Farming in the Magical World

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Looking at the grinning Iron Hammer, Tim waved his hand dismissively. "Stop fooling around. Take me to see the master. I can't be rude!" With that, he reached out to grab Lanny.

Tim naturally couldn't believe that this knight's sword was forged by an iron hammer. Based on what he had seen so far, only one of the kingdom's top blacksmiths could possibly have forged this longsword, and even then, it was only a possibility.

Lenny quickly dodged the outstretched hand and hurriedly reiterated, "I'm not kidding, there really isn't a master blacksmith. It was just forged here by Iron Hammer. You can ask Iron Hammer if you don't believe me."

"Really?" Tim was skeptical. He looked at the hammer again, but it didn't look like something a master blacksmith would make.

In fact, not only Tim didn't believe that Iron Hammer was a master, but Lenny didn't either. After all, he had guided Iron Hammer through every step of the process, so how could he not know Iron Hammer's true skill level?

He also summarized the reasons why the longsword is so sharp now.

First of all, the iron smelting technology in this world is indeed quite backward. It can only be said that the quality of the iron produced is the same as the quality of the iron ore, and it is very dependent on the quality of the ore.

This resulted in the forged longswords being very brittle, which is why Tim's original sword broke into several pieces instead of bending under stress.

Another reason why the new longsword is so hard is that it has been quenched.

Don't underestimate this simple action. It's just immersing red-hot, forged iron in cold water. By constantly adjusting the timing and method, you can greatly increase the hardness of the iron.

He also asked Iron Hammer in detail and confirmed that the world had not developed the quenching process.

He guessed that this was probably due to the influence of magical elements. The flames in this world were generally not quite right, with a lower temperature, while the physical properties of steel were not fundamentally different, which meant that low-temperature quenching was not very effective.

Tim mentioned that the forging masters could use forging magic powder to generate extremely high temperatures, but the problem was that forging magic powder was too expensive. Forging masters pursued completing a series of processes for forging longswords in a very short time, and no one was willing to immerse the hard-won high-temperature sword blank in cold water, which would be a waste of magic powder.

Lanny, on the other hand, was different. He knew about the quenching process and would take the initiative to try it. Although his high temperature was not as high as that of the legendary forging magic powder, it was easy to obtain. All he had to do was pump the bellows. This gave him the basic conditions to repeatedly experiment with the quenching process.

Actually, when he first asked Iron Hammer to try quenching, Iron Hammer didn't understand why he had to do it. But after a few attempts, he discovered the magic of the quenching process. Now he can't wait to quench everything he takes out of the blacksmith's table. It's like he's addicted to the sizzling sound.

Thinking about all this, Lanny reluctantly walked to the blacksmith's table, pointed to the several devices around it, and explained in detail the forging and quenching processes, trying to make Tim understand that forging such a longsword was not as difficult as he thought.

After Lanny explained for a long time, until his throat was dry, Tim still looked doubtful.

"These two simple little gadgets, and then you just dip the longsword in water, can really have such a big effect? ​​Are you sure you're not lying to me?" His expression was practically saying, "You think I'm an idiot?"

"Simple? These two things are anything but simple; they involve physics, materials science... ...Never mind, you wouldn't understand even if I explained!"

Seeing Tim's blank expression, Lanny was speechless with anger and didn't know how to explain.

Sigh... Lanny sighed inwardly, and could only explain in a way that the other party would understand: "How about this, tomorrow I'll have the butler go to the city to buy some iron and bring it back. We'll demonstrate it for you on the spot, and you'll understand."

Tim perked up when he heard that there would be a live demonstration.

She only said, "No need for that, wait for me," before rushing back to her room.

Before long, Tim returned to the backyard.

This time, however, he was carrying a tattered cloth bag, which jingled and rattled as he walked. He stopped in front of Lanny, turned the bag inside out, and dumped its contents onto the ground with a clatter.

Looking at the pile of things on the ground, Lanny's eyes twitched uncontrollably, and he asked with difficulty, "What are these things?"

It turned out that the pile of things that were poured out was actually a large number of broken and fragmented knight's swords.

"Oh, this is something I got after winning a challenge when your father and I were traveling together." Tim said calmly, as if he were talking about something insignificant.

"Oh, I see!" Lanny breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing Tim's explanation and recalling the knights' custom of leaving their weapons behind when they dueled.

He thought it was all Tim's doing on the battlefield...

If it's as I think, then Tim is terrifying. How many knights would he have to kill to amass such a huge pile of knight swords?

It turned out that wasn't the case at all, which startled him.

"You say you can forge another longsword exactly like the one before? Here, I have the materials. Forge it for me." Tim was much less polite when facing Iron Hammer. He kicked the broken sword on the ground and began to order Iron Hammer around in a bossy manner.

Hammer glanced at Lanny beside him, and seeing that Lanny didn't react, he dared not move. "Lord Tim, I was just... just doing what Lord Lanny ordered. Actually, it was all Lord Lanny's doing..."

Tim waved his hand. "I don't care. Now, get me another one right now!"

Hammer looked troubled and glanced at Lanny, waiting for the master to speak.

