Upon hearing this, Isaac instinctively stood even straighter, the tall knight puffing out his chest and raising his head like a soldier awaiting inspection.
For some reason, he felt a little nervous, but he still tried to remain calm and asked, "What's the problem?"
"Don't be afraid, it's very simple." Observing the other party's performance, Yun Wei turned around and said with a smile, "It is known that a mithril ingot, when stretched and folded once, becomes two relatively thick silver rods. How many times do you need to repeat this process to obtain a thousand silver wires?"
Isaac didn't know.
When Yun Wei leaned against him with peace of mind, he had already stopped thinking.
Amidst the other party's smug urging, the distracted knight replied uncertainly, "Five hundred times."
"If we still can't finish smoking by tomorrow morning, we won't be able to sleep tonight." Yun Wei was about to tease Isaac, but then he saw that the other was clearly lost in thought.
It wouldn't be accurate to say he was daydreaming, because the handsome and cool knight was staring at him intently, without blinking.
It was that same look from someone who was "attacking Yunwei" again.
He was struck by the other person's charm again.
The itch originating from his heart connected directly to his tailbone, transmitting this trembling, tingling sensation to every part of his body. Even his fingertips, pressed against the seam of his trousers, seemed to tremble slightly under this throbbing.
Yun Wei casually looked away and said in a hoarse voice, "You're so stupid, it only takes ten times."
Two to the power of ten is already more than a thousand, but clearly when it is to the power of five, the number is still far from one hundred.
Just like Isaac's attraction to him.
He initially thought he could control himself, but now it's becoming increasingly difficult for him to restrain himself.
He was like the frog prince bathing in lukewarm water, or the king placing grains of wheat on the chessboard with the wise old man. Only when he looked back did he realize that his love for the other person had penetrated to the bone.
Yun Wei slightly raised his chin.
In his half-closed gaze, he seemed to see the turbulent undercurrent in Isaac's eyes.
Everything should have gone smoothly, but just then, the 'silk-drawing machine,' having finished its work, started yelling incoherently, reminding them that it was time to move on to the next step.
Yun Wei suddenly realized what was happening and looked at Isaac, who was standing right in front of her, blushing with embarrassment.
He quickly ran to the machine, took out the ball of silver thread that had been stretched into thousands of fine strands, placed it on the operating table, and tied it tightly with three straw ropes about the thickness of three fingers.
Then, suppressing the surging emotions in his heart, he began to slowly chant the incantation:
"The dew is clear and the water is plentiful. We pray that the purest and gentlest water will rush forth and surge into an incomparably sharp divine weapon."
As he chanted in a hoarse, deep voice, a stream of water extended from the magic circle at his fingertips.
Unlike the gentle 'water control technique', the azure water was surging back and forth at high speed, like an extremely sharp water sword.
This was precisely the level six water magic he had learned from reading the meters:
The sharpness of water.
In reality, this spell causes enemies to surge back and forth between each other, rapidly cutting them apart; it is an extremely rare and violent spell among water-based spells.
Yun Wei chose to use this magic at this moment simply because he didn't want the sound of cutting metal to be too jarring in the night.
Yun Wei manipulated the water sword to cut off both ends of the mithril dough placed on the platform.
The process was so smooth that Yun Wei was a little scared.
He has not yet used this magic in actual combat, but now it seems that this spell is probably extremely powerful.
Mithril is exceptionally soft, and when stretched into thousands of fine strands, it breaks instantly. Once the ends are cut off, the thousands of strands slowly scatter like flower stamens blooming.
Fortunately, Yunwei had already tied them together with straw ropes.
After completing the cutting, he dispelled the water sword from his fingertips, but carefully picked up the mithril thread and handed it to Isaac.
Yun Wei said somewhat nervously, "Give it a try, Isa, infuse it with fire-attribute battle qi."
Each mithril wire is three-colored, but under tension, the pure mithril portion used to separate them becomes barely visible.
Isaac nodded, grabbed one end of the mithril wire bundle, and forcefully shook it diagonally downwards.
The exceptionally soft silk bundles stretched taut under his forceful swing, and as fiery red power surged from his palm, the mithril threads gradually glowed crimson from near to far.
But Yun Wei noticed the sudden stunned expression on the other person's face. The expression was so strange that Yun Wei's heart, which had just settled down, suddenly jumped up again.
He asked nervously, "What's wrong, Issa?"
Isaac glanced at Yun Wei and said, "I've discovered that they can withstand a far greater amount of battle qi than greatswords of the same level... Can I continue to increase the amount of battle qi I input?"
Yun Wei gave a no-questions-asked gesture. "Of course. But we should still be careful. If it gets totaled, Joseph and I will have to work overtime again."
Isaac chuckled. "I know what I'm doing. Don't worry, Cloud."
Then, under Yun Wei's tense gaze, the opponent gradually increased the input of battle qi.
With the continuous infusion of battle qi, each of the three-colored silver threads seemed to expand. The originally somewhat flexible bundle of mithril threads now resembled a large bunch of infinitely sharp steel needles, dangerous and straight.
It's like a torch lit in the darkness.
Yun Wei was worried that they might suddenly explode at any moment, but when he saw Isaac's resolute and steady eyes, he felt that his worries were completely unnecessary.
Fortunately, Isaac stopped inputting battle aura not long after.
As the fiery red battle aura slowly faded, the mithril threads gradually dimmed, returning to their state before they were amplified.
Yun Wei quickly and carefully took the still slightly warm bundle of mithril threads, and looked up to ask, "How is it?"
Isaac replied, "They can withstand at least twice the amount of battle aura, and I haven't even used my full strength yet. But that's enough to easily unleash combat techniques of the fifth rank and below."
Seeing that Yun Wei didn't quite understand, Isaac patiently explained it to him.
Unlike mages who can cast spells even without their staffs, warriors' combat skills are heavily reliant on their weapons.
To be precise, it's because ordinary weapons can't withstand high-level battle qi. Under the sudden pressure of the injected battle qi, ordinary weapons are easily damaged.
Of course, experienced warriors can unleash more advanced combat techniques than ordinary people even when wielding low-level weapons, because their control over battle aura is more refined.
However, generally speaking, most weapons can only support combat skills at level three or below.
Enchanted weapons generally support levels five and below.
As for weapons capable of withstanding level seven battle qi, they are all called 'sacred artifacts,' meaning—
The Sword Saint's weapon.
Yun Wei nodded thoughtfully.
“From this perspective, we can basically complete the task.” He looked at Isaac, but asked, “Isaac, could you help me forge this bundle of mithril wire into a sword blank?”
This was too difficult for him, because it not only required rigorous training, but also careful control of the force to avoid breaking the circuits on the mithril wire.
"Yes, of course I'll go with you." Seeing the other person raise an eyebrow and look over, Yun Wei felt a little embarrassed. "It's okay, you don't need to be too nervous. There are notes on forging techniques over there, I'll get them for you right away—"
But before he could finish speaking, Isaac interrupted him.
The other person replied, "No need. I learned forging in a tribe in the far north."
Before he could finish speaking, Isaac crossed his arms at the hem of his shirt and casually took off his clothes.
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