The gems on the adventurer's mask represent their own rank, ranging from metal to gemstone, and are divided into copper, silver, gold, ruby, sapphire, topaz, green agate and diamond as the upper limit of the grade.

The most powerful generals in the empire are generally at the level of green agate to diamond, and the people who can go up to the gem level are already very powerful adventurers.

Generally, the level is displayed on the forehead of the mask by a large one, and then there will be an embellishment of the same material with a smaller specification next to it to indicate the level of the level.

There are five levels in total, one smallest and five largest.

For example, if there is a large copper plate and three small copper plates on the forehead of the adventurer's mask, it means that the adventurer is the third order of the bronze level, and if you upgrade two more levels to the fifth level of the bronze level, you will have the opportunity to upgrade to the silver level.

I'm not stupid, when I knew that Ruby adventurers were using Dad's snake to add weapons. I began to silently observe what was different from the weapons that my father had created from those low-level adventurers.

But for some reason, my dad didn't seem to intend to teach me at all. Sometimes I feel like I've been free-ranged, maybe I didn't pick it up.

Dad usually likes to drink except for iron, but he never delays his work. Of course, Dad's wine is very poor, and if he drinks too much, he will mess with the mountains.

As soon as I drank too much, I started telling stories with a friend of mine, but I think he made them up. If my dad really knew so many great people, would he still be here now? And every time I ask where are these friends now? Dad's answer was that all those friends were dead.

As the days passed, I was sixteen years old when I took the hammer from my father's hand.

Dad only asked me to do the most tiring and easiest step of ironing: forging.

It is to burn the iron red, break it into thin slices and fold it in half, and repeat it until Dad comes over and nods his head to confirm. After that, it will be handed over to my dad for the next step, and I can rest.

In the same year, the children who played together in the village received the baptism of Titans at the village house and became real adults.

Of course, this titan baptism is nothing more than pricking his finger and dripping blood into the wine bowl in front of him, dyeing the refined wheat wine bright red. After that, pray for the favor of the god of the Titans and drink it. In this way, even if you are really an adult, you will have the right to drink.

In the village, wheat wine is a very expensive thing.

This is because wheat is generally used to make bread, and it is rarely fermented into sake. Besides, the power is so low that it would take a pretty exaggerated expense to get yourself drunk with it.

Of course, the Titan baptism in the village house was free, and the children of the same age as me completed the rite of passage. A small number of children choose to stay and help their parents farm or take over their parents' work, while most of the children chase their childhood dreams and go to the royal city to join the adventurer's guild as adventurers.

And I am the former, inheriting my father's daily life of ironsmithing. But without teaching new knowledge, forging is an extremely boring job. It doesn't take much skill, it's just 100% dedication. Otherwise, burns are commonplace, and after helping Dad share the work, Dad's alcoholism will be aggravated.

I said before that wheat wine is more expensive, and I want to maintain my father's drunken state every day. I think most of the small profits we make are drunk in my father's stomach and the daily consumption of the blacksmith's shop. Only a small part of it was used for our daily life, and this part of the money was handed over to me after I became sensible.