According to the regulations of the workshop, everyone must forge ten weapons a day, which is difficult for Emir, let alone the new recruits.

They seemed to understand that this was impossible, so they all seemed particularly depressed and less motivated.

Some recruits simply broke the cans. Emil discovered that one man only burned the iron pieces for more than ten minutes and then started beating them, and then immediately threw them into the bucket. As you can imagine, the iron pieces quickly developed cracks.

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Naturally, the supervisor's eyes would not miss any detail. He immediately ran over, took out the manual and wrote down twenty gold coins next to the person's name.

However, the man didn't care. He continued to mechanically take out the next piece of iron and repeated the wrong operation just now, as if he had become a walking zombie. The supervisor just sneered and saw that he would get a mark every time he damaged a piece of iron.

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Finally, after the man successfully damaged three pieces of iron, Emil couldn't stand it anymore. He rushed over and snatched the iron piece from his hand.

The man didn't say anything and turned around to get another piece of iron. Now Emil became angry and slapped him in the face.

"enough!"

"Tsk, it's none of your business. I have plenty of money. Get out of here." The man was beaten awake, but he was not grateful to Emil.

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

Emil has never been so angry. He sympathizes with the suffering of these people, because he himself was purely lucky and worked as an apprentice in a blacksmith shop, so he was able to do well here, but these people were unlucky, and only those who were slaughtered

share.

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

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

I saw him take out a piece from the pile of iron pieces and throw it into the stove. Because there were iron pieces that had been burned before, he directly took out a piece and placed it on the anvil.

The man couldn't understand why he should take out an extra piece to burn when he could just hit the red-hot iron piece. After thinking carefully for a while, he finally figured it out, because doing so would save time.

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

Emil picked up the hammer and struck it hard on the red-hot iron. Sparks flew out in an instant.

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

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

"This is the impurity inside the iron piece. The purpose of repeated iron striking is to remove the impurities from the iron piece. When you beat until there are no sparks, it means that the impurities have been completely removed. At this time, you can put it into the water. This process is called

Quenching, however, is the most dangerous time in the entire forging process. If you are not careful...well, or if you are unlucky, the quenched iron piece will collapse. Of course, there are very few iron pieces that have completely removed impurities.

This happens."

"I see."

"The steps after quenching are very simple. Just polish it with a whetstone. Since the requirements of the workshop are not high, you can just grind out the edge. Finally, install the hilt and handguard."

"Oh, I understand."

When Emil saw what he said, his eyes were a little dazed. He couldn't help but sigh and continued to hammer. He decided to help others to the end and complete the sword for him.

About an hour later, Emil succeeded in quenching. He breathed a sigh of relief, took out the piece of iron that had been put into the stove, and then motioned to the man to do it himself.

"But according to what you just said, it still needs to be polished."

"You are stupid. You can punch out the sword first, and then polish it together in the end."

"Oh." The man nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Give."

Emil handed the hammer to him and smiled sincerely after seeing him finally get it right.

However, when he wanted to return to his job, he suddenly found people standing around him. Emil remembered that most of them were new recruits, but there were still a few veterans.

"Oh, that's it. No wonder I hammered it for so long and it finally collapsed."

"Yes, yes, this person is so awesome."

"He must be a professional blacksmith."

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The soldiers who were watching were all talking about it. When Emil heard these words, he felt a sense of accomplishment. He didn't waste time and started his own forging.

Sion is smarter than the person just now. After taking a quick look at Emil's demonstration, he became very skilled at it. The final quenching process was also very successful.

In this way, the two of them worked non-stop. However, the forging process was so boring that Emil began to feel dazed unknowingly.

According to the supervisor, each person's task is ten swords a day, and the working hours are twelve hours. If you work overtime... No, you must work overtime, otherwise your livelihood cannot be guaranteed, which means you have to work sixteen hours a day.

hours, leaving eight hours of rest.

But it takes more than two hours to forge a sword. Even if it is conservatively estimated, it will take more than two hours to complete the task.

