Chapter 42: The Furnace_4

"Alright, stop flattering me. I'll take care of it," Mason sighed deeply. "But I have a condition."

"Please, go ahead," Winters sat up straight with a serious expression, as it was rare for the elder student to actively make a request.

"Find some copper, I don't believe we can't scrape together a hundred kilograms of copper material in Iron Peak County." Mason also looked out the window. "If we can't cast a large one, let's cast a small one for fun. If I don't fire a couple of shots soon, my skills will go to waste."

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As Winters rode the carriage to Forging Village, the students of Revodan Accounting School were attending their first class.

Without paper or pencils, each student carried a shallow square tray sprinkled with fine sand, using a stick to draw in it;

There were no textbooks—Lady Montaigne was still composing them;

There were no professional teachers, and the lecturer was the most senior accountant from Priskin trading;