Chapter 118 Forging

After Del left, Nick pulled out a gray leather bag and dumped its contents onto the table.

A pile of gray spiritual energy, with very little white; a few ellipsoidal dark red jade stones, which, if you look closely, are clearly eyeballs; a few brown animal skins covered with red writing, and a few fist-sized, white jade skulls, the eye sockets of the bones did not seem to be hollow, and there were black vortices slowly rotating inside.

"This time we got more than twice as much spiritual essence as last time." The priest gathered the spiritual essence together and put it back into the bag. He picked up a stone and continued, "This is a crystallized evil eye. The bones and flesh of the evil creature decayed quickly after its death. Only these three usable evil eyes are left. They can be sold to those warlocks. They should be worth three or four spiritual coins. After making the spiritual coins, give Geralt one more spiritual coin."

"This kind of skull is made by imprisoning souls with evil necromancy. It can be handed over to the church in exchange for some bounty."

"As for these animal skins, they record how trainers train their pets. These pagan methods are somewhat different from what I have seen before."

"Have you translated it?" Clown picked up the animal skin and carefully identified the words on it: "This seems to be the Hermetic language. Do the cultists know this?"

"It is indeed the Hermetic language. This language is the common language in the occult world. The occult documents collected by organizations with a long history are all recorded in this language. These cultists also have a very long history, and the spells of the warlocks are also in the Hermetic language.

I will make two copies of the translation, one for you and one for Geralt."

"Did you learn Hermetic in church?"

"Of course, the church's library has a lot of secret knowledge. As long as you have enough authority and contribution," Nick took back the hide, "I can't teach you these. You can only go to the library in person to borrow them when we return to the Holy Fire Cathedral to report on our work."

"I don't know what it will be like to return to the Cathedral of the Holy Fire. I have never been to a big city."

"You'll be shocked. Compared to this small town, it's a completely different world." Nick's eyes sparkled. He paused and continued, "I don't think it will be comfortable to return to the Holy Fire Cathedral. The Rhine Diocese is very large. With so many people concentrated there and so many clergy, there won't be enough churches to accommodate them.

I think we will be assigned to work in the court. The church will only provide basic benefits, and we will get more compensation by completing tasks."

Do I have to go to the big city to be a social animal? Klauen was speechless for a moment. I had been so involuntarily in my previous life. Do I have to go down the same path again when I come here? ! "Don't worry. We will have more channels to obtain resources when we return to Rhine City. You can also make potions and live a comfortable life. Unlike me, I only have combat skills. Although I can enchant high-level items, I don't have any high-level blacksmiths or artifact makers to cooperate with. I can only survive in the church."

"I hope so." Crowne understood that big cities do have more opportunities, but the competition is also greater. With so many people, the competition is fierce, and it's hard not to get involved.

He still needs to figure out a way to earn income while sleeping.

Life is not easy, and he has to face the approaching footsteps of the evil god. He wants to live as comfortably as possible, not worrying about various resources, and just need to work hard to gain experience.

Clown pulled out his weapon and placed it on the table, saying, "I just discovered at noon that this star-patterned steel sword is unusable. I clearly took good care of it after the battle."

The weapon that once shone with a cold glow now looked dull, as if it had been buried in the ground for many years and had only recently seen the light of day. There were small notches on the blade and pits all over the sword body.

Nick picked up the weapon and gently stroked it with his fingers:

"It must have been corroded during the battle with the evil creature. There are many kinds of unknown toxins in the body of a living flesh-and-blood alchemy monster that can quickly cause objects to decay. If you hadn't injected the source of life into this sword, it would have decayed even faster."

"I asked Geralt, and he said there was nothing wrong with his weapon. The witcher's sword oil can effectively prevent this kind of corrosion. I plan to buy some sword oil from him as a backup. I originally wanted to buy the sword oil formula, but he refused."

The priest laughed and said, "It's understandable to buy other people's eggs, but if you want to buy someone else's old hen, no normal person would sell it."

"Maybe the stakes I offered were too low. I'll talk to him about it later. Killing monsters and collecting bounties is making money, and selling sword oil is also making money. The Demon Hunter Organization doesn't seem to have a code of keeping sword oil secret."

“I hope you succeed.”

"If there is a market prospect, I will make him an offer he can't refuse." Crown scratched his head. "What should I do now? Do you have any spare weapons?"

"I only have one one-handed hammer left as a spare. Do you want to practice using it first? In the church's combat system, priests mainly use flails and hammers, while warriors use long swords. One uses a blunt weapon and the other a sharp weapon, which complement each other. This way, we can deal with any type of monster we encounter."

Upon hearing this, Clown nodded in agreement. He knew very well how powerful basic swordsmanship could be when it reached the highest level. He also had the idea of ​​learning another heavy weapon.

It is good to learn how to use a hammer, as it can be used in blacksmithing.

"Hey, I'll give it to you. I still don't believe that you have a high talent for hammer training!"

