Throne of the North.

Chapter 219: Wheat Seedlings and Mission

Standing in front of Brock, Appiah was as weak as a chick. He even doubted that even if he was fully prepared for an extraordinary assassination, he would not be a match for the strong man in front of him.

He is powerful, a strong warrior, no weaker than that Brand.

Apia thought so, and then he felt himself being put down, placed on... the blacksmith's table.

The soles of my feet were very hot. This was the only blacksmith's table that used extraordinary materials to control flames.

"What do you want? A rapier? I heard that's your weapon."

Appiah took off his hood and placed the cloak in front of Brock.

"We need rapiers, about... seventy centimeters long, thirty in total."

"We also need a hood, a cloak that is actually useful."

Appiah looked at his cloak and said that this cloak had no special function and was just like a piece of clothing.

"Capes, this thing is not something I'm good at."

"The cape needs to be woven..."

Brock said, then yelled towards the inside of the house.

"Gelst!"

Soon, a young man walked out from the other side of the curtain. Apia sensed the fluctuation of magic power. It was a magician.

Among humans, a person of this age is already a magician and a genius picked out of thousands. However, he seems to be depressed in this blacksmith shop, as if he is not being treated very well.

"You are responsible for weaving this little thing's cloak."

"Understood, Master Brock."

Gelst had no desire to refute. As a member of the mages who followed Archmagician McKen to the Frozen Territory, he thought he would receive huge financial support and a distinguished status here. However, after repeated failures, Baron Ryan suggested that he go to the blacksmith shop and use wind magic to assist in controlling the fires in most of the street.

Only a noble wizard like him would consider wind magic, as it is not the magic he mainly practices. His main focus is still on life magic, and he is good at infinitely refining life spells. As a result, he became more and more distorted and finally turned into a weaver.

Gelst, who didn't know what he was used for, could only realize his own value by waiting for Ryan's orders and find a way to repay the huge debt.

Watching Gelst leave, Brock withdrew his gaze. He knew that Baron Ryan still valued this magician very much, but he didn't know what Ryan wanted to turn Gelst into.

Serving as a blower in the blacksmith shop was just a test for Gelst.

But Brock didn't care about these things. Since they were sent to him, he would use Gerst as the best blower.

boom!
Brock was worried and a little angry as he hit the iron ore with a hammer.

Recently, Lord Baron Ryan wants to make a boiler to smelt iron. Can the iron smelted in that way have soul? Can it have strength? !

Appiah had no idea what Brock was thinking, but as an assassin, he could sense the emotional fluctuations of the powerful blacksmith in front of him.

Fifteen days later, Appiah met Ryan on a mountain.

Standing on the top of the mountain, Ryan was very satisfied looking at the wheat seedlings growing on the surrounding terraces.

"Mage Yelena, your achievements in life magic are amazing."

Ryan praised generously, and Yelena beside him couldn't help but jump for joy. Nothing represents wealth more than the praise of a loyal lord. Sure enough, Ryan continued:

"In the next six months, I will give you, Mage Yelena, 50,000 gold coins as funding. I hope that by next spring, I can see that no more than 10% of the wheat seedlings on these terraces will die."

Ryan was in a good mood indeed. As expected, the nobles were right. Only by using magicians as scientific researchers could magic be used to its fullest potential in this world.

Can a magician who flies around and can kill and destroy armies be compared to a magician who can increase the yield per acre by 50%?
Absolutely not!

The value of creation is always greater than the value of destruction. These weapons used by civilian magicians in scientific research are definitely legendary.

Ryan couldn't help but take another look at the wheat seedlings that still stood tall in the cold wind, and forced himself to calm down.

He sensed Appiah's approach and turned to look at the assassin, clad in his new shadow cloak.

If Apia hadn't deliberately created the noise, he probably wouldn't have noticed that the other party had walked three meters behind him.

"The extraordinary path of the cat-man assassin is enviable."

Ryan thought about it, then said:
"In two days, a team from the Frozen Land Command will be transporting a batch of supplies to the Andara Kingdom in the east. I want you and your men to hide among them and enter the Andara Kingdom."

"Don't worry, we won't go through the checkpoints and fortresses, you won't be discovered."

"After entering the Kingdom of Andara, you will lurk near the nobles on the list I gave you, write down what you see and hear, and then bring it back."

Appiah took the note from Ryan, which contained the names of more than a dozen nobles.

At this moment, he finally understood why Ryan wanted these cat-man assassins to learn to read and write.

"It's only half a month... they may not be able to do it yet."

Appiah said truthfully that even he himself could not write very many words.

"It's okay, you can still learn on the way, and Edward will be in the team."

Appiah nodded. Edward was the teacher who taught them to read and write in the past half month. He was also a trade officer under Baron Ryan, a very handsome young man.

Unexpectedly, the other party actually gained the recognition and trust of Baron Ryan. He always thought that only those who did not do well in the Frozen Territory would be assigned to teach these cat people knowledge.

"We don't have to do anything?"

Appiah asked hesitantly, Ryan's request seemed a little too easy to him.

How did Count Weiss use the cat-man assassins? He let them assassinate the nobles who were well-guarded, and let them kill the knights who embarked on the extraordinary path on the battlefield at all costs.

Every mission was an assassination with no chance of survival, especially on the battlefield. As long as the sword was stabbed, the cat-man assassin would definitely not survive regardless of success or failure. The charge and trampling of human soldiers would crush the cat-man assassin who exposed his shadow into meat paste.

In contrast, Ryan just wants them to hide in the dark and listen to what others say.

For the cat-man assassin, this was not dangerous at all.

"No, I'll tell you when I need you to do something."

Ryan waved his hand and asked Appiah to go find Edward himself.

After half a month, Apia has become very familiar with the Frozen Territory. Whether he can find Edward is also a test of whether the cat-man assassin has the ability to find people.

(End of this chapter)