Let's start preparing.

Lanny, however, paid no attention to this side. He simply waved his hand casually, telling Iron Hammer and the other man to get ready first, while he squatted down next to the pile of broken swords, picking and choosing among them.

Looking at the pile of things on the ground, he was somewhat amazed by the bravery of his father, August, and Tim.

There were about twenty broken swords scattered on the ground, just by counting the hilts. This meant that they had defeated at least twenty people who came to challenge them.

However, he soon seemed to have discovered something remarkable: a rather unusual longsword.

There was a gemstone, a ruby, set in the center of the hilt of this sword.

The kingdom has strict regulations regarding the decorations on knights' swords; you can't just add whatever you want just because you have money.

For example, an earl can have a blue gemstone inlaid on his sword, a duke a red gemstone, and a member of the royal family a purple one!

This means that the original owner of this sword was at least a duke.

"Oh, you mean this? That guy is just a duke's son. Don't you see how pitifully small that gem is? Otherwise, he would have taken it out to help your old man pay off his debts long ago." Tim didn't show any special expression when Lanny handed him the sword hilt. He casually explained a few words and continued to watch Jimmy and Hammer's work with great interest, not finding it boring at all.

So he's just the son of a duke?

"You're awesome! You're really awesome!" Lenny gave Tim a thumbs-up as he walked away.

After carefully placing the ornate sword hilt aside, Lanny looked at it again to make sure there were basically no treasures inside before dusting off his hands and standing up.

Since there's nothing of value left, these broken swords can only be processed as scrap metal.

Actually, given the current price of iron, this pile of stuff is a treasure. A pound of iron can sell for five silver coins on the market, and considering the recent unrest in the North, with the Grumans frequently raiding the mountains, the price is probably even higher.

Of course, the price of 5 silver is already very high now.

Based on Frank's monthly salary as the castle steward, which is 50 silver dollars a month, he could buy about ten pounds of iron.

Tell me, is this price expensive enough?

This pile must weigh over a hundred kilograms; just selling the iron material alone could fetch about seven or eight gold coins.

If all this iron were forged into standard longswords weighing ten pounds each, it would be even more terrifying.

Sold at 8 gold each, that's almost 100 gold!

Wow, we're rich! We're rich!

If he uses this money to buy iron, what does his debt matter? If he does this twice, he can directly use the money to build an army composed entirely of knights.

Tim scoffed at his idea, saying that he was overthinking it.

"You need to know that mass production of weapons is a privilege reserved for grand dukes. To mass-produce weapons privately is almost treason, and you probably don't want your head."

"Furthermore, you seem to have some misunderstanding about this sword. You want to sell it for only 8 gold coins? You're insulting it, do you know that?!"

At this point, he was so angry at Lanny's ignorance that his face turned completely red.

Lanny rolled his eyes, completely unconcerned. Sold it too cheaply? Of course he wanted it to be as expensive as possible; this was just an estimate.

Seeing Lenny's nonchalant attitude, Tim casually picked up the standard knight's sword that Jimmy had used during their sparring session. "Here, take this!"

As Lanny clumsily caught the flying knight's sword, he saw a cold glint flash in the other's eyes, and he channeled his energy throughout his body, unleashing the knight's ultimate move, the backsword strike.

Before Lanny could react, he saw a blur before his eyes and realized that the longsword in his hand had shortened, with the missing upper part falling to the ground with a clatter, and the broken edge was surprisingly smooth.

Lanny stood there, dumbfounded, staring at the broken half of his sword. When he finally came to his senses, a torrent of curses welled up inside him: "You son of a bitch, just one more step forward and my head would be gone! I'm so damn stupid, you old bastard..."

Ignoring the stunned Lanny, Tim nodded at the broken sword, clearly very satisfied with his strike.

When he first pierced the armor, he felt that this was the likely outcome when this longsword clashed with an ordinary longsword.

Sure enough!

"Now you know how stupid you are, right? You only want to sell such a good item for 8 gold?"

Looking at the smug knight, Lanny felt nothing but endless resentment.

 …

Tim didn't expect that he would soon face Lenny's "retaliation".

Whenever he showed curiosity about what Lenny was directing Hammer to do and tried to ask him why, Lenny would mercilessly rebuke him, "You wouldn't understand even if I told you. Just watch."

At first, he thought that Lanny might have some strange quirks when he was doing things, such as becoming irritable. He had seen people like that before, so he wasn't surprised.

But gradually, he realized something was wrong.

It seemed like only he was being targeted, while Jimmy, who was as thin as a chick, and Iron Hammer, who was so stupid that all he knew was how to swing a hammer, received detailed instructions from Lanny.

Not only will they explain the steps in detail, but if there's anything they don't understand, they'll also launch into a long string of seemingly profound knowledge, like ergonomics, basic chemistry, and so on.

Only he, whenever there's a problem, will only get the response, "Shut up, you wouldn't understand anyway."

Looking at Lenny's serious expression, Mr. Tim felt very frustrated.

I simply demonstrated to you the power of the longsword you created; is it really necessary to target me?

I didn't expect this kid to be so petty.