The first thing Mo Yan did when he came out of the teaching assistant's office was to throw away the stupid uniform, and he didn't see the student even wear it to school anyway. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info pinned the silver badge to the placket of his clothes, found a tutor in charge of teaching riding skills at the horse farm, and Mo Yan booked a full day of riding training for himself tomorrow.

Whatever you want to learn in this school, you need to book the course one day in advance, and the tutor will choose how to teach and what equipment is needed according to the predetermined number of people. For the other courses in the academy, Mo Yan was not interested at all, if he really wanted to learn something, he had already learned the world script.

It is much faster to find some relevant books than to find those so-called tutors.

When Mo Yan followed the old man and came out of the mountains, he had already passed the age of elementary school. At the age of 14, he completed five years of primary school on his own in one year.

Then casually I was admitted to a key middle school in the city. But when Mo Yan entered the school, he only hung his name in the class, but people usually did not appear in the classroom, and only showed his face when he took important exams, and the score of 60 was the same every time, no more, no less, just passing.

The teachers at the school also approached the old man more than once, but the old man said, "Isn't it enough that he passes every exam?" and he is not expected to be a scientist, so he can get by." And sent those teachers who looked confused.

The guardians have such an attitude, what else can the school say? can only turn a blind eye to Mo Yan, as long as he doesn't cause trouble for the school, it doesn't matter if he comes or not. And Mo Yan took advantage of these times to get into the city library, report on time every morning, and leave on time for dinner.

In the past three years, Mo Yan has become familiar with everyone in the library, and occasionally when the administrator has something, Mo Yan will also help take care of it. During the time when Mo Yan helped, he could always help the people who came to borrow books and find the books they needed to use as soon as possible. Even some readers who forgot the title of the book and only remembered the content of the book, Mo Yan could find the book he was looking for after just listening to a few words.

Finally, the head of the library, seeing this, hired this small boy as a temporary librarian, with half the salary of the regular staff, but more authoritative than the regular staff, and no one was more familiar with the library than him, what kind of books were there, and where they were placed.

"Speaking of which, librarian seems to be one of the three major professions. After glancing at the book list and noting down the contents, Mo Yan, who threw it away, recalled the days on the earth, and felt a little inexplicably nostalgic.

In the horse farm north of the academy, the person in charge of teaching riding was a middle-aged man, who was only forty years old, and he was considered young in the academy. He used to be a vice-captain of the Imperial Knights, but he lost a hand in the war and got this retirement job. It is said that while he was in the service, he could ride on horseback for a week without getting off his horse to rest.

is such a glorious knight, who can only stay here and look at the empty horse farm, occasionally teaching some noble ladies to ride every year, quite a bit of heroic twilight sadness.

It was the first time that a riding instructor had seen a student come to book a lesson in person, and usually the children of the nobility were in charge of these things by their servants.

"There are ready-made horses in the academy, but if you are used to using your own, you can bring them directly tomorrow. "There are almost no students practicing in the horse farm, because few nobles have not learned to ride horses at home in their teens. The college's horse farm was just a pastime for them, as well as a place for horse racing and betting.

Horses are not expensive in the empire, but good horses have always been scarce, and most of them are in the hands of nobles, and occasionally there are some horses with good blood on the market, which will be quickly bought at a high price. So even in the aristocratic academy, there are only some ordinary horses in the horse farm, and for those noble children, those docile little mares are obviously not enough.

After agreeing on tomorrow's class, Mo Yan didn't stay in the academy for long, and his schedule was very tight today. After leaving the academy and finding the carriage waiting at the door, Mo Yan came to the easternmost part of the uptown district. This is the downwind outlet of the entire Upper Town, and only here is the blacksmith shop set up that the burning soot does not blow into the mansions of the nobles.

There are not many blacksmith shops in Shangcheng, and the one that Mo Yan chose was because of its peculiar architectural style. Unlike most of the surrounding buildings, all of them are built of large square rocks, and there is a hint of finesse in the rough style, and the absolute symmetry of the shapes shows that the craftsmen who built this building are definitely the most demanding paranoids, and there is not the slightest difference between the left and right.

Like most blacksmith shops, this one is called Iron and Fire. In front is a storefront with finished weapons, and in the back is a furnace that is unusually hot, and the sound of hammers is constantly ringing.

