According to the rules of the workshop, each person had to forge ten weapons a day, which was difficult for the emir, let alone the recruits.

They also seem to understand that this is impossible, so they are very frustrated and not highly motivated.

When a few of the recruits simply broke the can, the emir found that one of them had only burned the iron pieces for ten minutes and began to beat them, and then immediately threw them into the buckets, and as you can imagine, the iron pieces soon cracked.

The overseer's gaze naturally did not miss a single detail, and immediately ran over, took out a manual, and wrote down twenty gold coins next to the man's name.

However, the man didn't care, and he continued to mechanically take out the next piece of iron, repeating the mistake he had just done, as if he had become a walking corpse, and the overseer just sneered, and watched him make a note for every piece of iron he damaged.

Eventually, after the man had managed to damage the three pieces of iron, the emir could not stand it anymore, and he rushed over and snatched the pieces of iron from his hand.

The man didn't say anything, and turned to get another piece of iron, and then the emir was furious and slapped him in the face.

"Enough!"

"Tsk, what's the matter with you, I have money, get out of here." The man was beaten to his senses, but was not grateful to the emir.

"Get out of the way, I'll teach you."

The emir had never been so angry, and he sympathized with the plight of these men, for he himself had been able to navigate here by sheer luck and had been apprenticed to the blacksmith's shop, but these men were unlucky, and had to be slaughtered.

But this is not a reason for them to give up on themselves, the more desperate they are, the more they cannot compromise.

The man was frightened by the emir's momentum and consciously stepped aside to watch the emir's demonstration.

I saw him take out a piece of iron from the mountain pile and throw it into the stove, because there were burned iron pieces before, he directly took out a piece and put it on the anvil.

That person couldn't understand it, since he could directly beat the red-hot iron piece, why did he take out one more piece and burn it, after thinking about it for a while, he finally figured it out, because doing so would save time.

According to the correct operation, it will take about an hour to burn a piece of iron, but if you keep waiting, it will be too late, and today's task will definitely not be completed, and who knows what the punishment will be when the time comes.

The emir picked up the hammer and struck it the red-hot piece of iron, and in an instant sparks flew everywhere.

"Do you know why there is Mars?" The emir asked him suddenly.

"Uh, I don't know." The man shook his head.

"This is the impurities in the iron sheet, the purpose of our repeated iron is to remove the impurities in the iron sheet, when you hit to no sparks, it means that the impurities have been completely removed, then you can put it into the water, this process is called quenching, however, this is the most dangerous time in the whole forging process, a little careless...... Well, or if you're unlucky, the quenched piece of iron will collapse, and of course, this rarely happens with the piece of iron that has been completely removed from impurities. ”

"I see."

"The steps after quenching are very simple, just polish them with a whetstone, and since the requirements of the workshop are not high, you can just sharpen the edge of the blade, and finally install the hilt and handguard."

"Uh-oh, got it."

Emir saw that he said this, but his eyes were a little dazed, he couldn't help but sigh, and continued to beat, he decided to help people to the end, and directly finished the sword for him.

After about an hour, when the emir had succeeded in quenching, he breathed a sigh of relief, took out the piece of iron that had been placed in the stove, and motioned for the man to do it himself.

"But according to what you just said, you still have to polish it."

"You're stupid, can't you just punch out the sword first, and then polish it in the end."

"Uh-oh." The man nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

"Give."

The emir handed him the hammer and smiled heartily when he saw that he was finally in good shape.

However, when he wanted to return to his work, he suddenly found himself surrounded by people, most of whom the Emir remembered were new recruits, although there were still a few veterans.

"Oh, I see, no wonder I hammered it for so long, and finally it collapsed."

"yes, yes, this guy is amazing."

"They must be professional blacksmiths."

……

The onlookers were all talking, and when Emir heard these words, he felt a sense of accomplishment, and he did not waste any more time and began his own forging.

Sain was smarter than the man just now, and after a little glance at the Emili's demonstration, he was very proficient, and the final quenching process was also very successful.

In this way, the two of them worked non-stop, but the forging process was so boring that the emir began to be in a daze before he knew it.

According to the overseer, each person's task in a day is ten swords, and then the working hours are twelve hours, if overtime...... No, you have to work overtime, otherwise your livelihood will not be guaranteed, which means you have to work 16 hours a day and have 8 hours of rest left.

However, it takes more than two hours to forge a sword, and even if it is conservatively estimated, it will take twenty hours to complete the task, and sure enough, the workshop does not seem to have intended for them to complete the task in the first place.

