and grinned, "You are a spellcaster. If I'm not mistaken, you shouldn't need this sword!"

Zhou Ren nodded, "I really don't need this sword very much. It's okay to sell it to you, but you have to answer two questions for me!"

"No problem, go ahead!" Odinson readily agreed.

"Is the iron in this sword very rare?" Zhou Ren asked. Was it his own problem, or the problem with the materials brought by the mercenaries?

Odinson shook his head, "Not rare. Iron ore is available everywhere, but refined iron compressed from iron ore is not something everyone can make. This refined iron sword looks small, but the iron consumed is estimated to be half a cubic meter!"

Ah, nine iron ingots combine to make one iron block, and an iron sword requires two iron ingots, which seems right?

Zhou Ren thought, "Second question, where did you get this coal?"

Odinson stroked the iron sword happily and said, "Coal? Isn't there a black mine to the east? I went in and beat up a few skeletons inside, and they dug it out for me."

Ah, this, why is it different from what the mercenaries said? Zhou Ren was stunned.

One said it was haunted, and the other directly asked the ghosts to work for him. Looks like he's a capitalist.

"Alright, name a price, and this sword is yours!" Zhou Ren said, "By the way, how much is this iron ore? I want it all!"

PS: Happy Qixi Festival! The author without a girlfriend continues to code, sob sob sob!