What did Evan see deep within the forging workshop?
He saw the racks where weapons were displayed, with rows of neatly arranged equipment needed to defend the homeland.
Primarily armed with spears, but also including some greatswords and long knives; their smooth metal surfaces reflect a cold light.
The shields and armor were placed in order on the table next to them, waiting for their users to collect them.
Evan also noticed that some of the weapons had strange symbols engraved on them, which were integrated with the metal, giving these weapons a special kind of beauty.
"So many weapons... why are they mainly spears?"
"Because spears are good things. Even a greenhorn who can't swing a greatsword can at least grab the shaft and thrust the spearhead forward."
Besides, spears don't use as much material as other weapons; only the top section is metal, and the rest can be made of special wood.
The amount of material needed to make one greatsword could make countless guns; the difference is enormous.
"By the way, Evan, if you ever want to join Homeguards, I suggest you practice with a tree branch at home first. The first lesson for new recruits is using a gun."
Evan nodded; Jack's explanation gave him a general idea of the situation.
The two continued walking forward, and ahead was the craftsman's workbench. Evan saw someone heating a steel ingot and repeatedly forging it, and the prototype of the spearhead was soon formed.
The craftsman heated the rough metal again, and as he picked up the kettle to drink water, he noticed Evan's presence.
"Hey Jack, who's this? Is he your relative? Be careful, it's very hot in here, don't hurt the child."
"No, no, Evan is a friend's son. He said he was curious about our workshop. Evan... no, Evan, what are you doing? The forging table is not for little kids like you to play with."
As Jack was talking to his colleague, he turned around and saw Evan pick up a hammer and a metal ingot from the forging table.
The height of the forging table was just right for these craftsmen, but Evan, at his age, still had a lot of room for growth in height. The forging table used by apprentices was only slightly lower than his shoulders. It wasn't that he couldn't use it, but this height difference would make forging particularly inconvenient.
The weight of the forging hammer was, in theory, somewhat inconvenient for Evan to use.
But for some reason, the moment Evan stood in front of the forging table and picked up the hammer, he felt that everything had changed.
"clang……"
The furnace was very hot, and the metal ingot was red-hot in no time. Then Evan raised his hand and swung his hammer.
He adjusted his stance intuitively, changed his hammer-wielding technique, and smoothed out the impact of that height.
The weight of the hammer? The heavy hammer seemed much lighter in Evan's hands; each swing didn't require much effort.
Standing here, at the moment he began forging, Evan felt an endless stream of power surging through his body.
"Clang, clang, clang..."
With a series of rapid taps, the appearance of the metal ingot was gradually changed, transforming into the spearhead that the craftsman had previously forged.
What did I see?
Jack and her colleagues initially wanted to stop him, but Evan's actions made them abandon their previous idea.
A child who was new to forging actually displayed forging skills that surpassed many apprentices.
They wanted to shout that this was not scientific, but the facts were undeniable.
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