Chương 2: Chapter 2: Blacksmith Apprentice (2/5)
What caught Shiraishi's eyes was a dilapidated wooden house. He followed behind Uncle Lore, went around a few alleys, and walked to the door of a stone-built blacksmith's shop.
Outside, Shiraishi could hear the clanging of the iron from inside, and this was where his work was needed.
"Lore, why are you here now, and you! Shiraishi! You kid has been slacking off lately! Work for me!"
As soon as he walked in, the fat old man who was sitting in the doorway enjoying the coolness, sweating from the fat on his face, kept wiping it with the towel in his hand. It looks like it was just taken out of the water.
Well, just like myself just now, I'm just not that fat.
The fat old man swept the corners of his eyes to the two people who had just entered, and yelled at Lore and Shiraishi. Judging from the current situation, this person guessed that this was the mean old man Uncle Lore said.
Hearing the fat old man's face turn blue and purple, Uncle Lore clenched his fists, and endured the fat old man's abuse. When Shiraishi felt that he was about to explode, he let go of his hand.
"Yes boss, I'll go to work now."
After Uncle Lore finished speaking, he took Shiraishi into the blacksmith's shop, turned to Shiraishi and said in a deep voice
"Don't take it to heart, Shiraishi, you have to bear it in order to survive."
After the understanding, Shiraishi understood why Uncle Lore had to swallow his breath, and how precious it is to have a job in a world where hunger and poverty are mixed.
"Well, I understand."
Shiraishi looked straight at Uncle Lore with a gleam in his eyes.
Shiraishi didn't feel anything about what he said to this mean old man. When he was in the orphanage, he was already used to the abuse and discrimination of others.
"Well, you'll understand."
Lore stopped talking after seeing Shiraishi's eyes. It is enough to say some things once. If you don't even understand these things, you are not qualified to live in this world.
Although the work of the blacksmith was only a short time ago, Shiraishi gradually became familiar with it.
Three days later...
In summer, even if the temperature outside is high, it is like ice and snow for Shiraishi. There are waves of heat from the hot stove, and sweat is constantly flowing.
"Gu Gu Gu Gu! Ah!"
Shiraishi put down the water bottle in his hand, wiped the water overflowing from the corner of his mouth with his left hand, and clenched the hammer in his right hand again and smashed it towards the iron block that was about to lose its heat.
clang!
clang!
clang!
Sparkling!
"Shiraishi, here's a piece of pig iron, and I'll give it to you. I'll use it later."
The fat old man pointed to the thick iron block in the corner of the blacksmith shop and said,
"Boss, leave it to me, Shiraishi is too weak to forge that quick pig iron."
Uncle Lore wiped his sweat and said.
"What's the matter with you! Go away!"
The fat old man said viciously, the work at the blacksmith shop has been getting worse and worse in recent months, and he has long been dissatisfied with the existence of Shiraishi when he can't make money, but he can't be fired directly. Now Just looking for a reason.
"But!"
"Nothing but!"
Lore looked at Shiraishi with a hint of worry. He had lived for decades and he couldn't see the fat old man's thoughts, but for Shiraishi, the pig iron was too big, and even it was difficult for him to temper it.
Shiraishi walked out of the corner silently. When he easily picked up the dozens of pounds of pig iron with both hands, he did not blushed and his neck was thick. There was a flash of surprise in the fat old man's eyes.
Even an adult man can't do it as easily as he is, just how can he do it as a child.
But this idea only stayed in the fat old man's mind for a moment. What can he do with great strength? In an era when food is completely insufficient, he can only rely on him.
Shiraishi held the pig iron in his hands, then placed it on the stove, tumbled with iron clamps, and held the handle of the bellows to control the temperature and intensity of the fire.
The flames flew into the air, and the piece of pig iron gradually turned red in the high temperature environment. Shiraishi grabbed the iron billet with the iron clip in his hand and placed it on the large iron pier, and then picked up the large hammer specially designed for wrought iron to beat the pig iron.
clang!
clang!
clang!
....
A string of nails rang, a rain of sweat fell, and the sledgehammer weighing more than ten kilograms rose and fell. After three hours, the thick pig iron that had been forged was less than ten centimeters thick. When Shiraishi was about to be shown in front of the fat old man, the fat old man stopped talking and turned to leave.
"Yes! The boy can forge a piece of pig iron into this shape in just a few days!"
Lore was pleasantly surprised and told Shiraishi that the quenching and tempering techniques are all based on practical experience and are generally difficult to master. He did not expect that Shiraishi would be able to do this in just a few days when he came to the blacksmith shop, which really surprised him.
"Well, this is also what Uncle Lore taught."
Shiraishi said with a faint smile, a blacksmith usually takes one or two apprentices. The apprentice's main job is to use a big hammer five or six times bigger than his master to help the master cook the kotatsu used to make tools. The iron blank is punched into the desired shape, and there is no apprenticeship in the final tool forming stage.
But Uncle Lore didn't hide his secrets, and he gave Shiraishi the method of forging and breathing without reservation. In addition, after turning on the system, his strength was gradually increasing. Forging pig iron weighing dozens of kilograms was still for him. very simple thing,
When Uncle Lore left, Shiraishi looked at the iron material that had been forged in his hand.
"Hmph, you are lucky, and remember to engrave that pattern."
After speaking, the fat old man left, and the pattern he mentioned was the superimposition of six rings. Although Shiraishi didn't understand the fat old man's intention, he did it for work.
"Uncle Lore, what does this mean."
Shiraishi asked Uncle Lore.
"I don't know, it seems to be the coat of arms of the ethnic group he once belonged to, but I have never seen such a pattern."
Uncle Lore couldn't tell, but in the end it didn't matter.
....
a few days later.
Shiraishi has been in this world for seven days, and he has no time to inquire about news related to this world until he gets food. In desperation, Shiraishi can only use his spare time to obtain relevant information in his spare time. news about the world.
Ishgar! This world where humans and dragons coexist may be more reasonable to call it a world of dragons.
"Why can't it be 400 years from now."
Shiraishi couldn't help but have some headaches. Shiraishi still had a general understanding of Fairy Tail. This was an era full of crises.
Humans, the largest race in this world, to the dragons, humans are just a creature with a large number of races. Even the most powerful human beings are still unable to compete with the dragons, and at most they can only block the progress of the dragons a little.
The only fortunate thing is that Shiraishi happened to be in a rare place. Compared with those human kingdoms, the city of Tagusk was relatively unremarkable, and the shadow of dragons had not been seen for decades.
"Get stronger as soon as possible, otherwise this world will not survive at all."
It's not Shiraishi's character at all to put your destiny in the hands of the dragon! Only strength is his only pursuit in this world. *
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