Nick dug out a square hammer the size of a human head. The hammer face was dark and plain without any patterns or decorations, and one side was engraved with the holy emblem of fire.

"Although this hammer may not look impressive, it is made of tungsten iron, the same material as the flail."

The priest raised the hammer and said with a smile: "The hammer technique is much simpler. Watch carefully. It is divided into smashing, beating, charging, hanging and sweeping."

Because they were indoors, Nick's drill was only in form. After he performed it twice, he asked, "How is it? Do you remember it?"

"Remember," Crown reached out to take the sledgehammer and swung it twice. It was heavier than he thought, and he couldn't help but frown.

If you use this kind of weapon to fight for a long time, you may get tired before you defeat the enemy.

Nick laughed secretly in his heart. This was the sledgehammer he used to build strength. It was indeed a bit heavy and it was difficult to fight for a long time.

He wanted the other party to give up when faced with difficulties, and understand that human energy is limited, and taking too many things into account will only consume one's own talents.

He had learned a lot of different moves, and his teacher had told him that practicing a weapon to the extreme would bring about special insights. The same power and the same weapon would cause significantly different damages.

Later, the teacher taught him a harsh lesson with a sword, and finally allowed him to choose only one weapon to specialize in.

"Hmm," he coughed twice and said seriously:

"Go back and practice with it. This kind of weapon can cause more damage due to its weight, provided you can hit the target. Because the swinging speed is much slower than light weapons like swords, it is especially important to choose the right time. Practice these things more and slowly understand them."

"I suggest you ask Del to help you forge a two-handed sword of sufficient weight, so as not to waste your talent in swordsmanship."

"I'll practice for a few days to see the effect," Crown picked up the sledgehammer, said goodbye to the priest and left.

"Take this sword and let Del see if he can melt it and forge another sword."

. . . .

Three days later, in the blacksmith shop.

In a corner of the room, a tied-up iron-eating beast stared at the two humans in front of it with hatred in its eyes.

It stood up and ate the iron ore in its mouth, with the fierce light in its eyes becoming more and more obvious.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Crown was shirtless, hammering a piece of iron forging material to make an arrowhead.

In the past few days, he has learned the entire forging process, from ore selection to forging, and he knows all the steps clearly.

He wanted to use the priest's hammer to learn forging and practice hammering, but found that it was not feasible. With his strength and the weight of the hammer, he could break the big stone used as a pad in a few strokes.

It’s not bad now. He uses a slightly lighter forging hammer and doesn’t feel very tired after forging for half a day. He is also getting better and better at hammering.

He has now found the skill of forging. He uses his calves to exert force, which is then transmitted to his thighs, through his waist, back, and arms, before being released. He swings the hammer with all his strength and hits the iron ingot.

Use your arm to swing the hammer along with the recoil force, and when you reach the most comfortable swing angle, repeat the previous action.

"Tap, tap, tap", the sound of blacksmithing is monotonous but has a special rhythm. Crown's strength is sufficient, and the impurities in the iron billet are quickly eliminated during forging and quenching.

Del was pulling the bellows with all his strength, and beads of sweat were pouring down his face.

The other party's forging speed was so fast that he could finish three or four days' work in one day, and he was not lazy at all.

Fortunately, he has been promoted to the extraordinary level, otherwise the work of pulling the bellows would have exhausted him to death.

Del wiped the sweat off his face with a towel and said with a smile, "Sir, the molten iron in this furnace is all used up. Are you tired? Let's take a break."

"Not tired," Crown, who was immersed in his iron work, replied without thinking. He glanced at the towel dripping with water in the other's hand and laughed, "But you can take a break."

"The water is all gone. I'll go get some more," Del trotted out.

Crown put down the forging hammer, stretched his arms, and sat down to rest.

A light gold color came into view, and I glanced at the left and right sides of the golden wall.

[Basic Hammer Technique: 1737/2000; Level 2]

[Forging: 789/1000; Level 1]

Because the breathing method lacked the next stage of training, he spent the rest of his time in the blacksmith shop besides meditating on the Golden Light Mantra in the prayer hall these days.

Learn some forging, practice hammering, and life is very fulfilling.

Many things in the world have something in common, and his experience in swordsmanship can provide a lot of reference for practicing hammer techniques.

Originally, Crown just wanted to learn the basics of forging so that he could swing a hammer and forge arrows.

However, the soldiers' weapons and armor will be damaged during battle, and it is too troublesome to find a blacksmith to repair them. The priest said that he needed to find a senior blacksmith in the church for help, and he even needed to make an appointment. If he encountered a fierce battle, he would not have the time to wait.

Since he had talent, he might as well work hard to improve his proficiency in forging. In this way, when he became a senior blacksmith, he could make armor for himself without having to ask for help from others.

He was checking out the past few days' harvest when Nick walked in.

The priest pointed at the cute looking iron-eating beast in the corner and said: "I find that this beast is becoming more and more docile."

Clown's eyes returned to normal and he sneered, "It didn't look like this before you came."

(End of this chapter)