Chapter 56: The Era and Weapons

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  The next afternoon, Haman sent the twenty or so craftsmen Nia had bought to the Governor's Palace. Nia immediately ordered them all to be arranged in the exclusive ironwork shop of the Duke's Palace.

  Yue Mu led his disciples and twenty ironworkers to tidy up the ironworkshop, repairing it, sweeping it clean, igniting the long-extinguished furnace, stacking the purchased ore and iron ingots, and preparing all the ironworking tools.

  This blacksmith shop is located near the cavalry training grounds of the Governor's Palace, and was forced to shut down due to financial difficulties at the Duke's Palace in recent years.

  Now, with the improvement of the governor's financial situation, this ironworkshop that had been dormant for many years finally rekindled its furnace, and the large chimney once again emitted thick smoke, clanging away all day long.

  Oola was very curious about these things, so when the first batch of products came out, she couldn't wait to pull Ye Feng and run to the blacksmith's shop to see them work.

  As soon as Ye Feng entered the door, he saw several large stoves burning with fierce flames, and a wave of heat rushed towards him.

  In the blacksmith's workshop, more than twenty people were in a flurry of activity, their upper bodies bare and wearing leather aprons, sweating profusely as they wielded iron hammers, producing earth-shaking sounds.

  Yefeng called over the craftsman named Yosmur and pointed at those crude drum wind furnaces, saying: "Does your Damascus royal forging camp also use this kind of equipment?"

  Yao Mu Hai turned his head to look at the smoke-emitting wind drums and said inexplicably, "Lord Ye, we were like this in Damascus too. What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

  "Then you use this stuff to forge the famous Damascus curved steel knife?"

  Yao Mu Er bowed and said, "Sir, this is naturally impossible. That steel knife must be forged with the Uzz ore from the East. We don't have that material now. And the current fuel won't work either."

  Ye Feng glanced at the bustling workshop and picked up a newly forged long sword, asking: "How's the quality of this kind of sword you're currently making?"

  Yao Mu'er smiled, picked up a city guard's sword, gestured to Ye Feng to raise the long sword in his hand, and then chopped down with force. The two swords collided, emitting a clear and crisp sound.

  Ye Feng withdrew his long sword and took a look, only to see that the long sword in his hand was intact, while the city guard's special sword had been chopped off with a big chunk.

  Yomur proudly smiled and pointed at the long sword in Yefeng's hand, saying: "This is made using the package steel technique, with wrought iron as the core and steel as the skin, making the weapon both hard and tough. And this sword." Yomur picked up the sword used by the city guards, saying: "is made by separating steel plates and then forging them together again. Although the quality of the steel plates that make up the sword is pure, its toughness is not good. However, in Norman, this is already a very good technique. The craftsman who forged this sword must be an experienced master."

  Ye Feng nodded and said, "Not bad."

  Eula looked at him, rolling her eyes. Although he wasn't very familiar with these things, he also knew that the long swords of the city guards were bought from outside at a high price when the old duke was still alive, and although they couldn't be called the best, they were much better than the standard long swords used by the army. The sword made by Yomul had already cut through this kind of sword with just a rough blade, which meant that this sword was absolutely top-notch. It wasn't something that could be dismissed with a casual "it's fine".

  Yao Mu threw the long sword in his hand and nodded, saying: "Yes, sir. But we've already done our best. The quality of the ore here is too poor, and the quality of the fuel is not good either. If it weren't for Atoum's help, removing the impurities from the raw materials, we wouldn't even be able to make this kind of weapon. His alchemy laboratory may not be large in scale, but it has been very helpful to us."

  Ye Feng was taken aback and asked: "Is that old guy Atom also here?"

  Yomul nodded and said, "Lord Atom lives with us. He guides us through experimental methods. The Egyptians started smelting iron 800 years ago, and their techniques are indeed unique, such as using water mills to grind ore, which is beneficial for entering the furnace, roasting the ore before smelting, improving the quality of the ore, and then putting it into the furnace."

  Ye Fengqi said: "You call him sir?"

  Yomur said: "Of course, the scholars of the Great Library of Alexandria are famous for their erudition and wisdom, we have all heard of them in Karak."

  Ye Feng turned his head and looked at Oola in disbelief, who was excitedly watching the blacksmith next to him hammering iron, with countless sparks flying out of each strike, drawing beautiful orange arcs in the air.

  In fact, it is like this. Some people may not be able to encounter a treasure in their lifetime, while others can get it easily. There is certainly a great deal of chance in this, but the most important thing is having the eyes that discover treasures.

  Many people complain that good fortune has befallen someone else and not themselves, but they haven't realized that everyone's chances are the same; what others have encountered, they too have encountered.

  They never thought about whether they had a pair of keen eyes when they were complaining.

  Ye Feng muttered: "I should let this kid buy lottery tickets for me."

  He said after a pat on the forehead, oh yeah, lottery! This is indeed an incredible invention for making money, enough to be listed as one of the greatest inventions of the 20th century.

  This business is more profitable than robbing a bank vault. Everyone is eager to give you money, and you can't refuse even if you want to. You must tell Nia about it later, or... he glanced at the naive Oola, or let Oola be the frontman while secretly selling himself, which would be a good idea?

  He thought to himself, subconsciously gently flexing the sword body with his hand. The flexibility of this sword was indeed good, after being bent it did not break or become warped like other swords, but instead lightly swayed a few times before immediately recovering.

  At this moment, a craftsman walked over with a long sword that had just been forged and not yet tempered, and threw it into the nearby bucket. A burst of white smoke rose up, and Ye Feng smelled a pungent smell that made him wrinkle his brow, saying: "What is being put here? Why does it stink so much? Why not use water to temper it?"

  Yao Mu Er proudly pointed to the bucket of yellow liquid and said, "Horse urine! This is our secret recipe. Swords tempered with this are much better than those tempered with clear water."

  "Oh, selling cakes." Ye Feng's face suddenly turned green, he looked at the long sword in his hand and hastily threw it aside. Then he stretched out his hand to... uh... vigorously wipe Oola's clothes twice.

  "I've heard that you have a dagger that can cut through any weapon," Yomur asked cautiously.

  "Oh, you mean this." Ye Feng drew out his ceramic dagger and handed it over to Yomur.

  "The gods are above, this is absolutely not metal." Yomur swung the dagger at his own forged long sword, and the dagger cut through the long sword without any hindrance.

  "Divine artifact, sir." Yomur held the dagger with both hands, excitedly saying: "This... this is simply a weapon that only existed in the legendary era of the gods."

  "It indeed comes from another era." Ye Feng listened and fell silent for a moment before saying calmly.