After dispelling the exhaustion in his body, Daniel imdiately stopped cultivating.
At the mont, he wasn't particularly interested in acquiring more mana.
Even so, his physique had already improved significantly.
His movents while operating the bellows beca stronger and more efficient, drawing a puzzled look from the old man.
The old man distinctly rembered that Daniel had appeared utterly exhausted earlier. So how had he suddenly regained his strength?
Not just regained—he now seed stronger than ever, far beyond what his fra would suggest.
As the old man watched in curiosity, the flas in the forge roared to life under Daniel's efforts.
Putting aside his confusion, the old man focused on adding the iron ore into the crucible for slting.
"Young man, your strength seems to have suddenly improved quite a bit!" the old man remarked in admiration as he worked.
"Yeah, I just wasn't using the proper technique earlier," Daniel replied confidently.
But just as he spoke, he applied too much force.
The bellow's handle snapped with a loud crack.
Because of his sudden surge in strength and the speed at which he had been moving, the entire bellows collapsed in an instant.
"This…"
The old man stood frozen, unsure of how to react.
It was the first ti he'd ever witnessed sothing like this.
Surely it wasn't because the young man was too strong and broke the bellows?
At a loss for words, the old man simply stared at the ruined bellows.
Daniel, after a brief mont of silence, offered, "Don't worry, I'll fix it."
Flinn didn't know how to respond.
In truth, he didn't want Daniel ddling with the bellows.
After all, it was crafted from a special kind of wood and wasn't easy to replace.
Now that it was destroyed, Flinn felt as though his heart were bleeding.
But Daniel was still a guest, and Flinn couldn't bring himself to criticize him.
What's more, Daniel's intentions had been good…
Still, this bellows was sothing truly irreplaceable!
Flinn watched as Daniel began repairing the bellows.
He considered stopping him but hesitated when he noticed sothing strange about Daniel's movents.
Yes, strange was the only word Flinn could think of to describe it.
Daniel's technique carried an air of mystery, an almost unnatural precision.
As a blacksmith, Flinn found his mind flooded with ideas just by observing Daniel's thodical actions.
It was as if Daniel's movents embodied so sort of universal truth.
Though Daniel's power had diminished since his reincarnation, his deep understanding of universal principles remained intact.
Unconsciously, these insights seeped into his actions.
As he worked on the bellows, Daniel recalled a mory from Blackwater Town, north of Crossbridge Academy.
There, he had once crafted a statue of Rose and the others. Though the statue lacked detailed facial features, it perfectly captured their essence.
Anyone who knew them would recognize the statue imdiately.
With that mory in mind, Daniel's hands instinctively incorporated his understanding of those universal principles into the repair process.
Before long, the bellows was fully restored in Daniel's hands.
After reinstalling it, Daniel resud operating the handle.
The flas in the forge blazed even brighter than before.
When Flinn saw the newly repaired bellows, he froze in place for several monts.
Finally, he stepped forward and said, "Let give it a try!"
Hearing Flinn's request, Daniel stepped aside, allowing the old man to test it for himself.
To Flinn, this bellows was nothing short of a masterpiece.
It was as if the heavens themselves couldn't have crafted a better one.
Flinn's eyes burned with admiration.
As a professional blacksmith, he swore he had never seen anything like this.
The bellows radiated an innate perfection, as though it had always been destined to take this form.
After carefully examining it, Flinn turned to Daniel and said, "Young man, would you be interested in becoming my apprentice?"
In that mont, Flinn's mind raced with possibilities.
If Daniel could casually create such a flawless bellows, what else might he be capable of crafting?
Flinn couldn't even begin to imagine.
To him, Daniel was a flawless, unpolished gem.
Daniel, hearing Flinn's offer, quickly guessed the old man's reasoning.
He must have been impressed by the bellows and saw this as an opportunity to take Daniel under his wing.
For an ordinary person without any connections, becoming a blacksmith in this isolated village would indeed be a respectable path.
It would bring respect and stability.
But Daniel was no ordinary person.
He still had to find his daughter and reunite with his loved ones, so becoming a blacksmith's apprentice was out of the question.
"No need, old man. To be honest, there's nothing you could teach . When it cos to this sort of thing, I've got quite a bit of experience," Daniel said politely.
His mastery of universal principles had reached an extraordinary level.
As for forging…
With a bit of effort, he could easily craft weapons unmatched in the current era.
To Flinn, however, Daniel's modest words ca off as arrogant.
Flinn had spent his entire life honing his craft, confident that few could surpass him in skill—let alone this young man.
"Young man, I don't like hearing that kind of talk. Forging isn't just about hamring tal—it's a craft full of intricate techniques!"
Daniel chose not to argue, feeling it unnecessary to debate with Flinn over this.
"Think it over carefully," the old man urged.
For the next half month, Daniel stayed at Flinn's house.
His main focus during this ti was adapting to the local language.
From the mont the little girl had first spoken to him, Daniel realized that both the language and script had evolved significantly over the ages.
Thus, he needed to relearn and adjust.
In his spare ti, Daniel helped the old man stoke the forge and occasionally lent a hand to the neighbors.
"Big Brother Daniel, my brother's knife can't chop wood anymore. Could you help us reforge it?"
A child approached, holding a broad knife with a clearly dulled and nicked blade.
"Sure, leave it here. I'll let Flinn know when he gets back."
"Okay."
The child set the knife down before leaving.
anwhile, Daniel held an old, yellowed book in his hands.
Its pages were filled with random, fabricated stories, but that didn't matter to Daniel.
His primary purpose was to use the book to practice reading.
"Big Brother Daniel, you're reading? Wow, you can read? That's amazing!"
To the child, being able to read was a rare and impressive skill.
Peeking at the book, the child quickly turned away, overwheld by the indecipherable text.
The letters blurred together, making their head spin.
"Big Brother Daniel, why don't you try reforging the knife yourself?"
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"You can't be serious! If you can read, you can definitely forge!"
After all, the book he was reading had co from Flinn's workshop.
Over the past two weeks, the villagers had grown accustod to Daniel's presence.
Many had even begun to believe that he might be Flinn's successor.
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