Farming in the Magical World

"This is my longsword?" Tim looked at the longsword with a puzzled expression.

Did they hire a master blacksmith? Or did Lanny go to town and buy molding powder?

No, shaping powder isn't cheap. To actually repair a longsword that's broken into several sections, the amount of gold coins required is more expensive than buying a new one. It's better to just buy a new one.

But to say that he bought a new one doesn't quite seem right.

It should be noted that this longsword was designed and crafted by a renowned master blacksmith in the capital when he traveled with August. Local craftsmen could never have forged such a longsword, and this design was not a popular style for knights.

Because forging this longsword requires magic powder, a magical product known as forging magic powder.

A bag of forging magic powder costs about 5 gold coins. When added to the forging furnace, it can cause the coal in the furnace to burn out in a very short time and generate extremely high heat.

This also turns the sword blank in the forge into a dazzling orange-red color, and the longsword blank softens like noodles as the color changes. It's an impressive and imposing orange-red.

I only saw that orange-red Tim once, but I couldn't forget it for a long time, and it's still vivid in my mind to this day.

He even felt that he would remember that moment for the rest of his life.

Next, the blacksmith must complete the forging and shaping of the entire longsword before the blank cools down. Even the slightest delay will waste a bag of forging magic powder, and the process will have to start all over again.

In the world of forging, only those who can complete the shaping and forging process in one go using only a bag of forging magic powder can be called forging masters.

Once they are called masters, they are no longer blacksmiths or commoners, but people of a certain status, just like knights, and will be treated as honored guests by some nobles.

Every two years, the king conducts a master blacksmith examination. Master blacksmiths who pass the examination can choose to join the Royal Blacksmith Bureau, or they can choose to leave on their own. However, they will receive an identity plaque, which is what makes them officially recognized as master blacksmiths by the kingdom.

The main reason why forging powder is so much more expensive than molding powder is that longswords made with molding powder lose some of their hardness and toughness, becoming very brittle and easily broken on the battlefield, which is fatal to knights.

Forged magic powder, on the other hand, does not have this problem; its hardness and toughness are almost unaffected.

When I told Lanny I needed ten gold coins, it was just to comfort the kid. In reality, it would cost more than twenty gold coins to forge his knight's sword.

"Did you really fix this?"

Tim looked at Lanny in disbelief, while Lanny simply shrugged. "It's already in front of you, isn't it? Why don't you try it out and see if it's easy to handle?"

Lanny held up his thumb and forefinger and pinched them together in front of his eyes to indicate, "It's just that it might be a tiny bit thinner than before!"

"There's nothing I can do. Repeated forging will inevitably result in some loss of quality. I even sacrificed a hoe for this sword." He sighed helplessly. There was nothing he could do about this situation; it was basically a law of physics that he couldn't avoid.

I don't care what Lani's so-called quality is, nor am I worried that it's a little thinner; it doesn't look much different from before.

He frowned at Lanny's suggestion of sacrificing a hoe.

The thought that there was a farmer's hoe in his knight's sword made him feel uneasy.

His initial excitement instantly turned sour, and for a moment, he didn't know whether he should take the longsword from Iron Hammer's hand.

Just as he was about to say something perfunctory, he was interrupted by the hammer's movements.

Iron Hammer had no idea what he was thinking. Seeing that he seemed to want to accept but didn't want to, he simply reached out and shoved the longsword into the other man's hand.

Tim glanced at the longsword in his hand, and muscle memory made him swing it a few times without thinking.

"Oh, not yet... ..." Hmm? Something's wrong with this sword!

He forcibly swallowed back the perfunctory words that were about to slip out.

As an experienced knight, he immediately sensed the sword's peculiar nature upon handling it.

After performing a few more movements, his feelings became even more pronounced.

How to put it? When he swung his longsword through the air, he actually felt a faint tremor, as if the sword was telling him about its excitement and its trembling.

Straight strikes, upward thrusts, spins, and diagonal stabs—all movements are executed with effortless precision, moving at will.

It seemed to sense my thoughts, actively cooperating with my movements, making my actions much easier than before.

It was as if, at this moment, the sword had come to life.

Once he started, Tim couldn't stop. He unleashed his usual practice moves like flowing water, creating a flurry of sword flashes in the courtyard.

If Lenny knew what Tim was thinking right now, he'd probably laugh his head off.

It's not that magical.

