Chapter 44 A True Masterpiece!
[Your craftsn have accumulated a vast amount of forging experience through long-term work. The host can co to the forge at any ti to collect it!].
[Would the host like to receive the forging experience?].
“Forging experience? What does it do? Tell more,” Richard asked curiously.
[Forging experience can enhance the host’s personal forging skills. As the master of the forge, the forging experience you gain is the combined experience of all the craftsn in the forge!].
Oh, really? That’s good news.
Richard’s interest was imdiately piqued.
Initially, he was worried about whether these people could craft his extraordinary weapon properly, but now he didn’t have to worry anymore.
Once he accepted the experience, his forging skills would undoubtedly be the best in the entire forge, and he could do the crafting himself.
Fortunately, the task he previously assigned them was only to slt these two materials, not to forge them.
The materials should still be available.
With this in mind, Richard silently thought, “Receive the experience.”
In the next mont, a mysterious sensation surged through his mind and body.
[Congratulations, host, you have gained the abilities of an Advanced Blacksmith!].
[The advanced blacksmith will automatically unlock the corresponding blueprints!].
Following the system’s prompt, Richard’s mind was suddenly filled with countless forging techniques and tal formulas.
Standing at the entrance of the forge, Richard paused for a few seconds as he absorbed all the experience.
At that mont, he felt as if he had genuinely acquired decades of forging experience and skill.
Just by listening to the clanging sounds around him, he could tell if one craftsman’s hamr was not forceful enough or if another’s strike needed to shift one centiter to the right for a better result.
This was the knowledge and insight brought to him by the level-up in his abilities.
Richard then entered the forge.
His gaze shifted to the furnace, where the copper and magic steel still showed no signs of change. Even though they were lting, they remained distinct from each other, and he frowned slightly.
At that mont, the head blacksmith saw Richard approach and imdiately stepped forward, kneeling on the ground:
“Forgive us, my lord! We tried many thods, but we could not fuse the copper and magic steel together. Please, my lord, punish us!”
“Stand up!” Richard said with a smile. “I asked you to try simply to explore more possibilities. It doesn’t matter if you couldn’t do it. I’ll handle it from here.”
The head blacksmith was surprised.
Is the lord going to do it himself? It seems impossible.
If the lord had a solution, why let them struggle for so long in the first place?
Could it be that the lord rembered sothing he learned in the big cities?
While the head blacksmith was lost in his chaotic thoughts, Richard had already taken over the task.
He knew these blacksmiths were, at most, capable of making farm tools. Even if they gradually learned better techniques with the help of the system’s building boost, their current skills weren’t enough to forge extraordinary equipnt. This task had to be done by him.
Richard took off his armor and, using his newly acquired forging skills, began the process.
Since the materials had already been softened, his goal now was to fuse them completely.
He aid to combine the flexibility of the copper with the rigidity of the magic steel, achieving a balance between hardness and toughness that would prevent the weapon from breaking while remaining sharp.
Fusing the two materials required so special techniques.
Richard glanced around, quickly grabbed a container, and began preparing a mixture called “clay slurry.”
This clay slurry was different from others, made from plant ash derived from the leaves of Treants.
“Bring the magic moonstone over!” Richard instructed the head blacksmith nearby.
Upon hearing this, the blacksmith quickly turned around to fetch the item.
After preparing the clay slurry, he knew it was only the first step. Even this slurry couldn’t yet rge the two materials.
When Richard received the magic moonstone, he imdiately began processing it.
The so-called moonstone was actually borax.
It was called magic moonstone because the borax had absorbed the aura of extraordinary plant creatures over a long period, giving it special properties.
Once the processed magic moonstone powder was added to the clay slurry, it was finally ready.
This mixture, consisting of both plant ash and magic moonstone powder, contained extraordinary elents.
During the forging process, he repeatedly poured the slurry over the tals, hamred them, doused them, and hamred them again, allowing the two materials to gradually fuse into one.
As Richard hamred away, the blacksmiths watched in amazent. They saw the two tals remaining intact and even beginning to rge under Richard’s strikes, a sight that left them in awe.
Moreover, they noticed that Richard’s technique was clearly far beyond that of a novice, even surpassing their own skills by a large margin.
The blacksmith was utterly convinced.
He couldn’t believe there existed such a genius in this world who seed to have knowledge and skill inherently.
Richard’s left hand, which held the tongs, seed locked in place, unwavering with each hamr strike, ensuring that the material received the perfect force.
Each turn and fold of the tal was done with such precision, as if his hands were guided by invisible molds in the air, without the slightest deviation in position.
Just this level of detail alone convinced the old blacksmith that he could never match such skill in his lifeti.
Yet, even so, the old blacksmith learned a lot from Richard’s technique.
And as the old blacksmith’s skills improved, it created a positive feedback loop that further enhanced Richard’s own experience, much to his surprise.
So, he took a mont to instruct, “Have everyone co over to watch and learn!”
The old blacksmith, delighted, imdiately called everyone over.
[Blacksmith experience 3!].
[Blacksmith experience 5!].
[Blacksmith experience 1!].
[…].
As the crowd gathered, Richard’s experience continued to grow, making him even more excited as he worked.
Finally, after folding the materials thousands of tis, Richard altered his technique, ceasing to pour the clay slurry over the tals.
The change in his thod imdiately revealed a new approach to everyone.
His hamring began to slow down, with different strengths and angles applied to various points, striking with the precision of a machine yet with the rhythm and speed of a storm.
The sounds of his strikes created a symphony of sorts, at tis as gentle as a flowing stream, at tis as intense as a raging storm.
Then, with a final blow that served as the grand crescendo of the symphony, all sounds ca to an abrupt halt!
The world seed to fall into complete silence!
Richard stopped his movents.
The onlookers stared at the finished product in Richard’s hands, utterly stunned!
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