The thought of this made the emir even more desperate, he was obviously unable to protect himself, but he still had to do what he could to help others.

He thought about it as he thrashed, and the more he thought about it, the worse he became, so much so that at last he forgot what he was doing, and threw the piece of iron into the bucket.

The shrill voice brought him back to his senses, and he looked at the cracked piece of iron, and an even greater sense of despair instantly hit him, directly overshadowing the confidence he had just generated when he was praised by the people.

"Emir, what's the matter with you?"

Sain was amazed, after all, the Emir's forging skills were very skilled, and he would make such a low-level mistake.

The overseer would not let go of this small mistake, although he had just seen the demonstration of the emir and sincerely admired it, but rules are rules, and no one can be an exception.

"Well, I was thinking about the problem just now." The emir sighed softly.

“…… Is it? That's okay, I'll pay you back. ”

"Don't do that, it was my mistake."

"No, if it weren't for you, I guess I would have given up on myself like the man just now, maybe how much iron I lost, it's okay, I'll definitely have to help you with this little favor."

Emir no longer shirked, he knew that there was no point in continuing, and that Sain would not change his mind.

The two then proceeded to the forging, unbeknownst to them, there was a small room in the depths of the weapons workshop, where an old man was observing the emir through the narrow window of the door.

……

When the time came in the afternoon, Emile and Sain had been working for a long time, had a sore back, and decided to take a break.

At this moment, the door of the workshop was suddenly pushed open, and the people who came seemed to be in a hurry, and the door hit the wall with a loud noise, startling all the craftsmen present.

Then, a familiar figure walked in, it was the officer named Juan, who was followed by a large group of soldiers.

Everyone had never seen this meeting, and they didn't know what Juan was going to do, so they were all worried.

"Go get your weapons." Juan said to the soldiers behind him.

The soldiers immediately flocked to the sword, and when they saw it, they took it, and it was not long before the stocks of the weapons workshop were emptied, but they took it and took it, but it was not recorded in the names of the craftsmen.

The fruits of the craftsmen's hard work all day have now been taken away, although their task is to provide weapons to the soldiers, but what they have done before has been registered, today they are like bandits, take it and run, I don't know if it is counted in today's task.

Seeing that all the soldiers had finished their weapons, Juan did not say anything and left with the soldiers, and finally did not forget to lock the gate, completely ignoring the opinions of the craftsmen.

"It's over, according to that guy's style, we've done it for nothing today." A veteran helplessly lifted his forehead.

"Tsk, it's really hateful, can we only be bullied by that guy? What a broken army, it's a black-hearted workshop, we are unlucky. ”

"Alas, don't complain, keep working, otherwise you will have to deduct money again, I already owe more than a hundred gold coins."

"Cut, Lao Tzu is gone, it's a big deal to be dealt with by military law, it's better than continuing to stay in this hell." A grumpy recruit yelled.

In short, these craftsmen complain word by word, and some even go on strike.

The overseer did not miss this good opportunity to register those who were passive and slacking off their work, but when he passed by a craftsman, the craftsman tripped him over with one leg and fell to the ground.

"Hahahaha." The craftsmen burst into laughter.

"Tsk, you wait for me, I'll give you all the notes, and Lord Juan will do justice for me."

The Overseer huffed into the corner of the workshop, perfectly illustrating what it means to say the most ruthless words in the most cowardly tone.

When the craftsmen heard him say this, their faces immediately became sad.

Emile and Sain also felt helpless, and they were physically and mentally exhausted, so they had to continue to sit and rest, when a figure suddenly appeared behind them.

Emil felt a chill at once, and he turned sharply to find an old man with white hair staring at him with a smile.

“…… What the hell! The emir jumped in fright.

"Hehe, it's not a ghost, it's just a bad old man." The old man said, stroking his white goatee.

"Who are you?" Sain asked loudly.

"The old man's name is Moswood, and he is the head of this weapons workshop." The old man was still smiling and looking very kind.

"Oh?" The emir looked at the old man for a moment, and then said respectfully, "Hello old man, may I ask what is the matter?" ”

The emir tried to be as polite as possible, and intuitively, he felt that the old man was not a bad person.

"Well, you kid is too good at reading things," Moswood sighed, and then said, "The old man has a matter of business to look for you, oh no, only for you, Émile. ”

"Me?" The emir was incredulous.

