Legendary Armament Canon

Chapter 49: Horse Slaying Saber Completed a Kill

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

“Haitang, from today onward, you will stay in the 0th Workshop and serve Superintendent Zhou!” Yin Wuyou said lightly.

Then Zhou Shu heard a clear voice.

“Yes, Your Highness.”

Only then did Zhou Shu notice that there was a pretty little maidservant behind Yin Wuyou!

The little maid looked around fifteen or sixteen years old, about the same age as Yin Wuyou. She had a snow-white complexion and a pretty face.

In Zhou Shu’s previous life, she would be the school belle of a high school. How could she be a servant?

When did the Forging Division’s workshop have maids?

He had never seen Xiao Zongshui, Li Hongyuan, or the other senior superintendents use maidservants in their workshops. As for whether they had maidservants their residences outside, Zhou Shu didn’t know.

This wasn’t the problem. The problem was, what was the meaning of the princess suddenly giving a maid to a small workshop superintendent?

This maid was clearly Yin Wuyou’s own maid.

He remembered that in ancient times, there was a phrase called ‘accompanying maid’…

Could Yin Wuyou like me?

Zhou Shu gave himself a slap, waking him up from his beautiful dream. What am I thinking? Other than being a little handsome, what else could make others like me?

“Superintendent Zhou, why did you hit yourself?” A crisp voice sounded in Zhou Shu’s ears. The pretty little maid was looking at him strangely.

As for Yin Wuyou, she had already disappeared.

This woman looked like a fairy, and her actions were like a fairy. She came and went without a trace!

“It’s nothing. I just wanted to see if I’m dreaming!” Zhou Shu said perfunctorily.

“Then, do you want me to hit you?” The maid was eager to give it a try.

“No, thank you!” Zhou Shu took half a step back and distanced himself from the not-so-reliable maid.

Looking at the little maid, Zhou Shu felt a headache. Yin Wuyou didn’t give me a chance to refuse and directly left her here. What should I do now?

This was a workshop of the Forging Division, and there were men stinking of sweat everywhere. Wasn’t a beautiful girl here too eye-catching?

Those fellows liked to be topless when they were working. Some of them didn’t even wear clothes!

The thought of having this little maid face such a scene made Zhou Shu’s eyes burn.

Should I leave her in my place?

Usually, no Forging Apprentice dared to go to his own backyard. But then again, when he was forging, he would often not wear a shirt.

He didn’t mind being looked at, but the problem was that the other party was just a young girl. He would feel guilty…

“Um, your name is Haitang, right?” Zhou Shu said. “I don’t need anyone to serve me here. You can go back.”

“I can’t. Her Highness has ordered me. If I go back, I will be beaten to death,” Haitang said bluntly.

Zhou Shu felt a headache coming on. Is she that cruel?

“Alright then. Tell me first. What can you do?” Zhou Shu asked calmly.

“Can you cook?”

“No!”

“Do you know how to do laundry?”

“No!”

“Sweeping the floor?”

“There are palace maids in charge of cleaning the palace. I’ve never done it before!”

“Aren’t you a maid? If you can’t do it, then what can you do?”

“I can dress Her Highness!”

Zhou Shu was completely speechless. Is this a maid or a princess?

She can’t do anything, but you want her to serve me?

Zhou Shu suspected that Yin Wuyou was deliberately targeting him!

“Go back. I don’t need someone to dress me—”

“If I go back, I’ll be beaten to death!” Haitang looked as though she was about to cry, and tears were welling up in her eyes.

Zhou Shu let out a long sigh. What the hell is going on?

When Haitang saw Zhou Shu’s expression, a sly smile flashed across her face.

When Zhou Shu looked over, she frowned again. “Her Highness said that I can warm the bed too…”

Zhou Shu rolled his eyes. He wasn’t a prick. He really couldn’t do that to an underage girl!

“Stop, you can stay,” Zhou Shu said. “But I’ll be frank. The conditions here are incomparable to those in the palace. If there’s nothing important, stay in the backyard and don’t come out casually.”

Recently, Zhang Yibei and the others wouldn’t be working at the 0th Workshop. At most, he would just forge in the factory.

“No, Her Highness said that I have to follow you. I have to serve you closely,” Haitang said.

“Will you follow me if I take a bath or go to the toilet?” Zhou Shu was speechless.

“I’ll guard the door!” Haitang blushed slightly, but she still spoke.

Zhou Shu was really speechless. Is she here to serve me or to monitor me?

Has my successive creation of new weapons finally attracted the attention of the higher-ups?

But that’s not right either. With Yin Wuyou’s identity, if she really suspects me, she could just capture me and torture me.

Sending a delicate little maid over, isn’t she afraid of me hitting her?

Bah!

I’m not a dog!

