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Feng Ming finally had a rough understanding of Wu Qian.
Gaining a bit of insight into his life experiences, he felt that Wu Qian’s life was much more pitiful than his own. Even though he was an orphan, at least he now had Rong Tian. He also had Rong Hu, Qiu Lan, Luo Yun, and others by his side.
Weren’t most of his days spent happily?
Feng Ming did not want to open up any more of Wu Qian’s wounds, so he acted as a good host and had some more refreshments brought out. “Everyone has said that making armour is incredibly expensive… but how difficult is it exactly?”
“It depends on what material is used, the type of armour, and the master who makes it.”
With a puzzled look, Feng Ming asked, “I can understand the need for different materials and types of armour, but what does the master’s ident.i.ty have to do with it?”
Zhuang Pu laughed and replied, “It turns out the Young Lord is not an expert on this subject. Who makes the armour is very important. Even with good material, a good master is needed to turn it into a superior product, similar to iron. In order to forge solid armour, a person who has carefully practiced the art for a long time is needed. However, not every master has unique skills. I am not completely familiar with the details, but I have heard they need to be able to control a furnace with extreme temperatures. The furnace also needs to be created from a certain type of clay originating from a specific location. There are also other trivial details.”
It’s that complicated…?
Feng Ming almost scratched his head again. His hand had just moved a little before it was secretly stopped by Luo Yun, who looked at him in warning.
Feeling wronged, Feng Ming s.h.i.+fted a bit and blinked his eyes. He had to hold back the urge to scratch his head while maintaining the façade of the admirable and graceful Young Lord of the Xiao Family. “So, putting it frankly, a true master is incredibly rare.”
Wu Qian joined the conversation. “Indeed, it really is rare. However, if Young Lord wants to learn more about the art of making armour, it is not difficult. A very well-known master called Weng Heng lives in the outskirts of Tong Ze. If Young Lord is interested, we can plan a day to meet him together.”
Feng Ming had just nodded before Luo Yun coldly opened his mouth and said, “Apologies, our lord’s health has not been well recently. He should not be moving around too much.”
When it came to security, Luo Yun and Rong Hu had an increasingly tacit understanding between each other. They unanimously opposed Feng Ming running around outside.
In reply to Feng Ming’s eyes full of grievance, Rong Hu immediately said, “The royal uncle, Qing Zhang, has already dispatched his people to arrange some special recreational activities for us. There is no extra time.”
Wu Qian and Zhuang Pu were smart individuals. Hearing their words, they immediately understood.
This was understandable. Feng Ming’s ident.i.ty was too sensitive and, at the moment, a large number of influential people were in Tong Ze. It was unknown how many crafty spies were around. Both of them were unwilling to let Feng Ming suffer an accident, because it would lead to some serious consequences for the Kingdom of Tong. Due to that, they no longer touched upon the subject.
The three sat for a while, chatting pleasantly.
The more Feng Ming conversed with Wu Qian, the more he found him quite approachable. All his words were straightforward.