"That's right," Moswood nodded, "in this case, you two come with me first, and let the old man talk to you slowly." ”

"What? Am I going too? Sain asked.

"Of course, aren't you friends? It doesn't matter if you come, it's better to say that the old man wants you to come together, and maybe you can be a substitute when the time comes. ”

The two looked at each other, and although they didn't understand the meaning of the old man's words, they still followed him.

They came to a small room in the depths of the weapons workshop, and the moment the Emir stepped into it, he felt a wave of heat, and he looked at it, and found that the room was small, with only a workbench for blacksmithing, and then a table and two chairs leaning against the wall.

"Wow, the temperature in this room is too high." Sain was a little unbearable.

"Hehe, it's okay, just get used to it." Mosswood comforted him.

"How can you get used to this, old man, you better not stay here, maybe it will be harmful to your body." Sain said worriedly.

The reason why Sain said this is because he also doesn't believe that the old man is a bad person, after all, it can be seen from the old man's words and deeds that he is different from Juan's kind of person.

"Oh, what a good boy, the old man hasn't heard such a thing for many years," Moswood was very moved, and then said, "However, the old man still has important things to do here, and once it is done, he will have no regrets in this life, so this little suffering can still be endured." ”

Amy also wanted to persuade her, but after listening to the old man's words, she gave up.

"What do you want to say, Mr. Mosswood? Does it have anything to do with what you said was important? "The emir gets to the point.

"Well, that's right, here's the thing, you should know that the lord of this entire region is Lord Kresty."

"Of course I know, I just listened to our village chief at that time, saying that Master Chrysti is a man of his word, and the condolence money will definitely be sent to us, but what is the result? Aren't we just going to be tricked into working here as a black worker? ”

The more Sain spoke, the more angry he became, but gradually, he finally realized that Moswood had worked for Chrysti, and now he was speaking ill of his master.

"Hehe, it's okay, the old man also thinks that Christy is a hypocrisy." Moswood was blunt.

"Really? I think so, too. As if he had found resonance, Sain immediately smiled.

He wanted to continue complaining, but the Emir stopped him in time and motioned for Mosswood to continue.

"Well, although it is a rare female knight in the empire, Chrysti's strength is very strong, and this strength is based on having the right weapon, unlike what you think, most of the knights' martial arts are similar, and the difference in their strength is reflected in the weapon, with a powerful weapon, you can use powerful sword skills, so as to defeat a strong enemy."

"I see." The emir nodded.

"Kresti's weapon is a two-handed sword, which is unique among the knights of the entire empire, but the problem is that after she became the lord of our town, somehow, the weapon was damaged, and her strength was greatly reduced......"

"Oh, I see," said Sain, suddenly realized, "so seeing that the demons are about to attack this town, Kresty is in dire need of a new weapon, right?" ”

"That's right, so this important task was naturally handed over to the weapon workshop, but it's a pity that the old man is old, and he no longer has the same energy as he did at the beginning, and now he wants to build a weapon for a powerful knight, and the old man is also powerless."

"Then you just said that this is the most important thing in your life, and you said that it must be completed, but you are like this, how can you forge a sword?" Sain spotted the problem.

"Hehe," Moswood stroked his beard and said slowly, "Yes, the old man can't do it, but he can let the apprentice help, the old man will personally command, and the apprentice will be responsible for contributing." ”

"Ah, I see," dawned on Sain, "you mean you want to take us as apprentices, don't you?" ”

"Hehe, you're smart."

Sain scratched his head and giggled when he heard himself being praised by Moswood.

In fact, Emile had already guessed Moswood's idea, so many craftsmen outside didn't call, but called the two of them here, it must have been because he saw Emir's demonstration process just now.

In fact, the emir knew that he had a talent for blacksmithing, and when he was an apprentice in the village blacksmith shop, the old blacksmith found out and planned to let him inherit the blacksmith shop, but unfortunately something happened to his family.

However...... In the face of Moswood's deliberate support, Emile had a different idea.

"Mr. Moswood, why do you think we must want to be your apprentices?"

If it were an ordinary person, he would definitely be overjoyed to hear that he was going to build weapons for the lord, but Emir was different, he knew very well that he had nothing to do with Chrysti in this field, and if it weren't for her acquiescence, Juan's kind would not dare to be so arrogant.

A man who indulges the misdeeds of his subordinates is not worthy of being a lord at all, and certainly does not deserve his admiration.

Hearing this, Moswood's kind face froze directly, he didn't expect that he would also have a hot face and a cold ass one day.