It worked!

Ian felt his heart pound and leap with joy. It wasn't the witch who taught him his psychic powers, he figured it out on his own. He was excited to rush out and tell ...... No, no one knows that but Elise now. And Elise, Ian shook his head, he should probably keep his distance from her, from everyone. The witch had already said that this psychic power should have something to do with the incident and the bounty mercenaries who followed him.

Ian forced himself to calm down and get back to training.

If psionic power is effective on firewood, other materials should be the same, as long as they are within your psionic ability...... Ian rekindled his interest, figuring out his possibilities and limits. But when I think of the limit, I am afraid—afraid that the rampage that had happened at the witch will happen again. If there is a rampage in this shack, no one can save him.

He found that the use of the mind was as the witch said, the more he understood things, the easier it was to manifest, and the more desirable the effect became.

Ian began to consciously observe everything around him. He carefully observed his hut, the trees, the foliage, the bird's nest, the oven, the grill, and the baking tray of Elise's house, the axe of the woodcutter Khajiit, the shovels of the farmers, the hunting knives, bows and arrows, and the traps of the hunters, and the pots and pans and knives of the tavern...... As a result, it is not uncommon to see Ian staring at something in every corner of Breeze Village. Slowly, word spreads that Ian, the grandson of Granny Sumu, may be possessed by a ghost. The children around him were scared and did not dare to approach him.

Ian couldn't help but laugh when he heard Elise say the rumors. The most important thing for him at the moment is to observe and engrave into his memory the things in his life that are habitually ignored by his eyes because they are too much to take for granted, and then quietly try to "cast" them again with the corresponding materials and spiritual power.

Starting with a small iron nail, it wasn't until he tried all the objects involved in the blacksmith's work as far as he could see that he finally had enough confidence to open a blacksmith shop.

If he didn't want to be troubled by the Imperial Bureau, he knew that it was better to keep a low profile, and the fewer people who knew about the matter of being able to use spiritual power, the better. But he didn't know at this time that the blacksmith forged with spiritual power has been officially defined as a special professional identity in recent years: "magic blacksmith".

Due to the sharp decline in the number of psychic power users, there are only a hundred magic blacksmiths in the entire continent, and there are even fewer in the empire. Because this profession is too secluded and almost does not involve civil activities, the title of this profession has not attracted the attention of the public, and even fewer people know about the existence of this profession.

In order to open a blacksmith shop, Ian remodeled his shack.

He opened a door in the wall on the side of the hut near the entrance of the village, and outside the door he expanded a simple semi-open-air workshop, barely within the limits set by the village chief. Then he piled up some equipment in the workshop that he had forged with his own psychic powers, as well as a small hammer sent by Elise.

- though Ian had already told her that psionic forging didn't require tools.

"Think of it as a lucky charm!" she smiled as she shoved the hammer to Ian.

To celebrate the opening of the blacksmith's shop, the woodcutter Khajit sponsored a lot of firewood, which was also piled up in a corner of the workshop.

Finally, before the village of Light Breeze officially enters the cold winter of the Eternal Night Moon, the blacksmith shop is ready to "open". However, this workshop is actually just a layer of disguise, and the real place where Ian works is in the basement of the workshop. Open the trapdoor on the ground next to the firewood pile to take steps to the basement. The basement has regular walls, with torch brackets on the walls, and a workbench in the middle, stacked with various books related to crafting, as well as a variety of casting materials.

The books were borrowed from the village chief, but Ian, who grew up in the slums, did not have the opportunity to read and write.

Ian and the others were all "picked up" by Zack one by one and lived together. Everyone knows from a very young age that they have to contribute to the family, tidying up the house, taking care of the younger children, cooking and boiling water, washing clothes, and the half-grown teenagers have to start working hard for the family's livelihood, and there is no time to read and write.

Now Ian finds that being illiterate is a very painful thing. He struggled to read these literature books, but fortunately, most of the books related to the production were illustrated, and he had seen real objects in real life, so he could barely understand the principle of production. It's just that there are too many words that I don't recognize, which leads to inaccurate use of materials, which gives Ian a headache.

"Reading again?" Elise opened the trapdoor with a plate of snacks and poked her head out of the trapdoor before descending the steps.

Ian was holding a copy of the Imperial Weapons Compilation.

"Well, I want to see how the standard dagger is made. Ian hurriedly put down the book and said with a red face, "But there are too many words, and it's a little difficult to understand." ”

"I'll take a look," Elise snatched the book from Ian's hand lightly, "yes...... Hmmm, 'Generally, white steel and iron sand are mixed and smelted into white steel ingots at a ratio of 10 to 1, and then forged. This not only retains the hardness, but also takes into account a certain toughness, and will not break easily', the book says. ”

"Ahh

"I'm amazing, right?" Elise grinned as she put down her book and bowed, "No thanks. ”

"You ......"

"Don't worship me so much, haha!"

