At this time, the smoke rose from the entrance of the village, and the fragrance of rice lingered around the nose, with a few wisps of pork, making the Assassin recruits salivate.

"Do we have meat for lunch too?" The orc boy Ivan grunted in his throat.

"Yes."

Alan nodded, looking at the white rice in front of him, with a few pieces of meat and greens on top of the rice.

They saw meat and vegetables, and the sound of gurgling sounded in the field.

Everyone was thinking: What a luxurious meal, if it weren't for Allen's saying that soldiers need to be full to have the strength to train, I would definitely divide this meal into three days' portions and digest it slowly one bite after another.

"By the way, are the eggs steamed?" Alan asked in charge of boiling eggs.

Grunt.

There was another drooling sound among the orcs.

Eggs, that is a delicacy that exists in dreams, many orcs only eat eggs once during the New Year, and the rest of the time eggs are rare materials used to make money.

"Come and get the eggs, all line up, the orcs who don't line up don't have eggs!"

The steamed eggs were baked in time, and a group of orcs were excited and rushed forward one after another, vying to be the first orcs to receive the eggs.

Alan immediately stood up and scolded everyone to line up.

"All queue up, those who don't line up have no discipline, no eggs to eat!"

After Allen finished speaking, he immediately named the two orcs who were arguing.

What he wants is a team of assassins who can abide by the law, assassinate, spy on information, and forbear, and discipline is a hard requirement.

When the guns are developed in the future, the assassination ability of these assassins will be on a higher level, so it is not a loss to train assassins now, and the assassin organization can be upgraded to special forces in the future, and these fifty soldiers are the seedlings of special forces in the future.

Warned by Allen, the chaotic formation quickly lined up, but there were still some people competing for the rankings, and no one let anyone.

Eren named a few more orcs and told them to leave the team and not to eat eggs.

The remaining orcs, who were still in a commotion, were shocked when they saw this, and immediately clamped their tails and behaved quietly.

A few orcs came out of the team and ate on the sidelines.

"Ivan, did you say you would have eggs to eat in the future?"

The orc had never felt so happy eating the few slices of pork in the bowl that his tail couldn't help but stand up.

It would be nice if I could add another egg, but unfortunately I was too impatient just now, and I was caught by Allen.

"I don't know, but I know that learning assassin skills from Lord Allen will save my sister."

Ivan shook his head, he only relied on a young man's blood when he grabbed the eggs just now, and now he still regrets it after calming down.

Lord Allen was already thinking about them, and he was still thinking about fighting for the eggs, and a feeling of guilt rose from the bottom of his heart.

The old hunter was eating in the field, and when he heard their voices, he was full of guilt, and said lightly: "Since you feel guilty, study hard, strive to become an assassin as soon as possible, and don't live up to Lord Allen's expectations of you." ”

Ivan was shocked when he heard this, and a feeling of uncertainty rose, and said, "Yes!" Master Jennings! ”

"Just call me an instructor, that's what Allen ordered."

"Yes, Instructor!"

Ivan and the two orcs screamed, and everyone was happy, but their expressions changed from joy to seriousness.

With such a good meal, they really can't live up to Lord Allen's wishes, and they are also responsible for saving cat slaves.

Alan was also happy to see everyone's discipline gradually come up.

After a while, the orcs finished their meal and began to chat.

"You say, Lord Allen is so powerful, why was he afraid of the old priest before?"

"Well, maybe the Mother of Stone knew about our pain and let Eren lead us to the light." Ivan guessed.

In the orc world, the orcs retain their nature worship and often regard a natural object as having supernatural powers, and the Mother of Iron and Stone in Ivan's mouth represents the mine behind the Great Iron Village.

Why is Eren so strong?

The villagers with low IQ can't think of a reason to break their heads, and in the end it can only be attributed to the care of the villagers by the Mother of Iron.

With that, everyone looked at Allen and wanted to get an answer from him.

Alan also did not deny it, and said ambiguously: "Maybe it is, maybe it isn't." ”

His strength comes from the perception of life and death in countless reincarnations, and it seems that it is a supernatural gift, after all, the infinite stream game itself is beyond common sense.

In the eyes of the Assassin recruits, Allen's performance was modest.

The strength is so strong and so modest, and for a while, the orcs' admiration for Eren has reached a higher level.

I wish I could reach that level one day, Ivan thought.

……

In the afternoon, Alan did not stay in the army, but went to the blacksmith shop again to check on them.

As soon as I entered the blacksmith shop, a wave of heat rushed towards my face, and every orc was bare-chested, and I was in full swing.

"Lord Alan!"

"You're finally here, let's see if this is a graphite crucible?"

"Show me."

Alan walked over with some interest and saw the small gray crucible, the bottom of which looked relatively round.

The coal mine below is blazing, and the heat wave is rolling, but unfortunately the crucible is in a closed state, and the scene inside is not visible.

Abel the blacksmith looked excited, and seeing Eren was like seeing a great sword.

"I follow your guidance and carefully fire it in a secret ratio of graphite, clay, silica and wax stone."

Alan listened and watched, and then asked, "After using it to make steel, what is the quality of the steel?" ”

Steel is Allen's next focus, and only good steel can make a good lathe, and then light up the industrial technology tree of the steam engine.

On the Wangcheng side, it is rumored that there is already a crucible steelmaking method, and most of the related lathes are also available, so it seems that the indigenous orcs of Wangcheng already have the environmental conditions to make steam engines, and what they lack is the opportunity.

The big iron village is one of the high-quality iron ore suppliers, the blacksmith in the village once went to Wangcheng as a blacksmith apprentice, he has two brushes, but no one to guide him, he has no background, has been called as an apprentice, and returned home depressed after many years.

After Allen came, he used his BUG-level teaching ability to slowly unfold the majestic curtain of the metallurgical industry in front of the old craftsman.

The orcs were so excited that they didn't even sleep, they worked all day during the day yesterday and worked at night, and finally rushed to make the core item of the crucible steelmaking method last night - graphite crucible.

"Lord Allen, are you going to wait for the steel to bloom yourself?"

The master craftsman has dark circles under his eyes, and he is still energetic after staying up all night, his tail is straight and enthusiastic.

"Forget it, you better rest for a while and send a blacksmith who is not sleepy to accompany me."

"No, it's the first time my Abel has used the crucible steelmaking method, and I want to see the newly baked good steel again."

Seeing that he was so persistent, Alan took the blacksmith to look at it for a while, opened the closed lid in the graphite crucible, and saw the red molten steel bubbling in it, and for a while his face was red and steaming, and he nodded with satisfaction.

Then he threw out today's purpose: "I have here a weapon design drawing that I drew last night, and you want to complete it, I want fifty-two pieces." ”

Abel's cat ears stood up, and his expression was straight.

Yesterday, the village chief said that he was going to draw a weapon design drawing, originally he didn't believe that Alan knew how to design weapons, but after the graphite crucible was really formed, he faintly looked forward to it.

I hope the weapon design of the village chief Allen is not too bad, after all, the weapon is not a crucible.

Unfolding the blueprints, he saw gloves, daggers, and the most detailed mechanical designs.

Abel just glanced at it, ignoring the gloves and the dagger, and staring directly at the ingeniously designed and intricate mechanism, and the whole person's soul was sucked in.

"What's its name?" Able was silent for half a minute and asked this question.

Alan didn't sell it, and said with a smile:

"Hidden Blade."