Looking at the store was a small girl, who looked very energetic in her teens, but obviously wouldn't be the owner of the shop. Of course, the most common blacksmith is weapons, and as a storefront in the upper town of Giza, the farm tools that are only used in the wheat fields will not appear here. At most, it's some iron pots, or barbecue grills for picnics.

On the weapon rack on the wall, a large number of prepared weapons are hung. There are too many complicated patterns and hollow things, and some slender places look like they will break when touched, more like a work of art than Mo Yan's scimitar. The armor in the corner is too bulky, and the armor that looks extremely thick is full of various reliefs and monster shapes, majestic but not practical at all, at least not something that normal people can use.

"Hello, welcome to Iron and Fire, what do you need. Seeing that there were guests in the store, the girl's hospitality was very thoughtful, and she came out directly from behind the counter and came to Mo Yan to inquire politely.

"I want to make a custom weapon here. Mo Yan untied the double knife on his waist, handed it to the girl and said, "The appearance will be made according to this, but I will add some patterns and shapes, and I can draw the pattern to you later." ”

"Okay, no problem" Be careful of the long knife that was already a little blunt, the girl secretly blamed Mo Yan in her heart for not caring for the weapon, it can be seen from the gap on the blade that this knife has hardly been polished, not even the knife oil, and now there are some traces of rust.

Never argue with a customer, this iron rule is the first rule of the salesperson no matter where it is. If it weren't for the owner of this shop, who has always had that fiery temper and made the store almost unattended, she wouldn't have been hired to be in charge here.

"Do you have any ready-made Kru steel here?" Mo Yan looked around the store, didn't see the furnace he was trying to find, and continued, "I need to make it with that material, you should be fine, right?"

"Ahh

"Krugang, what do you need that thing for? Show off that you can slay dragons?"

The door behind the blacksmith was opened, and a scorching breath rushed into the room. The sound of clattering footsteps was steady and powerful, but Mo Yan didn't see anyone come in. And when a short figure walked out from behind the counter, which was not too high, Mo Yan saw the owner of the rough voice, a dwarf sweating profusely and shirtless.

Only to the height of Mo Yan's waist, the arms that are disproportionate to his body, and the beard that is braided into a whip all over his face, there is almost no skin on his face, all of which show his difference. Mo Yan had long known that there were many inhuman intelligent races on this continent, but this was the first time he had seen it.

According to Camos's common sense, strong dwarves mostly live underground and high mountains, while dexterous elves never leave their jungles, and they are rarely seen in the human world. Although the largest number of humans occupy the plains, they are actually divided by these races, and if the territories of those races are not counted, there are few more than four human countries bordering them.

"I naturally have my usefulness. Mo Yan looked at the dwarf in front of him, his eyes were full of curiosity and said, "I'm just in a hurry to get something, if there is a ready-made Klugang casting block, of course I can make things as quickly as possible." ”

"Such a good thing, just to create such a waste?" The dwarf snatched the long knife from the girl's hand, looked at it a few times and lost interest, threw it to Mo Yan and said, "If that's the case, you better find another place, I won't take your business." People who don't even want to maintain their weapons, hum!"

"I'm a newbie and have had very little contact with knives before. Mo Yan looked at the knife that was thrown back into his arms and said, "I have also tried to polish the weapon, although it is not very good, but it is not my fault." Besides, where is my design? I've always been comfortable with it, and there's no knife here that can be more swift. ”

"Anyway, I won't take your business!" the bearded dwarf slammed his fist on the table, his voice threatening to shatter the window.

"Oh, if you don't have the craft, you just make excuses? Mo Yan pretended to be disappointed and shook his head, turned around with a knife and walked out.

"Stop! Who said dwarves don't have skills! In the whole of Giza, if there is that damn bastard who makes something half as good as me, old Olli dares to spit in his face!" When the dwarf heard Mo Yan's words, his eyes were about to pop out, and he trotted all the way over, snatched the double knife in Mo Yan's hand, and drilled into the furnace behind him without looking back.

"You've achieved your goal. Putting down the fingers that had gagged her ears, the girl smiled and looked at the closed back door and said, "Old Olli has such a temper, but when he calms down, you should be prepared to suffer, the price he offers will definitely be too expensive for you to afford." ”

"There's always a way to do it. Mo Yan smiled, pushed the door and left Iron and Fire.