Huh? There's a magic school here.

When Jeanne and Martha walked out of the Forbidden Forest and onto the grassland outside the Battleaxe Tribe, a low and soothing horn sounded again from the watchtower. This was to announce to all the centaurs that the alert was lifted and that everyone could go about their business.

Jean and Martha walked into the centaur tribe, where all the centaurs bowed to Anduin. Before entering the tribe, Jean also noticed that the centaur tribe had planted some wheat in the open space outside the wooden wall, and this wheat looked much better than the wheat in the Muggle world.

Martha noticed that Jean was observing the wheat, and explained with a smile.

"This wheat is enough for us to eat for a year, and we'll use the extra to brew wine. You know we horsemen like to have a sip when we have nothing else to do."

Jean nodded repeatedly, turning his gaze away from the wheat, thinking to himself, "Good heavens, these centaurs are all drunkards." As they approached the large tent in the middle, Jean waved goodbye to Martha and Anduin. He needed to visit Old Rand's house first, and Martha and Anduin also waved goodbye and left.

Having been to old Rand's house many times before, Jean-Nano found the place easily. He then saw old Rand sweating profusely as he hammered a piece of iron that looked like it was about to melt over a magical fire. Jean-Nano then put down his backpack, went into a nearby room, and retrieved an apron and a fire tongs and hammer before coming to old Rand's side.

"You take a break, leave this to me!"

Old Rand looked up upon hearing this and saw that it was Jeanne. Without any hesitation, he stepped aside to give up his seat, then stood there and took out a wine jug from somewhere, taking a delicious sip.

“It’s good that you’ve come, Jeanne. It’s a good opportunity for this old man to rest.”

Jean-Nut didn't turn around, he just kept his head down and worked on the iron. Just as old Rand was about to go back to rest, he heard Jean-Nut say something.

"Thank you, Grandpa Rand. I just heard from Martha that you've worked hard on this for a long time."

"You brat, why are you thanking me! This is my last piece of work. From now on, this place is yours. Come back and visit whenever you have time. I won't worry about you anymore!"

After saying this, old Rand went back to his tent to rest. A short while later, Noah heard old Rand snoring from inside. Then, only the sound of Noah forging meteorite iron remained in the vicinity. At dinner time, Martha still hadn't seen Noah. So Anduin asked Martha to bring food to old Rand and Noah. When Martha arrived, she found old Rand fast asleep in his tent, while Noah had taken over forging.

"Jeanno, come and eat! Take a rest; you look like you've been training for a long time!"

"Oh, it's Martha! Leave the food there; I've only been cooking for two or three hours. Old Rand is sleeping in his tent, so don't wake him. He looks very tired; I should have come earlier so he wouldn't have to work so hard."

"Hehe, you know what, the way you're forging iron now really does resemble old Rand. You should come and help old Rand more often in the future; it really is getting old."

"Yes, time waits for no one! I remember old Rand bragging to me that he could go a month without sleep to forge a magical weapon, but now he's exhausted himself like this after only half a month."

"You brat, who are you calling old! The reason I'm going to sleep is to leave opportunities for you young people. There's no use in accumulating so much experience for an old guy like me. I won't make any big progress, but you're different. You're just getting started! You need to build up your strength. Doing more iron work will do you good."

"Yes, yes, yes! Grandpa Rand isn't old at all. I just wonder when Grandpa Rand will be able to forge a magic dagger for Martha!"

"Cough cough cough, you little pony, why do you always want things from me the moment you arrive? Can't you just come to chat with Grandpa?"

"Of course I'm here to chat with you, but no other centaur in our tribe has your skills! Who else can I turn to if not you? No one else can forge such good magic daggers!"

"That's true. Back in the day, I was a renowned blacksmith in Northern Europe. Countless centaurs traveled thousands of miles to our tribe to have me forge weapons. But after that upheaval that swept across Europe, many of our comrades and those of other centaur tribes perished in that conflict. It's still a pity to think about it now. What was it all for? Just some ridiculous ideological dispute! Sigh!"

"Alright, alright. Grandpa Rand, you should hurry up and eat your meal. I still need to take the plate back with me."

"Okay, I'll eat first. I'll take over for this kid after I'm done!"

Old Rand finished his dinner in about ten minutes, glancing at Jean Nouth, who was blacksmithing, from time to time. He nodded in satisfaction, while Martha, standing nearby, asked him a question that seemed to be going against her.

"Grandpa Rand, are Xiao Wu and the others no good? Are they all inferior to this little wizard Jean Noël? I don't think he's even as strong as Xiao Wu and the others!"

"Sigh, if there were even one person in our tribe who was capable, I wouldn't pass on all my life's experience to outsiders. Xiao Wu and the others are strong and healthy, but they're too stupid. Many times when I tell them about the experiences passed down from our ancestors, they start to get sleepy and fall asleep. It's driving me crazy! I still want to live a few more years!"

Although Rangnuo isn't as strong as them, he's still capable enough for blacksmithing! Moreover, he's quick-witted; often, I only need to explain something once and he'll remember it. He can understand the magic runes passed down from our ancestors after just one explanation, and his combinations of runes often give me a fresh perspective. Therefore, to prevent our valuable skills from being lost, I have no choice but to teach them all to him. I'll treat him well in the future so that we can consult him if there are any problems in the tribe.

At least my old face still has some use; and if Nuo were to fall into any trouble, he'd surely help.

"Hmph, I just think Grandpa Rand is biased."

"You little rascal, did you have him forge a small knife for you?"

"Yes, he has already agreed. But I haven't found the right materials yet!"

"Once he completes his apprenticeship the day after tomorrow, Grandpa will provide the materials! Grandpa also has a piece of mithril that's perfect for forging a magical weapon for you."

"Thank you, Grandpa Rand! I knew you were the best!"

"Now you won't say I'm being biased?"

Martha blushed upon hearing this, then began to act coquettishly, making old Rand laugh heartily. After finishing his meal, old Rand took over from Jean-Nuttor to continue forging. Jean-Nuttor then came to Martha and asked curiously.

"What were you talking about just now? I heard old Rand laughing very happily!"

"I'm not telling you, I've already found the materials. But Grandpa Rand said he'll come find you again the day after tomorrow when you graduate!"

"Alright, the night after tomorrow is the night of the full moon. Once I finish crafting my equipment, I'll start crafting yours!"

"Just tell me what you'd like to eat these next couple of days! I'll definitely get it for you!"

Jeanne discovered that Martha was really willing to spend money on her little knife, but he didn't ask for an exorbitant amount and said that the usual price would be fine.