The Divine Hunter Chapter 3: Start of construction
The morning wind came from the shores of Lake Vizima, bringing a bit of coldness and moisture to the witcher's pale cheeks.
Roy and Reso leaned outside the door of the blacksmith shop, enjoying a breakfast of grilled fish cakes. On their left, the inner city river flowed quietly, and early pedestrians hurriedly rushed to the spacious and clean street in front of them. Start the day's shopping in the direction of the market.
The door of the blacksmith shop behind the two people was ajar, and no sound could be heard quietly.
Berengar and Reso fell into a hangover after drinking a meal last night, but after less than three hours of sleep, they got up early in the morning and staggered around renting this room along the edge with two demon hunters. Blacksmith shop on the river.
Berengar, who was full of alcohol, began to forge, emphasizing the need for a quiet casting environment, and drove the two prepared assistants out of the blacksmith shop.
"Is this guy reliable?"
Occasionally Roy still feels sad about the huge expense.
"Okay, kid!" Leisuo said angrily, "Berengar is not an ordinary blacksmith on the bad streets. With his master-level forging ability, he can even have a place in the castles of some great nobles. . He is willing to help two demon hunters forge weapons, which is already a big favor. As for the high price and love of drinking, it is not a problem. Who is a person with first-rate ability without some quirks? You should show him corresponding Respect."
"Is the Master of Forging as powerful as you say?" After seeing the dwarves with average blacksmiths per capita, Roy had some wrong perceptions.
"What do you think?" Leisuo explained, "Some fields can't be achieved just by sweat and experience accumulation, but also require talent. A talented blacksmith, during the forging process, has certain skills. The control of details has extraordinary intuition. It is also easier to forge sophisticated weapons. This is something that a blacksmith with low talent cannot make up for no matter how hard he works."
"Lesso, it seems that you are a talentless blacksmith, and you have not become a blacksmith in more than eighty years."
"Okay, no more joking. Since Master Berengar can live a good life by being a nobleman, why should he live in poverty?"
"Because he was once a demon hunter..." Leisuo raised his head, and the warm yellow sun emerged from the sky in his sight, "Even if he doesn't want to admit it, there is more or less wandering elements in his nature. ."
"It's also possible that the nobles don't want to see him."
Roy thought for a while and summed it up with a more artistic sentence, "Wandering is the romance of the witcher... Well, I will have to let Dandelion write this sentence into poetry in the future."
"Fighting water ghosts is the romance of a demon hunter." Leisuo said quietly behind him, "Remember to add this sentence."
A slight sound of "sizzling" suddenly came from the half-opened door. Roy couldn't help but poke his head into the crack of the door to look secretly. In his imagination, under the strong firelight of the furnace in the blacksmith shop, there should be a sweater. The muscular man with shining golden light is swinging the hammer vigorously.
Unfortunately not.
Berengar is bending over and standing in front of the square table, holding something on the table with both arms. From top to bottom, he gently draws two wonderful straight lines like moving lake water. He can be faintly seen. The lifted sleeves were stained with some sticky gray dirt. On his right hand was a small shovel covered with mud. The handle was long, but the shovel surface was like a brick with an arc-shaped upper end.
"What is he doing?" Roy wondered, "How did the master blacksmith start working as a mason?"
"Being able to say this shows that you are a complete layman..." Lei Suo's shiny bald head emerged from Roy's hair, "You think that to forge a good weapon, you only need to keep Beating? Berengar is making molds for weapons."
"Mold?" Roy's eyebrows knitted together. He really didn't know much about forging, but he was better at killing monsters, alchemy, and taming animals.
"This kind of mold is used to shape weapons. Whether the weapon is a sword, a dagger, or a gun is determined by the mold. After the special clay is kneaded into a mold, it needs to be baked in the kiln next to it. Do it."
Roy suddenly realized that this was probably similar to making pottery.
"After the casting mold is fired, the next step is to put the sword-casting materials into the crucible according to the proportion, smelt and remove impurities, and then cast it into the mold. When it cools down, the original sword embryo will be formed."
"The blades of the Snake Sect double swords are engraved with patterns and grooves for infusion. It also requires the exquisite craftsmanship of the blacksmith to carve the corresponding patterns on the bottom of the mold first."
“The steel sword cast in the mold is just an embryo with a rough surface. After it is taken out from the mold, it needs further scraping and polishing to make its surface smoother.”
"Attach accessories, such as turquoise, glass, sword grid, and hilt."
"Finally, the formed Snake Sect steel sword still needs to be sharpened and sharpened with grindstone and water to make the blade sharp."
In this way, Belenkar concentrated on shaping the mold in the blacksmith shop. He did it slowly and carefully. As he said before, this is a long process.
Outside the blacksmith shop, Leisuo combined the movements and rhythms of Berengar in the shop and demonstrated it himself, teaching the young man the basic knowledge of blacksmithing. He occasionally interrogated and examined the contents of "Theory of Biology" and acted as a bodyguard.
A light yellow flame the size of a petal bounced back and forth flexibly between the boy's fingers. It seemed like a magic trick. In fact, the temperature was not high, and it was not even as good as the magician's magic tricks. It was just used to light the pipe.
This is the magic power training method that Roy figured out after awakening the ancient blood. It only requires five magic points and can last for a quarter of an hour. The training effect is better than simply releasing the seals continuously. It will be better to stick to it even during the senior official period. Probably next year, the Witcher's Seal will reach level 2.
Spent outside the blacksmith shop during the day.
At night, Roy entered the vast wilderness of Vizima alone to hone his sword skills, crossbow shooting, sigils, and become familiar with the flickering skills. Try to connect several abilities together to form a stable combat system.
By the way, by using the traps and wilderness knowledge taught by Seret, you can gain about ten experience points a day by hunting.
After training, he communicated emotionally with his mount "Golfin" in Sintra through telepathy ~IndoMTL.com~ and took care of the little guy's daily life. The little griffon is already half a year old and has the IQ of a four- or five-year-old human child. It can express happiness, anger, hunger, anxiety and other emotions to its owner.
It has grown larger, equivalent to an adult pony, and continuing to be kept in a cage will undoubtedly affect its growth and development.
"In a few days, find a secluded place on the outskirts of Vizima to summon Galfin." Roy stared at the night sky and fell into meditation.
"It's best to find a way to disguise it, otherwise it will be too inconvenient to carry around."
The fulfilling days always pass quickly, and a week passes in the blink of an eye.
During this period, Berengar showed amazing professionalism. After a meal every morning, he went into the blacksmith shop to forge without eating or drinking. He did not put down his work until late at night, and did not even sleep. He was making floors in a blacksmith shop, and he had to control the changes in the cast materials at all times.
In just one week, his hair became greasy and rancid, a scruffy stubble grew on his chin, his eyes were bloodshot, but his spirit was extremely high - the embryos of the Snake Sect's steel sword and silver sword had taken shape, and they were still alive. Poor decoration and sharpening.
"Are all foundry masters so crazy?" Roy couldn't help but admire the drunkard now. According to his crazy work intensity, if he were an ordinary person, even if he forged a sword, he would not be able to escape a serious illness in the end.
"A person who becomes a master in a certain field must be paranoid and pathological." Lei Suo said sincerely. Both of them thought that time would go smoothly to the end and there would be no further complications.
However, trouble finally came.
On the eighth day, a disheveled man hummed a strange ditty and came to the blacksmith shop.
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