One hundred and fifty-four forging skills are used like this, uncle
"Keep your eyes open, uncle, this is how forging skills are used!" Aria struggled to use a small hammer to hit the red-hot material in her hand.
"Bang, bang!"
The sound of percussion is endless. Starting from early morning every day, everyone gathers in this huge casting room for training craftsmen until late at night.
There is only one person who is special, and that is Stewart. He always enters the stadium on time in the morning and leaves early in the evening. He will spend the evening and late night studying the materials brought out from the training ground today.
Today, Stewart stood next to Aria as usual, watching him hammer the materials in his hands at countless different angles and strengths.
After about an hour passed, Stewart picked up the materials he had in his spare time and looked at them carefully.
"Obsidian, if this kind of ore is integrated into the mold, the hardness of the tool to be forged can be increased by one level." Stewart turned the ore back and forth in his hand.
"Huh? This point..." Stewart suddenly noticed that the point Aria hammered bent the entire mold.
Although Aria instantly pushed the mold back in the opposite direction, the arc was deeply imprinted in Stewart's mind.
There are flaws, Stewart shook his head. The obsidian poured into Aria was a little less, so the instrument could not be perfect.
This kind of ore is very hard. If too much is incorporated into the mold, it will be difficult for many people to maintain forging with high intensity and for a long time.
This instrument was useless. Stuart stopped looking at it, but picked up another ore and began to study it.
"This is crystal crystal. If it is blended into the mold, it can make the mold sparkle. It is interesting, but it will not greatly improve the level of the appliance." Stewart discovered a total of two novel ores today.
At this time, Aria's forging was coming to an end. At the last moment, a column of water poured out of his hand, instantly cooling the instrument from fiery red to a long sword with a smooth appearance but dark color.
"The creation is complete." Aria raised the sword in her hand with excitement.
"Uncle, if you are so careless, don't expect to make progress. It will be difficult for you to get back to this position." Aria noticed that Stewart's attention was not on his forging and suddenly felt sad.
Displeased.
"No, I am watching your forging very seriously. Your skills are very good. If you are a little stronger, you can completely control the forging of obsidian." Stewart said seriously.
He is not talking nonsense, he observes the forging of tools extremely carefully, and he believes that several others have definitely noticed Aria's strengths and weaknesses.
"What do you mean? Are you saying that the instrument I built is defective?" Aria looked a little embarrassed.
He looked around at the people around him and found that everyone was just like Stewart, looking like he was about to say something but still giving up.
"When the error in an instrument does not exceed 5%, it will not be regarded as a defect. Although you only made one error in the forging just now."
"But it's deadly." Stewart pointed to the sword in Aria's hand.
"You should be deeply aware of your mistakes. In the world of forging, there should be no situation where bystanders can be blind. The craftsman himself should know everything about the tools he builds."
Stewart commented without hesitation that he has always been like this. He will praise the good things without hesitation, but he will also be happy to point out the bad things for others.
Several other people beside the anvil also nodded at this time, pointed out the mistake Aria made when striking just now, and told Aria the weakness in the long sword.
Aria opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but she had to admit that she had made such a mistake in front of everyone and was pointed out by others at this moment.
How could he have the nerve to persist? He took out an iron nail, placed it on the weak point, and hit it hard with a hammer!
"Crack!" Sure enough, the defective long sword broke at the sound, and the broken place was exactly where Stewart had discovered that it had been bent.
Although Aria tried her best to correct the mistake, it was obviously too late, and the obsidian part of the sword had been broken up.
And a half-iron, ordinary long sword can only make the top of the sword hard and brittle. If this kind of sword is used on the battlefield or in a fight, the impact will be fatal!
"It's still early, let's continue." A person next to Stewart waved his hand and said to Aria.
Aria stopped talking, nodded silently, filled the mold with material again, and then started hammering.
Stewart continued to watch carefully with several people around him. Every time he struck, Stewart tried his best to analyze the power and speed used by Aria.
This time, Aria was more cautious and finally forged the first qualified Yao Sword, with the error rate controlled at about 4%.
Aria then took a deep breath, and the hot air and stuffy smell filled his nostrils. At this moment, he realized how crazy Stewart's continuous forging all day long ago was!
His muscles and spirit had reached their limit. He gave up his position with a tired look, and a man who had not touched an anvil for a month walked up excitedly.
Stewart quietly observed the forging of another person below. The fact that everyone can meet in the Imperial Craftsman is enough to show that everyone is the top person in their respective regions.
Except for some people who come in through connections, of course these people also have some strength themselves.
Aria was soaked all over. He looked sideways at Stewart beside him. The muscles in his arm must have been trained through crazy exercises.
And although he was born into a noble family and had the empire's top craftsmen teaching him in his family, although his skills were up to standard, he still fell far behind in terms of physical fitness and willpower.
The person who took Aria's place in the forging worked on the anvil for a whole morning, and finally made a qualified tool.
The turnover rate was barely controlled at 4%. In the afternoon, another person was replaced on the anvil. This time, this person was more durable and persisted on the anvil from the afternoon until late at night.
Stewart had already left in the evening. He would leave at this time every day. This was also a habit he had developed in his shop over the years.
Stuart washed his dirty hands, sat at the table and opened the envelope from Alice.
He finished reading the letter with a smile on his face. It contained Alice's thoughts about him, Alice's concern for him, and a poem written by Alice for him.
She told him that one day she would sing the song to him in its entirety when he came back.