Zhou Shu rubbed his chin and sized up Haitang. He felt something was off.

Could Yin Wuyou have realized my genius and want to use a beauty trap to tie me down?

If you want to use the beauty trap, you can do it yourself. It will be several times more effective than using this little maid!

“Follow me if you must. But I’ll be frank with you. When I forge, you must stay far away from me. Otherwise, I won’t be responsible if the hammer injures you.” Zhou Shu said in annoyance.

Haitang blinked. “Don’t worry. It won’t hurt me. I’m very quick-witted!”

…

In an ordinary alley in the capital of Great Xia…

Amid the screeching of wheels, a greenish-gray carriage slowly entered.

The person driving the carriage was a middle-aged man with a common face. The man had a bitter expression, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to be carved by a knife.

The carriage stopped, and the coachman turned around and whispered to the carriage, “Young Master, we’re here.”

“A’San, you’ve been with me for twelve years. I’m old and no longer a young master.” A sigh came from the carriage.

“Twelve years, nine months, and eight days. Young Master is Young Master. No matter how old you are, you are still Young Master,” the coachman said.

“Twelve years, nine months, and eight days. It turns out that every day you spend by my side is so torturous.” The voice in the carriage was full of emotion. “You must have been counting the days, right?”

The coachman’s eyes flickered. He slowly straightened his back. A moment ago, he was still an honest coachman. But now, he seemed to have changed into another person.

He alighted from the carriage slowly, as if he was afraid of causing a misunderstanding.

“Do you know?” the coachman said in a low voice.

“Eleven years ago, I lost my footing and fell into a river. You were the one who saved me. That time, you almost sank to the bottom of the river.

“Nine years ago, I was assassinated. You used your body to block the assassin for me. The wound on your right shoulder probably left a permanent scar.

“Five years ago, my old ailment relapsed. It was you who rushed five hundred kilometers to invite the divine doctor back…

“Three years ago, I was surrounded by barbarians on White Peak Mountain. It was you who desperately covered my retreat…

“You said that you don’t fancy high positions or rewards, and you only want to be my coachman. I respected your thoughts.

“How I wish that all of this never happened. How I wish that this was still the time when I first met you!”

The voice inside the carriage wasn’t answering. Instead, the man was speaking to himself.

The coachman’s eyelids drooped. “You now know that I have ulterior motives.”

“I’ve always pretended not to know. But now, I can’t continue to pretend.” The voice was full of sorrow. “Son of the Minister of War of Great Wei, you were originally also a young master, but you’ve been suffering by my side for twelve years. Why bother?”

“Now that things have come to this, it’s useless to say anything,” the coachman said in a low voice. “But I won’t surrender just like that!

“Although you’ve never fought before, I know that you’re not as weak as the rumors say. If I have to die, I’d rather die by your hands,” the coachman said coldly. With a flip of his wrist, an arm-length dagger appeared in his hand.

His aura continued to rise. Ninth rank, eighth rank, seventh rank!

In the blink of an eye, the aura emitted from his body was no weaker than that of a sixth-rank martial artist!

“Come, let me see how powerful you are!” the coachman shouted. Then he slashed forward with his dagger, and a dazzling blade light struck the carriage like a mountain.

“As you wish!” In the carriage, these words were spoken with impact.

Crack!

The carriage seemed to be struck by an invisible force and exploded into pieces.

An even more dazzling saber light suddenly shot out from the carriage.

Boom!

The two saber lights collided, and the impact dispersed into invisible forces that hit the walls on both sides of the alley, producing crackling sounds.

The expression on the coachman’s face froze. His eyes flashed with relief and guilt.

Then a line of blood appeared between his eyebrows.

“Indeed—” As he uttered his last word, his body collapsed to the ground, and his aura gradually dissipated.

A scholarly man in his thirties appeared from the ruins of the carriage, carrying a saber that didn’t match his disposition. Tears were flowing out of his eyes. Before they even fell to the ground, they were already evaporated by an invisible force.

“Have a safe journey!” The elegant man muttered to himself. The next moment, he raised his saber and turned around to leave.

…

[The Horse Slaying Saber you forged effectively completed a kill. You are rewarded with the cultivation technique: the Golden Bell Shield!]

The moment the coachman collapsed to the ground, Zhou Shu, far away in the outskirts of the capital, suddenly saw a barrage of messages.

Mysterious information instantly surged into Zhou Shu’s mind, causing him to freeze on the spot.

“Superintendent Zhou, what’s wrong? Are you alright?” Haitang, who was following by Zhou Shu’s side, yelled when she saw him suddenly freeze on the spot.

Zhou Shu didn’t notice that at this moment, Haitang was actually emitting the aura of a ranked martial artist.

Her gaze instantly became incomparably sharp, and two daggers appeared in her hands as she looked around vigilantly.