In the forging yard, the windmill on the roof rotates, and an iron chain is used to pull up the forging hammer. After reaching a height of one meter, the forging hammer fell and hit the red-hot bar of iron on the anvil, and the roar of the impact continued.
Except for the shock at first sight, the working process of this machine is so reciprocating, monotonous and boring. Even if he is the chief forger of the "King of Blacksmiths" church, after Martin has worked for a period of time, his passion has passed and only constant fatigue is left.
This broken machine is really a scam. People who spend big money on machine design drawings are even more stupid. And because of the lack of money on hand, the people who buy the blueprints for the magic items they carry with them are even more stupid.
This idiot is Martin himself.
Who would have thought that a horse would create an atmosphere of urgency? Who would have thought that the always calm chief forger would be nervous? Who would have thought that this damn harmonious village would make every effort to make money
As a result, Powell and Martin pooled together money to make money and bought a thick stack of secret designs for the so-called "wind forging machine". After buying the drawings, the two of them were also glad that although they had spent a lot of money, the drawings should be correct, which is not a loss.
On the night they bought the drawings, Powell and Martin wanted to run away. The dwarf leader of the Forge yard immediately blocked the door and called them to go to the night shift. He smiled and asked, "You two also paid for the drawings? How much did it cost?"
This question was straightforward, and Powell and Martin became more nervous, feeling that they had been seen through. But the dwarf's words didn't seem to be an exposing warning, but rather like a good show.
'Chief Forger' Martin asked the short artificial head, "Your Excellency Bruno, what does "also bought" mean? Did you buy it too?"
The dwarf laughed at himself, "On the first day I came, the dead horse sold me. I was too excited at the time, shocked by the power of the forging machine, and thought it was an inestimable great invention.
I was very hot-headed borrowing money everywhere and spent two hundred gold coins to buy the drawings. Later, it was discovered that many craftsmen in the forging yard had spent money to buy it. In fact, the dead horse came when we were frightened by the forgers, and sold each one. How much did you spend? "
What is "one sale, one standard"
Is this talking about a fool
Powell's face turned pale, "We collected more than a hundred gold coins. We are really out of money. We can only put on one of my magic items. The horse said that it wasn't enough for five hundred gold coins, so we were surprised to sign a hundred gold coins. IOU."
"Five hundred gold coins?" The dwarf stared incredulously and laughed, "You two are really big fat sheep. Now I feel better. It doesn't matter if I owe money, just stay and work for a year. You can basically pay it off. ."
The night craftsmen in the forging yard all smiled and expressed their deep sympathy to the two newcomers. Although the matter was not clear, Martin and Powell used their brains to understand that they were being pitted.
Powell said angrily: "Why don't you remind us? Are these drawings fake?"
The dwarf curled his lips, "I am a gray dwarf from the gloomy area, and I can't let me suffer alone. We are short of manpower, so you don't want to run away, don't think about being lazy, otherwise I will report you.
Stay at ease, our life here is actually pretty good, much better than elsewhere. The forging yard does have some new technologies to learn, as long as we can get that wind forging machine, we will all become masters of forging. Your gold coins are not in vain.
By the way, the drawing is real, but it is not perfect yet. "
Before the gray dwarf finished speaking, a human craftsman ran over to report: "Head, we are in trouble again."
"The slide rail of the forging machine bends again?"
"No, it's more serious than that. The impact of the hammer is too strong and the anvil is cracked."
"Ah..., this damn forging machine can actually break the anvil. I swear with my grandfather's wine glass that the gray dwarves under the ground have never seen this before. Don't be stunned, you two, come and help together. ."
Powell and Martin looked at each other, feeling as if they were on the thief ship and could not get off.
This exhaustion is day after day, and Powell and Martin no longer feel excited. They paid a few hundred gold coins. If they leave, they will lose even more. They can only stay at work to make money and learn skills to make up for some losses.
Constantly going to and from get off work, dragging his tired body back and forth between the forging field and the dormitory every day. One was a spy from Coldwind City, and the other was the chief forger of the "King of Blacksmiths". Both felt that they were a little too stupid to mix up like this, that they doubted life.
Powell asked Martin, "Do you think you are getting more and more frustrated?"
"I'm not depressed, but very tired. I don't even have the strength to think. Today in the forge, that damn forging machine broke the anvil. We are trying our best to make a new cast steel iron. anvil.
It is very difficult to make a large steel casting. Our dozen or so craftsmen have a headache for this. When Victor Hugo learned of this, he went to the forging yard to encourage him, saying what it meant was'on-site investigation, inspection work'.
I only saw that young man today, and he gave me a gold coin bounty, saying that technological progress is a little bit of detail improvement. Let us not be discouraged and have the courage to try and make mistakes. "
Martin was talking and crying, "In order to do that forging steel anvil, my head was dizzy and very tired. After hearing those few words, I was so moved that I was willing to work for him. What kind of mental arcane is this? too frightening."
The two sighed in the room and almost cried.
Martin also asked Powell, "What have you been doing these two days? Any special findings?"
Powell is an undercover agent and walks around the village when he is free. He also fell on the wooden bed in the dormitory and didn't want to move, and said lazily, "I found a lot of strange things. Which one do you want to hear?"
"Whatever." Martin wanted to relax.
"Victor Hugo led a team to clear a jackal's den in the forest not long ago. He wants to build a stronghold there so that adventurers can continue to explore the elf ruins. The village organizes a larger expedition and is recruiting. manpower."
"I heard about this. It is said that he hunted an ogre and brought back a very... peculiar humanoid golem."
Martin remembered the news from the Forge, but Powell shook his head and said: "I have been to the training ground for the past two days to pay attention to the newly formed expedition. It is incredible that a team of untouchables and attendants has allowed me to have Kind of... "
It is difficult for Powell to describe the first time he saw more than a hundred people lined up. It was just a ten-by-ten square. The team was not very neat, but he could turn left and right before passing, obeying unified orders.
How can the serf soldiers of the noble family have this kind of ability
"You know? Victor Hugo doesn't care about us at all. He doesn't care about our coveting forging machine technology, or someone peeping into his village, or our little thoughts. He just wants us to work. But we ... ... "
Powell thought for a long time, and whispered helplessly: "It seems that you can only work to avoid loss, but you feel that the more you work, the more you lose."