"Give up, you can't beat me compared to forging!"

Gray stood in front of the forging table and said coldly.

In front of him was the complete set of equipment for Sebala's beloved forging platform. The charcoal fire in the furnace was now burning red and green, and the blast furnace pipes were involuntarily exuding heat.

In the furnace, an iron ingot that had just been put in had melted into hot molten iron, which was bubbling continuously in the furnace, showing an indescribable deterrent effect.

Gray skillfully pulled the bellows, turned on the stove, and dissolved the raw materials, taking full advantage of the large forge house.

At this time, the whole room was filled with excitement.

Seeing that the piece of iron had almost melted, Gray used tongs to take out two unattractive pieces of metal from the messy pile of ore and introduced them to me.

"This is mithril. It is as malleable as bronze and can be polished like glass. Dwarves can make it into a metal that is stronger than steel but as light as goose feathers. It is as beautiful as ordinary silver.

But the luster of mithril will not fade with time."

"I will add it to my work to ensure the perfection of my work!"

Gray picked up the piece of mithril, burned all the impurities outside in the high-temperature flame, and threw it directly into the furnace of molten iron.

A strange thing happened. The furnace of molten iron, which was originally red-hot, flowing and rolling, began to slowly stop rolling after Mithril was put into it.

A rainbow of color appears on the molten iron, and the bubbles reveal a different kind of charm.

At this moment, I could feel that even the temperature of the stove had dropped a few points.

"No, Marcus, come and help me!"

Gray's expression changed drastically, and he immediately ran to the stove and said to me.

I probably figured out what was going on.

It's not that mithril has any mysterious cooling properties, it's simply that such a small piece of mithril has caused a qualitative change in the molten iron, causing its heat capacity to rise rapidly.

Originally, only a thousand degrees of high temperature could melt steel steadily, but now this temperature has been absorbed by a small pot of molten iron, and the heat cannot affect the steel mixed with mithril!

"I didn't expect Mithril to be so magical!"

I sighed.

According to legend, mithril has very good magic affinity. It seems that in reality, not only the magic affinity, but also the energy affinity are far beyond my imagination.

Perhaps, magic is also a type of energy?

After a period of continuous busy work, by controlling ventilation, adding coal, adding combustion accelerant and other operations, the two of us finally controlled the temperature in the furnace to a suitable temperature again.

"Is this really okay? I see there is still no movement in the molten iron."

I wiped the sweat from my head and asked Gray.

"It should be fine. Mithril has always been in a low-temperature state. As long as it remains in a liquid state, it is hot enough for forging."

Gray checked the time and finally began to take the molten iron out of the furnace and pour it into a mold, ready to enter the short beating phase.

I nodded silently. It seemed that all kinds of things had their origins in family education.

His manufacturing techniques, choice of materials, and time control all reflect his accumulated experience.

I originally thought that with the help of the system, I could win this competition with only a short bow and a stick, but now it seems that Gray is indeed proud of himself.

Things made by those two manual processing points are not very good. I wonder if the system has more powerful weapons.

Otherwise, I really don’t know if I can... win?

I was still thinking wildly when I saw Gray vigorously swinging the hammer to shape a piece of iron embryo that had already begun to take shape into a special shape.

Then it was quenched, heated, and forged again step by step, and finally the results were displayed in front of me.

"This is my masterpiece!"

Gray held the weapon confidently and handed it to me.

I took it over and took a look, and saw that the weapon had a slightly curved arc, until the edge of the weapon turned at a right angle. The shape was slender and sharp, and every part showed a silvery white color.

The place where the blade was simply sharpened has already glowed like a rainbow, looking elegant and charming under the sunlight.

The handle is still made of metal, which looks stable and powerful, and special lines and patterns are added to increase friction and make it easier for the user to grasp.

I held it in my hand and weighed it. Although it was an all-metal object, it felt light and did not affect my swing at all.

Gray took a wooden stick for me to test. I just waved my hand, and the wooden stick was split in half like tissue paper without any resistance. The cut part was as flat and smooth as a forensic examiner.

What a weapon that can cut iron like clay!

Wait a mininute!

Something seems wrong...

"Gray, I haven't asked yet. What is the name of the weapon you made?"

"knife."

"No... I'm talking about this shape. Is there a more appropriate name?"

"No, let's call it a scimitar."

"...I have an immature suggestion. See if you listen."

"Please say."

"In terms of its field of use and shape, we generally call this weapon a sickle, a farm sickle, the kind used to cut rice..."

"This is not a weapon at all!"

Gray's expressionless face suddenly collapsed.

"Damn it! Have you been seen through?"

This is not a matter of seeing through it!

You didn't hide it at all!

Even the inward bend of the agricultural sickle is well preserved!

The blades all open inwards!

"Ahem, Gray, don't you know how to make weapons?"

Gray's face became even more desperate.

"Grandpa only knows how to make farm tools, and I'm so desperate! I can only make hoes, sickles, and kettles..."

Okay, I know why Gray always does things that make Sebala angry.

How could a stubborn master who only knew how to make farm tools and a chuunibyou apprentice who only wanted to make weapons not get into trouble?

"So the last time you cast a hoe made of pure iron, it was also because..."

"I just wanted to make a spear, but grandpa came back halfway, so I had to make a hoe again..."

"Well, it's not easy for you either..."

I said helplessly, then walked to the front of the forging table and focused my attention on the corner of my vision.

"Welcome to Tynan Sylvester's Colony Simulator!"

"Forging table detected, forging table work task available!"

"Players please choose."

I took a look at the items above. Probably because the raw materials and equipment are complete, all the items here show usable status, so I will choose a more serious weapon...

That’s it!

My eyes lit up and I chose the work task.

Gray was still there in a daze of despair, feeling that he would not be able to get past the big pit of Saibala on his way to being a master of weapon forging.

He doesn’t want to be a farm tool master at all!

Suddenly, he saw that my figure stabilized, and my whole body burst out with a fierce momentum in front of the forging table, as if the flames were suppressed!
Chapter completed!