Having his dagger broken, Fei Shi went straight to the armory, taking the remnants with him to find the soldiers skilled in forging weapons and asked them to repair his dagger.
These soldiers were blacksmiths by trade. They had come to the military camp for the sole purpose of ironwork.
At the moment, they were busy mending the damaged armor and weapons for the military officers, scarcely able to keep up with the demand.
Although Fei Shi was a member of the prince consort’s retinue, repairing armor and weapons was an urgent command from Prince Yi.
Finally, when a soldier finished repairing a piece of armor, Fei Shi hurriedly handed over his dagger.
The soldier took a look and said, "The blade is broken."
Fei Shi asked, "Can’t it be fixed?"
The soldier honestly replied, "It’s difficult. We usually repair blades that are bent or notched. Your dagger, Deputy Commander, is broken like this. It’s hard to reattach, and even if we do, there will be marks."
The main issue was that their current smithing skills weren’t up to par. It was said that in Liang Country, they could join a broken blade seamlessly.
"So, there’s no way to fix it?" Fei Shi asked.
"Melt it down and remake it," the soldier suggested.
"If it’s remade, would it still be the dagger the lord gave me?" Fei Shi felt blocked inside, but there was nothing he could do.
To pry open a small, broken box, to think he had broken the dagger given to him by his lord—it was infuriating!
In the end, Fei Shi chose not to melt down the blade. He took the broken dagger and walked back.
The more he thought about the matter, the angrier he got, and he unwittingly arrived at the place where Gu Jiao was being held.
It was a courtyard in the mansion used for storing miscellaneous items, and true to what the medical officer had said, it was indeed seldom visited by anyone.
However, only fifty paces from the main entrance of the storage courtyard, a large group of soldiers was in training.
Strictly speaking, the defense of the storage courtyard was very tight.
Fei Shi was feeling agitated and inevitably wanted to take out his anger on that Zhan Country soldier.
He arrived in front of Gu Jiao’s room and noticed the guard soldier was missing, causing his brows to furrow.
Since the medical officer said the young man was on his last breath, Fei Shi decided not to fuss over whether his hands should be tied or not. freewebnσvel.cøm
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