It's time for the wizards and militia to say goodbye, Leocliffe will go to battle, and Alan will leave with Merlin, and they need to return to the village of Crohurst, where Allen's previous work in the collapsed blacksmith shop is not finished.

Crawhurst Village reappeared in front of the wizarding mentor and his new apprentice, and Merlin's mood had calmed down a lot, and he automatically entered the apprenticeship career that was not yet very skilled, much to Allen's admiration, and the Slytherin students were at least more upright on the path of gaining strength and accomplishing their goals.

Instead of going directly into the village, Alan led Merlin to the village under a thick oak tree, the one that Odegar wanted to climb when he missed his hometown.

Alan looked at it for a moment, and then grabbed a branch in the air, and the branch broke off on its own and flew into the palm of Alan's hand. Merlin looked at this scene, his eyes were full of surprise, this is magic, and he didn't know how long it would take him to master such a spell. This branch turned into a tape measure in Allen's hand, flew to Merlin's side, and stretched the roll around Merlin, automatically measuring various data of his body.

Alan who got the data began to process the oak branch back to its original shape like a cloud, explaining the key points while making it, and after roughly processing, Alan said to Merlin, who was full of yearning: "This is the tool that wizards need to use to perform magic, usually in the form of wooden strips, we still need the inner core made of a part of the body of a magical beast, and the staff will need time to be further processed." Each wand is unique, and if you use a wand that doesn't belong to you, the magic will be much less effective. So how you use your wand and how you get the most out of it depends on the wizard's own abilities - although with study and hard work, you can get rid of the wand to a certain extent, which ancient wizards didn't use when they first cast spells. ”

Instead of making a growth wand for his apprentice, Alan used a more traditional method, because he couldn't guarantee that Merlin would be able to keep the magic at Hogwarts after he left without attracting the prying eyes of others, and he didn't tell his new disciples that his easy wandless spell casting was due to reading the Nether Scrolls and changing the way he cast spells, but since he was Merlin's mentor and felt that he should be in charge, Alan taught his apprentice not to rely too much on wands, just as Luna had reminded him after the Kraken incident。

After doing this, Alan led Merlin to step across the messy ground of the blacksmith's shop, and in the rubble, Alan commanded the various blacksmith tools to fly out of the outdoors, and the finished and half-finished irons were neatly stacked on one side.

The flames burst out from under the furnace, causing Merlin to jump back, and then watched in fascination as the iron objects flew into the furnace one by one, and one by one flew out, and the great hammers flew clumsily, like kitchen utensils that wash dishes by themselves, or knitting needles that spin sweaters on their own.

Then, under the control of magic, these accessories were combined and transformed into a majestic and heavy iron-clad armor in front of Merlin.

The wizard apprentice couldn't help but be curious and tried to move a cooled armor, and found that he couldn't move it even if he tried all kinds of methods, and couldn't even let it move a little, which made it difficult for him to imagine even though he was only a child, who this armor was for, and how to wear it to move dexterously in battle-because of the demon's bloodline, Merlin had always been relatively confident in his own strength before.

"Merlin, do you have a leatherman in your village?" Alan's voice rang out beside Merlin.

"Yes!" Merlin was very happy to be able to do something for Alan, and pointed to the path of the village, "Go along the creek, turn right at the fork, the cobbler lives there, it smells a little strong, the people of the village do not allow him to build houses in the village and up the stream, I sometimes sneak over to watch him skinning the animals, but it is fun." ”

"Uh...... In this day and age, there are too few ways for children to be entertained. Thinking inwardly for a while, Alan snapped his fingers behind him.

Footsteps like an earthquake sounded, and Merlin saw the comer, like a frightened rabbit, "Mentor, the Vikings are here." ”

"Don't panic, these are the subordinates I control. Alan appeased his apprentice, and the Death Knights, after saluting Arlen neatly, ran in the direction that Merlin had pointed before, and Alan was a little curious about his apprentice's eyesight, "Why, have you seen the Vikings?"

"Mentor, I haven't seen it. Merlin still looked at the Death Knights with some trepidation, "But I asked Leocliffe earlier what the difference between us English and Vikings was, and he told me that we English are human and those Vikings are not...... And these subordinates of yours ......"

"Although Leocliffe's meaning is not as good as you understand, your insight is good. Alan couldn't help but praise the apprentice's talent, "You perceive it well, these Vikings are no longer living creatures, this is the first thing I officially teach you on the path of magic, Merlin, maybe you will meet some white wizards who reject black magic in the future, but I hope you can use your own judgment to look at the problem, my magic path does not exclude any kind of magic, I think when it comes to the study of spells, don't care about any restrictions- But don't overindulge in one of them because of your talent in some aspects, all things come to the ring, if you lack the knowledge of one of these directions, then I think your magic path is no longer complete, many people think that the path of specialization is better, but their end is limited by their own choices at the very beginning of the choice, so I prefer that you can also take the path of generalism, and you also have the talent you need to have to choose this path. Of course, the path of magic is a matter of choice, and you may not understand it now, but I hope you will recall it when you have learned enough......"

While Merlin was pondering, the Death Knights returned with some smelly leathers in their hands - a cobbler was not a good job in this era, for in order to quickly remove the fat from the hides and preserve them to prevent them from falling off, this was done by dipping them in urine. In view of the stench of work, tanners settled on the outskirts of towns and villages, and belonged to the same class as executioners, butchers, and prostitutes, and were on the margins of society.

Alan had the Death Knights toss the leather into a cauldron they had brought back from the cobbler's house, threw some magic herbs into it and boiled it together, and finally let the soaked and smelly leather be inlaid into the inner village of the previous iron armor.

When everything was done, Eren ordered the Death Knights to put on the armor, and their faces were completely new. In Merlin's eyes, the Death Knights were extremely tall and strong, with broad shoulders and arms as thick as the trunk of the oak tree they had just had, and underneath the armor, they were wearing the unsightly thick armor that the Mentor called plate deck armor, with a layer of boiled leather inside, and they wore some remnants of Viking-style full-coverage helmets, except for an iron fence-like narrow hole next to the eyes for observation.

Merlin on the side looked at the shields and axes in the hands of the Death Knight in new armor with envy, although he was young, he also wanted to have his own weapons when he saw the cruelty of war, even if he was about to have a magic wand. After all, it is in the nature of these little boys to yearn for knights.

Alan saw Merlin's undisguised envy, so he commanded some iron tools to fly into the furnace, and the big axe clanged again, and Alan stretched out his hand to direct the gesture, and the sound of the iron being carved sounded. Under the fierce friction and collision, the flames flew everywhere, and a dagger gradually took shape, and Alan carved magic runes with a magical shield of destruction and a sharp effect on the dagger.

When the formed dagger was cold-quenched and sharpened, Alan handed the cold-glowing dagger to Merlin: "This will be a gift from the mentor to you." ”

Merlin took the dagger with a delighted face, playing with it curiously, looking at the mysterious symbols with an alternative beauty on it.