Chapter 80 Smelting Mithril
"Lord Nashen, then I can only refine these mithril ores in the castle."
Gervis was a little distressed. Originally, he planned to send it to the blacksmith shop and ask Bernard to help him melt it into mithril. But now it seems that in order to keep it secret, he can only melt it himself in the castle. After all, five carts of mithril are a bit eye-catching, and he is not very clear about Bernard's origins.
"Master Gervis, that would be best. There should be a furnace for forging and smelting iron in the castle. I will help you smelt it later."
Na Shen nodded. This was the best way to keep it secret. Besides, it would be best not to tell even the servants and guards about the mithril. The more people knew about it, the more likely it was to be leaked.
"There should be a furnace, but I don't know if it can still be used. I'll ask the servants to clean it out and take a look later."
Furnaces and blacksmith rooms are standard features of castles in this world. They are work areas specially prepared for wartime. They are used temporarily to forge and repair weapons in case of excessive damage to weapons after being surrounded by the enemy, but they are not used normally.
When Gervis arrived at the castle, he had not yet checked the blacksmith room in the castle, so he didn't know what the situation was. Some nobles would build a very thorough blacksmith room when building the castle, using bluestone to make it no different from an ordinary blacksmith shop. However, some nobles, in order to save money, just built a small wooden house with a furnace inside, and regarded it as a blacksmith room. They never considered the problem that their castle would be surrounded by the enemy one day.
"It should be usable. After all, it is a viscount's castle. Besides, this territory is invaded by orcs every year. Viscount Maqiaoer will definitely be on guard."
However, Nashen was very sure that the blacksmith room in the castle must have been built according to the standard. After all, this territory was not as safe as Gandalf's territory and was always in a dangerous area.
"I hope so."
Gervais smiled and nodded.
"By the way, Lord Nashen, I wonder how Vivian is doing recently?"
After talking about the mithril, Gervis was silent for a while, but he still couldn't help asking Nashen Vivian about her recent situation. When Nashen first came, Gervis wanted to ask, but he was embarrassed to ask because there were so many people around. Now that the business was over and there was no one else in the hall, he asked shamelessly.
"Vivian, I've been riding the horse you gave me to visit Miss Bonita every day recently. I feel much better now! Master Gervis doesn't have to worry."
Na Shen looked at Gervis who looked embarrassed and felt helpless. Although he knew that Gervis had to become the Earl's husband, Vivian was his daughter after all. No father would not feel distressed to see his daughter so sad.
"Is that so? That's good."
Gervis was also a little embarrassed. After all, he was the one who abandoned the other person's daughter, but now he had the audacity to ask about his daughter's current situation. If this happened on Earth, it would be considered the behavior of a scumbag.
"Master Gervis, you don't have to worry too much about Vivian. This girl looks weak on the outside, but she is actually very strong on the inside. Recently, I heard that she has been practicing Dou Qi and has made great progress."
Nashen looked at Gervis's expression with a smile. He had only been there for a day, but only now did he show an expression that was slightly in line with his age, which he found very interesting.
"Master Gervis, you have to be careful recently. After all, Viscount Lanny suffered a great loss this time, and it may be bad for you!"
"Well, Lord Nashen, don't worry. I will pay attention to this aspect. I will go to recruit soldiers tomorrow. When there are more soldiers in the territory, we don't have to worry about Viscount Lanny."
Gervis nodded and agreed with Nashen's words. The camp was destroyed, the caravan was robbed, nearly a hundred people were killed, and several titled knights were killed. Anyone would be furious. Even the loss of the mithril would make him unable to sleep for half a month.
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Next, Gervis and Nashen continued to chat in the hall for more than ten minutes until Thomas came to remind them that the food was ready, and then Gervis and Nashen went to the restaurant.
During the meal, Gervis asked Thomas to go to the blacksmith's room to check and clean it. The news that Thomas brought back after checking did not disappoint Gervis. The blacksmith's room in the castle was well maintained. It was a house built of bluestone. There was not only a small furnace needed for forging, but also a large furnace for smelting ore.
This made Gervis very happy. At least the smelting of ore could be done in the castle, which would reduce the risk of leakage. So he asked Thomas to send the servants to light the furnace first, and then go to smelt the ore as soon as they finished eating.
When Gervis and Nashen filled their stomachs and came to the front yard together, they found that the long-brewing rainstorm had finally arrived. Raindrops as big as beans poured down from the sky like beads, hitting the land that had been dry for a long time, making the land muddy in an instant.
Led by the servants, Gervis came to the castle's blacksmith room, which was at the very end of the vestibule and was built with bluestones. Even the roof was paved with large stone slabs.
From this we can see that the Viscount Majoor family put a lot of effort into this castle. The slate roof is not only strong but also fireproof, which can ensure that it will not be destroyed during war.
The stone house was not big, only about 50 square meters. After five carts of ore were piled up, it seemed very crowded. The furnace in the house was already burning red. After Gervis dismissed all the servants, he and Nashen began to throw the ore into the red-hot furnace. Fortunately, they were bronze knights. A piece of ore the size of a basketball weighed at least dozens of kilograms, and there was no place to hold it, but the two of them could lift it easily with a light lift with the blessing of fighting spirit.
Gervis and Nashen kept throwing ore into the red-hot solution. As time went by, liquid mithril slowly gathered in the groove below.
Mithril is a very peculiar metal. If used alone, its hardness is not much stronger than silver. At most, it is only much better at transmitting fighting spirit. However, if it is added to iron and mixed together, the performance of the iron can be improved several times. According to the description that Gervis got from the book, the strength of equipment made of mithril can reach the hardness and toughness of military armor in later generations.
This is incredible, but whether this intensity can be achieved, Gervis has not verified it and cannot guarantee it. The above speculation is only derived from the story in the book.
If such armor is used to equip the army, even a thin layer can directly withstand an ordinary attack from a low-level bronze knight. However, the mithril in this world is monopolized by the church and is very expensive, so only some great nobles will forge a small amount of mithril weapons and armor to reward meritorious heroes. However, they are also very rare. Even the iron armor of Gervis's cheap father is not made of mithril.
(End of this chapter)
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