"I want to ask, ...... Can you teach me?" said Ian, embarrassed, "teach me to read." ”

But as soon as he said that, he regretted it again - he had clearly thought about keeping his distance from them.

"Oh, of course, but on one condition—" Elise deliberately lengthened her tone as if to turn and sit down at the table.

It doesn't seem like a good time to go back.

"No problem, I'm working as a blacksmith now to make things and sell them, and I have an income. Ian replied.

"I don't need money, but I'll give you all the repairs and recasting of my bakery, no problem, right?"

"No problem, no problem!" Ian agreed.

"Deal?" Elise smiled and got up, holding out a hand to Ian.

"Deal. Ian stepped up and shook the hand that seemed slender and weak, but could make all kinds of delicious snacks like a trick.

From that day on, Elise would spare one to two hours a day to teach Ian to read and write. Ian, on the other hand, took advantage of Elise's arrival and hurried to ask her for advice on the problems she had encountered while reading the book the day before, and when Elise was gone, he went back to the basement to try to cast.

Elise is a good teacher. Instead of rushing to teach Ian the content of the books he needed for his work, she systematically started with the contents of everyday life, such as the imperial system, the laws of nature, time festivals, religious gods, etc., so that Ian could learn words step by step.

"How many days a month?"

"Twenty-four days and nights. ”

"Who wants you to say it, write!"

"Oooh. ”

"I'll see...... Well, that's good. Another hard one for you: each month has its own name, and they share with the names of the twelve gods. Can you write these names?"

Hearing the "teacher's" question, Ian frowned, and then began to write the names of the twelve months and their corresponding gods on the paper crookedly: " Creation Moon - Davok, Natural Moon - Earth Goddess Medith, Loving Moon - Eros Ilot, Star Moon - Star Leader Dandy, Thunder Moon - Thor Jabak, Water Dew Moon - Water God Ganna, Fire Moon - Fire God Hoft, Sun Moon - Sun God Dafo, Harvest Moon - Harvest Goddess Menghe, War Moon - War God Dio, Vengeful Moon - Vengeful God Siswader, Eternal Night Moon - Nox God of the Night God. ”

"Very good, very good!" the little teacher, Elise, applauded softly, very satisfied with her teaching results.

Ian pouted: "Obviously, they don't necessarily bless us, and they use their names to name the months...... It's not too much trouble......"

"Don't talk nonsense!"

"Oh. ”

In this way, while learning words, I practiced casting with spiritual power, and the days passed quickly, more than two months. During this time, Ian read all the existing forging books in Light Breeze Village, and his literacy skills have also been greatly improved. Although it is not possible to write an article accurately in words independently, it should be no problem to write a letter to report safety or something.

The villagers of Breeze Village were very happy that they had an additional blacksmith by their side, and they no longer had to make a trip to Rock Cracking Fort for a trivial matter. Ian's strange habit of stopping and taking a closer look at something he saw as he walked was gradually accepted.

After the news of the blacksmith's opening spread, the villagers tentatively asked Ian to do some minor repairs, and gradually began to let him forge new and large tools. Ian enjoys using his psychic powers, and his skills have become more and more refined as orders have increased.

On days when there were no orders, he wandered around the neighbors, and when he saw something bad or old, he offered to make a new one for them. It's like a child getting a new toy, and the ability to use his imagination to forge objects makes Ian feel fresh, interesting, and fulfilling. Most importantly, learning and using psychic power can give him a temporary relief from anxiety.

Both literacy and reading and spiritual study require a high degree of concentration. This leaves him no time to think about what kind of meaning he should give to himself as a survivor, and how to find out the truth behind the mysterious deaths of his companions. His current life is like a paradise, allowing him to forget about those painful and indiscernible shadows for a while.

On this day, Granny Sumu came to Ian's workshop and asked, "Ian, have you seen my fire stick?"

"Ah, here," Ian jumped up from his chair and took a shiny black metal stick with a glass handle from the finished and semi-finished products hanging on the wall, and handed it to Granny Sumu. Ian himself is very happy with this new work.

But Granny Su Mu touched her hand, but frowned: "This is not my one......"

Ian smiled and said, "I saw that your root was very old, and the handle was cracked, so I made a new one for my mother-in-law." ”

"And what about my original root?" Seeing that Granny Su Mu was anxiously asking, Ian felt strange in his heart, but still replied, "In my place, I use it as a reference." Over here. As he spoke, he handed over the old one. Granny Su Mu took the old fire stick and frowned again.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I still use this habit," Granny Su Mu rubbed the old fire stick in her hand, and looked down as if looking at it, "Sometimes things are easy to use, and I don't want to change them." As he spoke, he smiled and proposed, "Your new one, go and give it to Elise?"

Ian was in a trance—he seemed to have a flash of inspiration just now, and he had caught some trick of casting from Granny Sumu's words, but before he could figure it out, his brain was cleared by the name Elise in an instant.

“...... I've seen the one in her house, and it's fine!" Ian shouted at his mother-in-law, who had already walked outside, as he hung the new flotting stick back on the wall.