Chapter 97 Arthur the Blacksmith

Before he started, he looked at it devoutly for a long time.

On the box was the emblem of the Duva tribe: three abstract ancient furnaces, basic secret patterns, and a mottled and ancient giant hammer.

"Xionbio, I am the orphan of Nukamanda."

Ken heard Arthur whispering a prayer.

"Please open the mountain path to the gods, so that mortals can admire the pinnacle of skills."

According to tradition, he had to report his bloodline to the old gods and mention his teacher, the outstanding spirit craftsman Wochir, and the residual soul of the dwarf craftsman 0.

Arthur pried off the iron buckle.

The top cover of the wooden box was opened, revealing the silver "paste" inside.

If Langzi stood here, he would definitely mistake the stuffed inside for dirt!

But why would Arthur travel a long distance carrying a pile of waste?

[Material: Furnace Clay]

[Quality: Legend]

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

Ken was secretly shocked.

He did not expect that the poor Wachel would leave such a rich fortune to his apprentice. The rare legendary material should be the life savings of the old spirit craftsman.

Arthur looked sad and leaned over to put his forehead on the [Furnace Clay].

Ken asked Malungu:

Wachel was stripped of his craftsman soul by the old gods because of forging [Morning and Dusk]. Now he has become a disabled old man. The workshop will take care of his daily life, but the biggest injury is not physical.

"You can ask for anything you need. Get ready and climb the peak of your skills for your teacher."

Ken comforted him.

Since he holds [Morning and Dusk], he will never forget the promise he made.

The blacksmith shop was equipped with a [warehouse], which was filled with the forging materials currently accumulated. The cargo channel outside the stone house window could lead directly to the military camp, and all the captured spoils would be open to it.

Arthur finally cheered up and then lit a [broken molten stone].

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

Ken stayed where he was and watched.

Arthur used the [feather pattern knife] to cut out a complete [furnace mud], then turned and walked in, pasted the silver mud on the inner wall of the furnace, scraped it neatly, and then returned to the original place and repeated the previous action...

"Just like a tinker."

The silver paste in the wooden box was dug out more than half, and the feather pattern knife was swung again, but was blocked by something.

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

Arthur pried it out and found that it was a heavy hammer about the length of his arm, engraved with the private seal of the Marungu workshop, and there was a signature on the handle: Keep your original intention in mind and choose your path.

"So it's here."

Arthur recognized it at a glance.

[Common sense: Inauguration ceremony]

[When someone swears to become a spiritual craftsman, in addition to obtaining the "Iron Edict Ring" symbolizing skills, he will also be given a set of exclusive tools. ]

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

"According to the tradition of the Dua tribe, there should be a brand new forging hammer. I asked the teacher, and he said it was gone a long time ago. Haha, he really lied to me."

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

[Follower Arthur obtains 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 the apprentices to complete the missing tools in the tribe and do more odd jobs to hone their craftsmanship."

Arthur said a lot more.

"When you recruit more people, we will talk about expansion."

Kenn wrote down these things.

Arthur took out another bottle of potion and poured it on the emblem of the forging hammer.

He rolled up his sleeves with a serious expression and pressed the wet hammer head against his wheat-colored skin.

Zizi, Zizi, Zizi.

Kenn had seen this practice in the dungeon of the hundred-item shelf.

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

"I don't covet your resources."

After Arthur finished speaking, he took out the iron sheet that had been carved long ago.

Kenn was quite familiar with this figure. He had it on his right hand because it was the emblem of Santonkaya.

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

[Follower loyalty increases. ]

Arthur knelt on one knee, and with Ken's witness, he left the emblem on his other arm.

[The young workshop apprentice has finally determined his own path. ]

He seems to be more mature and stable. As the troops migrate, his body becomes stronger, and he has already revealed the temperament of a seasoned craftsman.

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

Ken didn't stay long.

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

The productivity of the blacksmith shop is limited, and it must at least reach the scale of a workshop to keep up with the pace of the army.

[Task: Mining]

[Progress: Unlimited time]

[The development of the tribe requires resources, and quarrying and prospecting must be arranged as soon as possible. ]

"Haha, what did I say?"

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

Ken exhaled a puff of white mist to the sky.

The streets of Sandon Kaya after reconstruction are spacious and clean, and the winter houses are lit up in the night. They are his subjects - the survivors of various tribes in the wilderness.

The snowflakes fell quietly, increasing the thickness of the white blanket.

Beautiful things are always difficult to protect. No matter whether it is bandits, undead tides, lacquered ice apostles, or ancient tribes that have not yet met, anyone may come to kill!

"Battle banner."

The patrolling sentry dismounted and saluted.

The buildings behind them leaned against each other, like brothers hugging tightly.

Ken felt a sense of relief in his heart. Fortunately, there are many people in Sandon Kaya now, and everyone does not need to fight alone anymore.

His sight looked through the falling snow and looked at several 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 wind and snow have long been mottled, and at this time, there are still ashes of the burned dead.

The beast trainer whispered softly, sitting cross-legged under the largest pumice stone.

"Little guy, grow up quickly."

He wore a thick hooded cloak to cover the half-burned face. In such a cold night, the vague conversation sounded like the soul-sucking whispers of evil spirits.

"Zhan Jing, you are here."

"Oh, have you been discovered? Haha, I have been very restrained."

Ken walked up the steps and heard the other party's snort when he laughed and the sound of feathers fluttering.

"I didn't notice it, but the little guy told me that it is very smart. The scouts who release hawks will be jealous when they see it."

The beast trainer still didn't look back.

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

"It is indeed well-behaved and beautiful."

Ken teased it for a while, took the meat floss and fed it to the mouth in the middle.