The sword trembled slightly because he forced the hammer to fold and forge the sword more than a hundred times, and also borrowed a method from another world-famous cold weapon to add an iron plate in the center, which significantly improved the sword's toughness and rigidity.

As for sensing the master's thoughts, that's really wishful thinking.

However, during the shaping process, they continuously adjusted the center of gravity based on the feel, making the sword easier to use and more ergonomic, thus enabling better power generation.

This is the power of modern science. Those who don't understand it may continuously improve and optimize the methods based on experience, but if they don't understand the core logic in between, the progress is weak, involves many coincidences and chances, and cannot be guaranteed to happen every time.

Although Lanny only knows a little about ergonomics and mechanics, and is still in the nine-year compulsory education stage, he has seen a lot, especially after a certain short video came out. It was like seeing a thousand sails in a day and a vast sea in a single day.

These things were just things that came to mind suddenly during the manufacturing process. To professionals, they might be insignificant, and ordinary people might not have much of a feeling about the finished product.

But for Tim, an old knight who had spent years dealing with knightly swords, the shock was no less than that of a hurricane passing through.

Tim finished the knight training movements, but did not stop. Instead, he turned his body slightly and thrust his sword, "Reverse Sword," fiercely at the chest of the armor standing next to the training post.

Sizzle... ...

The snow-white longsword pierced the armor effortlessly, like a hot knife hitting butter, reaching all the way to the hilt, and also embedded itself in the wall behind it.

Hiss...

Tim gasped as he looked at the hilt of the sword in his hand and the blade disappearing into the armor.

Although he was very confident when he thrust the sword out, that it would definitely pierce through the armor, he never expected it to go straight to the hilt so easily, as if he were stabbing a lump of soft mud.

Under normal circumstances, he could indeed pierce through armor with a full-force strike, but it required his full strength and sufficient technique; otherwise, his sword would break.

Most of the time, the better way to deal with a fully armored knight on the battlefield is with a heavy hammer. As long as the power is sufficient, the armor may remain intact, but the person inside will have broken bones and tendons.

But if there were weapons that could penetrate armor so easily, why would you need a giant hammer? You could just stab the armor directly; carrying a giant hammer would be too tiring.

He gently drew his longsword, held it up to his eyes, and looked at the gleaming sword in his hand and the strange patterns covering its blade. He wondered what kind of despair and fear he would feel if he were targeted by such a sword.

"Uncle Tim, Uncle Tim?"

He was only awakened by Lanny's shouts.

He turned and rushed toward Lanny, grabbing the man's shoulder and anxiously asking, "Who forged this sword? Was it your friend or your father's friend?"

Before Lanny could answer, he shook his head, denying his guess. "No, no, you're not qualified to be friends with a blacksmith of this caliber. Did you hire him?"

"This is definitely the work of a very, very powerful blacksmith. I have never seen such a sharp sword."

"Tell me where he is! Tell me quickly, Lenny, where is he?"

Before Lanny could utter a word, he was stunned by Tim's shaking. His shoulder was being squeezed so hard that he felt his bones were creaking and about to break.

"Uncle, calm down, calm down."

"I can't speak because you're shaking me like that, ouch..."

Seeing the pained expression on Lenny's face, Tim realized he had been too excited and quickly let go, still chattering excitedly.

"Lanny, take me to see him quickly. Such a skilled blacksmith, with just a little help, the castle's security, the recruitment of knights, and the family's debts will all be no problem."

what!

Upon hearing Tim's words, Lanny's eyes lit up as he rubbed his shoulder.

"You mean you can help us resolve our debts?"

Tim glanced at Lanny as if he were an idiot. "Of course there's no problem. What's a debt? If this kind of sword were taken out, the knights would go crazy fighting over it. You're not a knight, so you wouldn't understand."

"If he just forges one or two more swords like these for us, we'll have everything we need, right?"

After explaining, Tim waved impatiently and urged Lanny, "We must take good care of this kind of master. Don't ask any more questions, just take me to see this master first. We can't afford to neglect him."

"Tch, I thought it was some brilliant idea, turns out it's just about making weapons!" Lanny thought to himself, but Tim's mention of the master confused him.

No, wait a minute, Master, what Master?

Lanny looked at Tim, completely bewildered. "What master did you say? Isn't he right here?"

After saying that, he pointed to the hammer next to him, who was grinning foolishly.