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Chapter 98 0097: Blacksmith Arthur

He stared at it reverently for a long time before making a move.

There is the emblem of the Dewar tribe on the box: three abstract ancient furnaces, basic secret pattern graphics, and a mottled and simple giant hammer.

"My lord, I am the orphan of Nukamanda."

Ken heard Arthur whisper a prayer.

"I ask you to open the mountain path to the gods, so that mortals can admire the pinnacle of skill."

According to the tradition, he would report his bloodline to the old gods, and mention his teacher, the outstanding spirit craftsman Vorchell, and the remnant soul of the dwarf craftsman 0.

Arthur pried off the iron buckle face to face.

The top cover of the wooden box was lifted, exposing the silver "paste" inside.

If Langz stood here, he would definitely think the stuff stuffed inside was dirt!
But how could Arthur have traveled such a long distance with a pile of junk on his back?

[Material: Slag]

[Quality: Legend]

[The material used to make the inner wall of the furnace has been warmed for many years, and it is the base embryo of top quality. 】

Ken was dumbfounded to himself.

He didn't expect that the poor Worchell would leave such a rich fortune to his apprentice. The rare legend material should be the life savings of the old spirit craftsman.

With a painful expression on his face, Arthur leaned over and rested his forehead on the [Fire Mud].

Ken asked Marengu:
Vorchell was stripped of his craftsman spirit by the old gods because of forging [Dawn and Dusk]. Now he has become a disabled old man. The workshop will take care of his daily life, but the biggest harm is not physical.

"You can ask for any needs, pack up your mood, and climb that peak of skill for your teacher."

Ken comforted.

Since he is holding [Dawn and Dusk], he will never forget the promise he made.

The blacksmith shop is equipped with a [warehouse], in which the forging materials accumulated so far are piled up. The cargo lane outside the window of the stone house can lead directly to the barracks, and all the captured trophies will be open to it.

Arthur finally regained his composure, and then ignited a 【Mass Crushed Stone】.

The warm orange light flickered slowly, like a pilgrim on the Prayer Peak, holding up a torch soaked in animal oil.

Ken stayed put and watched.

Arthur used the [Feather Knife] to cut out a complete piece of [Furnace Mud], then turned around and walked in, pasted the silver mud on the inner wall of the furnace, scraped it neatly, then returned to the original place, and repeated the action just now...

"Just like a tinkerer."

Half of the silver paste in the wooden box was dug out, and the Feather Knife swiped again, but was blocked by something.

Ken saw a hard object through the crack, which should have been deliberately embedded in the middle.

Arthur pried it out and found that it was a heavy hammer with the length of an arm. It was engraved with the private seal of Marengu Workshop, and there was an inscription on the handle: Keep in mind the original intention and choose your path.

"It's here."

Arthur recognized it immediately.

[Common Sense: Returning Ceremony]

[When someone takes the oath to become a spirit craftsman, in addition to the "iron ring" that symbolizes skill, he will also be given a set of exclusive tools. 】

Arthur smiled. In his memory, the teacher basically only used the thin knife to carve the magic circle.

"According to the tradition of the Dua tribe, there should be a brand-new forging hammer. I asked the teacher, and he said that he had disappeared a long time ago. Hehe, he really lied to me."

He put the thing on the anvil, reached out to touch the writing on the handle, and then wrapped it with vines dipped in secret oil.

[Follower Arthur gets the special item "Forging Hammer". 】

"I have a lot of drawings in my mind. In theory, as long as you can provide the materials, I can make what you want. If the blacksmith shop is idle, I will take my apprentices to make up for the missing tools in the tribe. Doing chores that hone their craft."

Arthur talked a lot more.

"We'll talk about expansion when you recruit more people."

Ken took these things down.

Arthur took out another bottle of potion and poured it on the forging hammer's coat of arms.

He rolled up his sleeves with a serious expression, pressing the wet hammerhead against his wheat-colored skin.

Zi, Zi, Zi.

Ken had seen this done in the Dungeon on the Bookshelf.

Sure enough, after the forging hammer was removed, it left a complete and clear black mark.

"I'm not greedy for your resources."

After Arthur finished speaking, he took out the iron piece that had been carved earlier.

Ken is quite familiar with this figure, it is on his right hand, because it is the emblem of Thornton Kaya.

"Zhan Jing, what I want is that you never stop."

[Follower loyalty increased. 】

Arthur knelt down on one knee and, with Ken watching, left the badge on his other arm.

[The young workshop apprentice finally determined his own path. 】

He seemed to be more mature and stable. With the migration of troops, his body became stronger, and he already showed the temperament of a seasoned craftsman.

The work of applying the mud takes a lot of time.

Ken didn't stay long.

He asked about the materials that were in short supply recently, and left the stone house.

Blacksmith shops have limited productivity, at least they have to reach the scale of workshops in order to keep up with the rhythm of the army.

[Task: Mining]

[Progress: unlimited time]

[Tribal development needs resources, and quarrying and prospecting must be arranged as soon as possible. 】

"Hehe, what did I say?"

The remarks suddenly appeared, constantly urging the development of the village.

Ken exhaled a mouthful of white mist towards the sky.

The rebuilt streets of Thornton Kaya are spacious and tidy, and the winter houses are lit up at night. They are his subjects—survivors of various tribes in the wasteland.

Snowflakes fell silently, adding to the thickness of the white blanket.

Beautiful things are always difficult to protect, whether it is bandits, undead waves, lacquered ice apostles, or ancient tribes that have not yet met, anyone may kill them!

"Battle banner."

The patrolling sentries dismounted and saluted.

The buildings behind them are close to each other, like brothers hugging tightly.

Ken felt a burst of relief in his heart. Fortunately, there are many people in Thornton Kaya now, and everyone no longer needs to fight alone.

He looked through the falling snow and looked at a few stones suspended in the air, so he changed direction and walked towards the back of the tribe.

The altar of Sandon Kaya is very old, and the stone bricks eroded by the wind and snow have long been mottled, and the fly ash of the burned dead still remains at this time.

The Beastmaster murmured softly, sitting cross-legged under the largest of the pumice stones.

"Little guy, grow up quickly."

He was wearing a thick hooded cloak to cover half of his burned face, and in such a cold night, the vague conversation sounded like the haunting whispers of evil spirits.

"Zhan Jing, you are here."

"Oh, have you been discovered? Hehe, I've already restrained myself."

Ken walked up the steps and heard the snort of the other party's chuckle, as well as the sound of feathers flapping.

"I didn't actually notice it. The little guy told me that it is very smart, and the scouts who released the eagle would be jealous when they saw it."

The beast tamer still didn't look back.

A black [Soul Crow] flew up to his shoulder, turned the three little heads sideways, and looked at the person walking slowly behind him.

"It's really cute and pretty."

Ken teased for a while, then took the velvet and fed it into the middle mouth.

(End of this chapter)