Lester lives in the very center of the Emerald Territory. Under early planning, an inner city will be built in this area. What he has not told others is that Lester wants to build an inner city in the inner city.
A college.
"Brother, breakfast is ready. Do you want me to serve it to you?"
Keith's voice came from outside the door. Lester calmed down his breathing and ended his practice posture.
There was a 'click', and a small hole opened in the oak floor when stepped on by his right foot. The man was a little stunned.
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that something was wrong with his body, as if he was growing too fast.
Just yesterday, he accidentally crushed the wooden bowl while he was distracted. This was something that was impossible in the past.
You know, a wooden bowl soaked in oil that has been roasted by fire cannot even be split open by an axe, but it is crushed by myself with five fingers. It is really incredible, but considering that this is a world with magic and mysterious power
, which is somewhat more reasonable.
"No, I'll go down to eat and let Tali help me take a bath."
"Okay brother Lester."
Pulling out his bare and smooth right foot from the hole in the floor, Lester looked at the skin that was undamaged by the scratches of the wooden thorns and raised his eyebrows.
"It seems it's time to teach the split thirteen exercises to Margaret and the others. Maybe this exercise method will be really effective in this magical world."
Wearing simple clothes, I fetched a bucket of water from the deep well in the yard, took a refreshing cold shower with Tali's help, and did simple but effective warm-up exercises.
Everywhere you look is a expanse of vibrant green, and the refreshing morning breeze caresses your face, taking away the last ray of tiredness.
The unknown blue-feathered bird was perched high on the branch, shaking its little head, curiously looking at the stupid bipedal creatures stacked under the tree, and together with the bipedal creatures, they made a rhythmic chirping sound, and soon they were
Other companions were called over by the blue-feathered bird and became performers praising the beauty of life.
Inside the wooden window, Jisi looked away, only to feel that her cheeks were burning. Looking at the food that had begun to get cold, she secretly thought about whether to heat it up again...
Breakfast consists of pink berry bracken salad from the Knockmooch Plains and rabbit meat on bread. For tribesmen whose sugar extraction technology is not yet mature, they still have to eat ready-made fruits and beets if they want to obtain sugar.
Although Lester thinks this kind of breakfast is very crude, because of his past life experience, he does not have any requirements when it comes to food. As long as it is not poisonous, it is good.
Just eating 'ancient and natural' food all the time is not the answer. The man decided to try to find some alternative spices and train a few good chefs if he has the opportunity in the future.
Watching her unstable sister go back to her room to rest, Ji Si packed up the tile dinner plates and came to the owner of the Emerald Territory.
"Brother, what are your plans today?"
No longer thinking about food, Lester touched Jisi's head, causing the girl's ears to turn red.
"Tali said Meredith gave her a day off, what about you? Aren't you going to go practice swordsmanship with Margaret today?"
The girl shook her head.
"Sister Margaret said she can go there this afternoon. She also has to arrange the construction of the military camp in the morning."
"That's it."
Standing up, Lester smiled.
"How about you hang out with me this morning?"
"OK!"
Southern District, War Workshop.
The burned charcoal is fed into the blazing furnace in baskets, and the blower spits out gusts of wind in the mechanical movement of the blacksmith's apprentice.
After three days and nights of burning, other impurities were filtered out, and the melted low-carbon wrought iron was poured into the clay mold from the outlet of the furnace. After cooling, the muscles were taut, and the big-bodied and round-waisted old man gave it a hammer.
The mold was smashed.
After pushing aside the rotten mud, a wrought iron ingot appeared in front of the apprentices. The old man used large iron pliers to move it steadily to the anvil.
"This is just the first step in forging a weapon. Remember, the key to forging is that the strength must be steady, the movements must be consistent, and the landing points must be even..."
Put the soft wrought iron ingot on the charcoal-lined stove and roast it until it turns red and white, allowing the wrought iron to fully absorb the 'hard elements' in the refined charcoal. The old man put the wrought iron ingot back on the anvil and began to use the large iron
The hammer struck rhythmically, flattening the iron ingot.
When it was forged to a thickness of less than one centimeter, the old man used the other side of the sledgehammer to hammer hard along the center line of the spread iron ingot. After the white line appeared, he used iron pliers to place it in the furnace to heat it again.
Use a hammer to fold along the center line and forge repeatedly.
Thirteen times later, the soft wrought iron ingot became a steel ingot after thousands of tempers. A whole morning had passed since the sun had not risen.
Immediately afterwards, the old man began to forge the steel ingot, and the rough steel sword began to gradually take shape. The sword edge, sword spine, sword tip, and sword grid appeared in sequence.
Under the admiring gaze of the blacksmith apprentice, the originally rough and ugly rough material began to become smooth and rounded. This was repeated several times, and the sword blade was also hammered out with four perfect bevels. The excess impurities were hammered away, and the sword body
It began to emit the unique silver light of the iron sword.
After burning for a moment, he clamped the forged Noxian steel sword with large iron pliers, and the old man completed the quenching in the added tung oil.
"The next step is to sharpen the blade and install the wooden hilt..."
The sun began to set, and the girl who was sweating profusely came out of the war workshop. Lester frowned in a rare way.
Due to work requirements, I have never been exposed to professional people such as swordsmiths in my previous life, and I don’t understand many professional theoretical things. It seems that it is not realistic to improve the forging technology on my own. This matter needs to be considered in the long term, or
It would be better to let a professional local blacksmith do the research.
Valoran's iron-forging technology is not necessarily worse than today's.
"Isn't it too hot?"
"It's a little bit..."
"I'll pick some fruit for you later. Let's go and have a look at the residential area."
Jisi was a little confused.
"Why don't you go to the military camp and have a look?"
Lester waved his hand.
"It's getting late, and I personally made the decision on the military camp's plan. Margaret and Meredith already know what to do, but I haven't been to the residential area yet, so I should go take a look.
"
The two of them talked and walked northwest on the gravel road.
Because the laws are too strict, the security in the Emerald Territory is surprisingly good without corrupt elements. There are children squatting and playing by the pits on the road, and there are Noxian black irons standing guard every few dozen meters.
guard.
After walking for more than two hours, the two heard the clear sound of the river hitting the rocks.
"Just go further north. Strictly speaking, this small river is the fourth branch of the Black Iron River."
"When I was still in the Mostak tribe, I heard from my grandfather that there is another huge city called the Immortal Fortress in the fertile south, and there is also a long river that irrigates and fertilizes the land in the south. Brother Lester, the Black Iron River is from the Immortal Fortress.
Did it come from the fortress?"
"The Black Iron River is an inland river that flows from the Sea of Watchers to the mainland through the Immortal Fortress. It only passes through the underground water channel of the Immortal Fortress. It cannot be said that the Black Iron River comes from the Immortal Fortress."
"I see... I haven't seen the sea yet. Brother Lester, have you seen the Watcher's Sea?"
In the girl's expectant eyes, Lester naturally would not say that he had never seen it before.
"Of course, the sea is a great existence worthy of awe in life. There is always an endless expanse of water on the ocean. The waves are rolling during the ups and downs of wind and rain. Small boats cannot sail on the sea at all. Only large ships can sail on the sea.
…”
When the two were about to arrive in the West District, in a newly built cabin, the little blond girl looked out the window carefully and carefully opened the door bolt. However, the next moment she was hit by the little black-haired girl with hands on her hips.
The girl stopped in front of him.
"Sister! What are you going to do!"
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