In the forging yard, the windmill on the roof rotates, and an iron chain is used to pull up the forging hammer. After reaching a height of one meter, the forging hammer falls and hits the red-hot bar iron on the anvil, and the roar of the impact continues.
Despite the shock at first sight, the working process of this machine is so repetitive, monotonous and boring. Even if Martin is the chief forger of the church of the 'King of Blacksmiths', after working for a period of time, the passion has passed and only non-stop fatigue remains.
.
This broken machine is really a scam. People who spend a lot of money to buy the machine design are even more stupid. And people who are short of money and use the magic items they carry with them to buy the design are even more stupid.
This fool is none other than Martin himself.
Who would have thought that a horse could actually create an atmosphere of urgency? Who would have thought that the always calm Chief Forger would be nervous? Who would have thought that this damn Harmony Village would do all kinds of harm in order to make money?
As a result, Powell and Martin pooled their money and bought a thick stack of secret design drawings of the so-called 'wind forging machine'. After buying the drawings, the two of them were glad that although they had spent a lot of money, the drawings should be correct.
This is not a loss.
On the night they bought the blueprints, Powell and Martin wanted to run away quickly. But the dwarf leader of the forge immediately blocked the door and told them to go to work the night shift. He also laughed and asked: "You two also spent money to buy the blueprints? How much did you spend?
?”
This question directly revealed the truth, and Powell and Martin became even more nervous, feeling that they had been seen through. However, the dwarf's words did not seem to be a warning, but rather like a tease.
‘Chief Forger’ Martin asked the dwarf foreman, “Sir Bruno, what do you mean by ‘also bought’? Did you also buy it?”
The dwarf smiled mockingly to himself, "On the first day I came, the dead horse was sold to me. I was too excited at the time and was shocked by the power of the forging machine, thinking it was an immeasurably great invention.
Being hot-headed, I borrowed money everywhere and spent two hundred gold coins to buy the blueprint. Later I found out that many craftsmen in the forge had spent money to buy it. In fact, the dead horse came when we were frightened by the forging machine and sold it.
An accurate one. How much did you spend?"
What does ‘one sell, one is accurate’ mean?
Are you talking about being a fool?
Powell's face turned pale, "We collected more than a hundred gold coins, but we really ran out of money, so we had to buy one of my magic items. The horse said it didn't have enough five hundred gold coins, so he asked us to sign for one hundred gold coins.
IOU."
"Five hundred gold coins?" The dwarf stared in disbelief and laughed loudly, "You two are really big fat sheep. Now I feel much better. It doesn't matter if you owe money, just stay and work for a year, and you can basically pay it off.
.”
The night shift craftsmen in the forge all laughed and expressed deep sympathy for the two newcomers. Although the matter was not explained clearly, Martin and Powell used their brains to understand that they had been deceived.
Powell said angrily: "Why didn't you remind us? Are these drawings fake?"
The dwarf curled his lips and said, "I am a gray dwarf from the Underdark. I cannot suffer the consequences alone. We are short of manpower, so don't even think about escaping or being lazy, otherwise I will report you."
Stay here with peace of mind. Our life here is actually quite good, much better than elsewhere. There are indeed some new technologies that can be learned in the forging field. As long as we can get that wind-powered forging machine, we will all become forging masters. Your gold coins do not count.
White flowers.
By the way, the drawings are real, but they are not perfect yet."
Before the gray dwarf finished speaking, a human craftsman ran over and reported: "Boss, we are in trouble again."
"Is the slide rail of the forging machine bent again?"
"No, it's more serious than that. The impact of the forging hammer was too strong and the anvil cracked."
"Ah..., this damn forging machine can actually crack an anvil. I swear on my grandfather's wine glass that the gray dwarves in the underground have never seen anything like this. Don't be stunned, you two, hurry up.
Come and help."
Powell and Martin looked at each other, feeling as if they were on a pirate ship and couldn't get off.
This tiredness lasted day after day, and Powell and Martin no longer felt excited. They paid hundreds of gold coins, and if they left, they would lose even more. They could only stay and work to make money and learn skills to make up for some losses.
I kept going to and from get off work, dragging my tired body back and forth between the forging field and the dormitory every day. One was a secret agent of Cold Wind City, and the other was the chief forger of the 'King of Blacksmiths'. Both of them felt that they were a bit too stupid to hang out like this. To the point of doubting life.
Powell asked Martin, "Do you feel like you're getting more and more frustrated?"
"I'm not depressed, but I'm very tired, and I don't even have the energy to think. Today at the forge, the damn forging machine broke the anvil. We are trying our best to make a new cast steel.
anvil.
It is very difficult to make a large steel casting, and more than a dozen of us craftsmen have a lot of headaches. When Victor Hugo learned about this, he went to the forging yard to encourage him and said that it was an on-site investigation and inspection work.
'.
I just met that young man today, and he gave me a gold coin bounty, saying that scientific and technological progress is the improvement of every detail, and he asked us not to be discouraged and to have the courage to try and make mistakes."
Martin started crying as he spoke, "In order to get that cast steel anvil, I was dizzy and very tired. After hearing those few words, I was so moved that I was willing to work for him. What kind of mental arcana is this?
It’s terrible.”
The two of them sighed in the room, almost hugging each other and crying.
Martin also asked Powell, "What have you been doing these two days? Have you made any special discoveries?"
Powell was a secret agent and walked around the village when he had free time. He also lay down on the wooden bed in the dormitory and did not want to move. He lazily said: "I discovered a lot of strange things. Which one do you want to hear?"
"Whatever." Martin wanted to relax his mind.
"Victor Hugo recently led a team to clear out a jackal's lair in the forest. He wants to build a stronghold there to facilitate adventurers to continue exploring the elven ruins. The village has organized a larger expedition team and is recruiting
manpower."
"I heard about this. It is said that I hunted an ogre and brought back a very... strange humanoid golem."
Martin thought of the news he heard in the forge, but Powell shook his head and said: "I have been going to the training ground these two days to pay attention to the newly formed expedition team. It is unbelievable that a team composed of untouchables and squires actually allowed me to have
kind......"
It was difficult for Powell to describe the scene when he saw more than a hundred people lining up for the first time. It was just a ten-by-ten square formation. The team was not very neat, but they could skillfully turn left, right, and pass, and obeyed unified orders.
How can the serf soldiers of a noble family have such ability?
"You know? Victor Hugo doesn't care about us at all. He doesn't care about us coveting the technology of the forging machine, he doesn't care about people peering into his village, and he doesn't care about our little thoughts. He just wants us to work. But we
..."
Powell thought for a long time and whispered helplessly: "It seems that I have to work hard to avoid losing money, but I feel that the more I work, the more I will lose."