The Last Wings Chapter 212 Am I a Genius? (Supplement)

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Forge masters usually have a fire or water pet to help raise the temperature in the furnace during the forging process, and the latter to assist its owner in the process of fading.

Although there are often apprentices or disciples around the forger, when forging equipment, a second difference may lead to the result of the sky falling apart, but the tacit understanding between the apprentice and the forging master can always turn the sky and the earth into reality. Therefore, only the contract magic pet, a magical beast that can fit seamlessly with the owner, can really help in the forging.

Among the many attributes, only the contract demonic beasts of the fire and water systems can provide a lot of convenience for the master in the forging process, which is already common sense in the forging world, just take Master Ban as an example, his contract demonic beast is a ninth-order fire-type demonic beast. Therefore, when Master Ban heard that Kester was using the help of wind-based demonic beasts to control temperature changes, he was indeed very surprised.

It's like a farmer who is suddenly told that the weeds he gets rid of every day are expensive magic plants, and the only emotion left for the farmer is "shock".

Originally, such a test would not have allowed the use of magic pets to help, but Kester's surprise to Master Ban had completely overshadowed his minor foul behavior. Master Ban is not an unruly person, otherwise he would not have accepted a disciple like Iron Hammer who only has talent but cannot cultivate any energy, and he would not cooperate with the Shadow Church for the sake of the Demon Pattern. Kester is such a creative teenager, how could Master Ban miss it?

"You passed the test, kid!" Master Ban suppressed the excitement in his heart, "Your brain is much more flexible than I imagined, and your talent is definitely commendable. But don't be arrogant, the ocean of forging is boundless! ”

Hearing Master Ban's words, Kester was relieved, but he immediately thought of another question: "Master Tai, I want to ask you something." ”

"Say it." Master Ban is in a good mood.

"How did the others pass this test?" Since most people don't live like this, how do they do it? At least Kester still couldn't figure it out at all.

"That's what I'm a little puzzled about." Master Ban replied: "My puzzle refers to why you don't know, generally speaking, apprentices who have studied forging with the teacher for half a year should be clear. ”

"I've only been studying for two days......" Kester spread his hands helplessly, "Later, I followed Grandpa Gray and they on the road back to Loxel, and Grandpa Hammer only taught me the most basic knowledge of blacksmithing." ”

Master Ban then woke up, and although Kester worshipped the hammer as his teacher, he hardly really touched the forging. He sighed: "Hey, what a good seedling, what a good child, such a talent, but not being trained as soon as possible, is indeed a big loss to the forging world (Kester: uh, isn't it an exaggeration?). ）。 ”

Of course, sighing and sighing, Master Ban patiently explained to Kester: "Generally speaking, whenever you hit the hammer, a small part of the kinetic energy of the hammer and the metal will be converted into heat energy and stored in the metal and the hammer. The hammer in your hand is made of special material and generally does not absorb heat, so most of the temperature increase is applied to the memory metal. One or two hammers are really nothing, but after hundreds or thousands of hammers, the thermal energy stored by the memory metal will reach a level where it can destroy its memory. ”

It turned out that this was the case, and Kester suddenly realized that he could accumulate heat energy through the conversion of a small amount of energy from the blow, so as to destroy the memory metal memory, which must be seen by the apprentices who forged too much. But for a novice like him, he has never seen forging a few times, and when he does it himself, he is even more aimed at the most basic equipment, but Kester doesn't know anything about this common sense.

"Temperature changes caused by forging can be decisive in the condition of equipment at critical moments, so careful attention is required." Master Ban admonished.

Kester nodded earnestly.

"Although the method you use is very different from what I thought." Master Ban said with a serious expression: "But because of this, I think you are a gifted teenager, so I hope that in the future, in the process of forging, you will always maintain your current creativity, and don't let those rotten concepts in the forging world tarnish your whimsy." ”

Talent? Creativity? Although Kester didn't figure out what his opportunism had to do with his natural creativity (was Master Ban exaggerating?). But he nodded.

"Alright, kid, let's go!" Master Ban said in a deep voice.

"Where are you going?"

"My office, I'm going to give you some knowledge about blacksmithing that you may not have heard of."

"Okay, thank you, Master!"

When Kester walked out of Master Ban's office, the sun was already approaching. Before I knew it, Master Ban had been teaching for a whole day.

Under the sunset, the wild geese flew south, and before they knew it, autumn had brought a touch of coldness.

"Huh, I thought Grandpa Hammer was knowledgeable enough, Master Tai, he knows at least twice as much as Grandpa Hammer!" Kester ...... while stepping on fallen leaves Uh, lost......

"The top of the dragon, this is really big...... Kester took out the map and carefully looked for his coordinates: "Hey, sure enough, it's the rhythm that makes it difficult to find the way without a guide." ”

It was time for dinner, and the students gathered in the cafeteria. Kester glanced around, and two people happened to pass him not far away.

"Hey, work, have you heard, what happened to Silit Island in the south half a year ago." A dwarven warrior said with his head tilted and a Blood Archer said. (Due to the slow spread of the news, except for a small number of letters, most of the time in Eswell could only be passed on by word of mouth, slowly spreading)

"What a mess." The Blood Archer was very dissatisfied with the dwarven warriors' betrayal, "How could I care about the affairs of Silit Island?" The Sea Clan will take care of it. ”

"That's a big deal." The dwarven warrior said mysteriously.

"There's something to say, there's a fart."

"It is said that on the day of the Poseidon Festival half a year ago, the Poseidon sent down an oracle and selected a god son." The dwarf whispered.

The Blood Clan Archer frowned: "That's not a strange thing, isn't it that the matter of the Seven Ya God's Chosen Divine Son was not there eight years ago?" Anyway, it's not the Father who chooses the Son. ”

"God the Father chooses the Son? You dare to say this! The dwarven warrior jumped up and slapped the back of the Blood Archer on the head.

The Blood Clan Archer also noticed that he was speechless, so he didn't squeak much.

The dwarf warrior didn't pursue much, but continued to whisper: "Lord Seagod is really confused this time, the god son she chose is a character boy!" ”

"Damn, what the hell!"

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