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It took twenty hours, and sure enough, the workshop seemed to have no intention of letting them complete the task from the beginning.

When Emil thought about this, he became even more desperate. He obviously couldn't save himself, but he still tried to help others.

He was beating and thinking about this matter, and the more he thought about it, the worse his mood became, so that he finally forgot what he was doing and threw the iron piece into the bucket by accident.

The sharp sound brought him back to his senses. As he looked at the cracked iron piece, a greater sense of despair suddenly came over him, directly overshadowing the confidence he had just gained when he was praised by people.

"Emil, what's wrong with you?"

Sean was extremely surprised. After all, Emil was very skilled in forging skills, yet he would make such a stupid mistake.

The supervisor would not let this small mistake go. Although he had just seen Emil's demonstration and sincerely admired it, the rules were the rules and no one could make an exception.

"Oh, I was lost in thought just now." Emil sighed softly.

"...Really? That doesn't matter, I will help you pay back the money."

"Don't be like this, it was a mistake I made."

"No, if it weren't for you, I would probably give up on myself like that person just now, and I might lose a lot of iron pieces. It's okay. I will definitely help you with this small favor."

Emil no longer shied away, he knew that there was no point in continuing, as Thain would not change his mind.

Afterwards, the two continued to forge. What they didn't know was that there was a small room deep in the weapons workshop, and an old man was observing Emil through the narrow window in the door.

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It was afternoon. Emil and Sean had worked for a long time. Their backs were sore and they decided to take a rest.

At this moment, the door of the workshop was suddenly pushed open. The person who came seemed to be in a hurry. The door hit the wall with a loud sound, which startled all the craftsmen present.

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

No one had ever seen this scene before, and they didn't know what kind of trouble Huan was going to pull, so they were all on tenterhooks.

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

The soldiers immediately swarmed in and took the forged swords when they saw them. It didn't take long for the weapons workshop's inventory to be emptied, but they took it back, 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, everything they have done before has been registered, but today they are like bandits, taking it and running away.

Do you know if it is included in today's tasks?

When Juan saw that all the soldiers had taken their weapons, he left with the soldiers without saying anything. In the end, he did not forget to lock the door, regardless of the opinions of the craftsmen.

"It's over. According to that guy's behavior, our work today was in vain." A veteran held his forehead helplessly.

"Tsk, it's really abominable. Can we only be oppressed by that guy? What a shabby army. It's just a black-hearted workshop. We are really unlucky."

"Hey, stop complaining and keep working, otherwise you'll have to deduct money again. I already owe more than a hundred gold coins."

"Tch, I'm quitting. At worst, I'll be punished by military law. It's better than continuing to stay in this hell." A grumpy recruit yelled.

In short, these craftsmen complained every word to me, and some even went on strike.

Naturally, the supervisor did not miss this good opportunity and registered those who were slacking on work one by one. However, when he passed by a craftsman, the craftsman stretched out a leg and tripped him to the ground. He fell to the ground.

"Hahahaha." The craftsmen burst into laughter.

"Tsk, just wait for me. I will record everything for you. Mr. Huan will uphold justice for me."

The supervisor angrily hid in the corner of the workshop, perfectly explaining what it means to say the cruelest words in the most cowardly tone.

When the craftsmen heard what he said, they immediately became sad.

Emil and Sion also felt helpless, and they were exhausted both physically and mentally, so they had no choice but to continue sitting and resting. At this time, a figure suddenly appeared behind them.

Emil suddenly felt a chill. He turned around suddenly and found an old man with white hair staring at him with a smile.

"...What the hell!" Emil jumped up in fright.

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

"Who are you?" Sean asked loudly.

"My name is Mosswood, and I am the person in charge of this weapons workshop." The old man was still smiling and looked very kind.

"Oh?" Emil looked at the old man and then said respectfully, "Hello, old sir, what can I do for you?"

Emil tried his best to be polite. Out of intuition, he felt that the old man was not a bad person.
To be continued...