Becoming an apprentice in the forging workshop was a simple and smooth process for you.
Your father, Rock Kyle, agreed to Jack's suggestion, and you passed the interview at the forge.
You don't need to complete any complicated trials; simply, as before, in front of numerous craftsmen, you personally forge a spearhead.
"Hiss... This kid is terrifying!"
The master craftsman in the workshop gasped. As for what he had just said? It was something the exploration team had unearthed from the ruins, supposedly the content of a hero's story from another world.
The other craftsmen had similar expressions, exactly the same as Jack and his companions had done before, wondering if they were still dreaming or not.
Of course, in the end they came to terms with reality and accepted you, the youngest apprentice in the forging workshop.
Time flies, four years have passed.
"I'm off work, boss, I'm going home now."
"Okay, it's time. Go home for dinner. Just come back on time tomorrow."
The boy left his forging station and stretched his muscles, which were slightly sore from a day's work.
He is Evan Kyle, who apprenticed under Jack and, after four years of forging work, has gone from an ordinary apprentice to a regular craftsman in the forging workshop. He also receives full subsidies for food and other necessities, making him the second highest earner in his family.
Well, first and foremost, it's his father, Rock Kyle, since the Homeguards risked their lives fighting the Dark Eclipse.
"Although forging is enjoyable, it's actually quite tiring. Some people's demands are really troublesome..."
Evan recalled his work just now: a Homeguard had been fighting the Dark Erosion Beast too hard and hadn't considered the enemy's situation.
"The hard shell covers most of the body, and the prototype is a creature known as a tortoise."
"You think you can deal with this thing with a greatsword? Why don't you just wait for your spear-wielding teammates to stab it in? What's the point of smashing it against its shell like that?"
Wielding the greatsword, he launched a full-force attack on the Dark Erosion Beast's carapace. Good news! He successfully shattered the shell. The weight of the greatsword, combined with the guard's strength, tore apart the flesh inside.
The bad news is that this greatsword had already been used for a while, and had been used to cut meat and bones quite a few times.
Therefore, this head-on collision broke the blade, leaving a large nick that is basically irreparable.
In this situation, the blacksmith's only solution is to take the metal fragments and the remaining blade of the greatsword back to melt them down and reforge them, adding other metals to forge a new greatsword.
This task was assigned to Evan, and he then came to a profound understanding of why homeguards wielding greatswords rarely received a friendly look from the craftsmen in the forge.
It's very convenient to replace a broken spearhead with a new one. It's such a small thing, and Evan can make one in ten minutes now. The quality is also top-notch among craftsmen.
He spent the entire afternoon working on the greatsword, but it's still not finished. He'll have to keep working on it tomorrow morning.
"Greatswords are indeed troublesome weapons."
That's what they say, but Evan's mood wasn't as bad as he'd imagined.
He felt a deep sense of pleasure every time he struck metal, every time he changed the structure of metal with a forging hammer.
Forging is not just a job, but also a pleasure.
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