The lord is going to strike iron, and if the news gets out, it will definitely cause a sensation, especially the few dark elves who have followed Langdon since Solrenord.

Langdon used to be an absolute rich second generation, and the work of blacksmithing and carpenter was parallel to him, and he couldn't do anything at all.

But now, first I took out all kinds of carpenter's drawings, and now I have to start striking iron myself?

It's unimaginable!

However, as soon as the so-called connoisseurs got started, there was only nothing, and when Langdon drove Ridori in front of the stove and stood there with his hammer, old Victor's eyes couldn't help but light up, at least this start was really decent.

Langdon looked at the situation, turned to Ridori and said, "Go, add five more pieces of wood to the stove, and drum the wind seven times." ”

Ridori immediately did so, and the flames in the furnace, which had been smaller, immediately burst again.

Langdon looked at it and said, "Two more drums." ”

This time he nodded with satisfaction, and directly picked up the inferior ingot that Ridori had used to practice, and sent it into the fire with iron tongs.

Two minutes later, Langdon retracted the tongs, the ingots had turned red and soft, and Langdon placed them on the anvil and clanged them.

People were in front of the stove, right in front of the hearth, the hot air rushed to their bodies, and the ice melted easily, not to mention standing alone, and within a few minutes, a thick layer of sweat appeared on Langdon's body.

He paused slightly, simply ripped off his clothes, left only a pair of pants, and started again with his upper body.

The heat didn't affect him, but there was a faint smile on his face, because he was the real person now.

The current Langdon, although he has Langdon's appearance, life experience and even memory, is still Degang children's shoes in the valley.

In his world, he is not a gentleman, let alone a lord king.

Carpenter, blacksmith, alchemist、...... Even the farmer and the cook, these are the real him, so when he holds the hammer again, the familiar feeling comes to his mind, and he can't help but feel a little nostalgic, remembering the past that has passed away and may never come back.

Langdon was completely immersed in the atmosphere, but neither of the two people watching from the sidelines were staring at him with their eyes fixed on him.

Ridori looked stupid, and watched Langdon's movements be smooth, and the hammer went down, and it was an inexplicable beauty, which felt like he had never seen in his master.

The old blacksmith was also surprised, and Ridori's exclamation was right, Langdon was really more skilled than him, and the rhythm between the falling hammers had only been seen in his brother.

However, after all, the old blacksmith is well-informed, coupled with the calmness that has been precipitated by the years, although he was shocked, he was not stupid, he looked at it, and suddenly said: "Another wind!"

Ridori was awakened by the old blacksmith's voice, and did not dare to slack off, and hurriedly puffed up again.

Langdon also woke up, not because the old blacksmith roared, but instinct told him that there was not enough fire, and there was no wind.

But this time he didn't need to be distracted, because the old blacksmith had already done it for him.

Langdon couldn't help but look back at the old blacksmith in some surprise, not to mention anything else, this judgment is not something that an ordinary blacksmith can have.

However, Langdon didn't pay much attention to this at this point, and his attention returned to the ingot.

The ingots had been tempered by Ridori before, but the young man's strength and skill were obviously insufficient, and the old blacksmith could not keep the furnace temperature as he did now, and every time he needed to heat the ingots, he also needed to add firewood and blast himself, so the ingots could only be regarded as primary processing.

At this time, when I arrived at Langdon, in ten minutes, the hammer fell hundreds of times on the ingot, and the volume of the ingot was less than half the original size, and the impurities in it were almost gone.

Langdon then stopped hammering, and shoved the ingots into the furnace again, grabbing a few tools from the side.

The ingots were out again, softer than the last, and Langdon took the tool and easily divided it into quarters, then changed the hammer and clanked at one of the pieces again.

Before, it was to remove impurities, now it is to shape.

The old blacksmith couldn't help but take two steps forward, and the ingots were already only half the size of a palm, and he couldn't see clearly from a distance.

With the small hammer, Langdon's hand speed was noticeably faster than before, and he picked up a chisel from time to time, carefully handling some edges and corners.

The old blacksmith looked at Langdon, and did not forget his apprentice, and when he looked up and saw Ridori and the fool, he immediately became angry, threw his pipe away, and scolded: "Fool, look at the people, look at the hands! ”

Only then did Ridori come to his senses and hurriedly move his eyes.

The focus is on the type, and the blacksmith blacksmith is the word!

This time it took a long time, the work became thinner, and although the hand speed was faster, it did not speed up the molding speed.

Beat for a while, enter the water to cool the solidification, then quench, modify, and re-enter the water.

After going back and forth four times, and taking more than twenty minutes, Langdon finally nodded, took a piece of sandpaper from the side, and began to polish the small object in his hand.

A minute later, the sandpaper was laid to the side, and with a spread of hands, a gear four centimeters in diameter gave off a golden metallic hue under the light of the blacksmith's shop and the fire of the stove.

"Oh my God, what a skill!" said the old blacksmith, slapping Ridori's outstretched hand away, glaring at him, and then carefully taking the gear with both hands, as if he were holding some rare treasure.

The old blacksmith looked at the gears in his hand with his apprentices, and while thinking back to Langdon's previous methods, he said, "I can make something so small, but it can never be so delicate." ”

He was silent for a while and said, "My brother may be able to, but ......"

He fell silent again, and did not continue.

Langdon didn't ask, but casually picked up one of the remaining three processed ingots, and then took the gear and said: "The function of this thing is like this, one turn, drive the other turn, these teeth need to fit each other, but not to such an exaggerated extent, and there is no need to be so small, the specific size is on the drawings, you can try it first, if it really doesn't work." ”

This gear, because it involves memories, feelings and other fucked things, plus Langdon has been holding back for too long, and he intends to show off in front of the two black dwarves, so it has almost achieved the extreme, not only is it small, but all the sawtooth teeth are exactly the same, and that's all, at least a master blacksmith can do, and it is also the ultimate that this body can achieve at present.

And he wanted the old blacksmith to make it much simpler, bigger, and rougher, and he thought the old blacksmith could do it.

Patting the two black dwarves on the shoulder, Langdon got dressed and left the blacksmith satisfied.

In the shop, the atmosphere that had been quiet for a long time was broken by Ridori, "Master, the lord is so powerful, let him teach me." ”

"Stinky boy, dislike your master, it's really a beating, why don't you go to practice, do you want to be lazy?" The old blacksmith slapped the apprentice on the head again, and then regardless of the apprentice's bitter expression, he walked to the front leisurely with the gear.

"Find a prominent place to hang it, this is the heirloom of our shop. ”