Durin's Diary

Chapter 20 If you want to attack the task first, you must first sharpen your tools.

Du Lin looked at the tall, skinny old butler of the Ayer family with surprise. He had just brought a letter. The head of the Ayer family, An Erto, invited old Ish to his house for a gathering.

After the old butler left, Du Lin looked at Anta. This girl must have said something that made Anta, the old man who no longer had much to do with the affairs, make a choice - probably she must have told him about her promotion.

Considering that Anta was the same age as Old Ish, he must have seen his grandmother, so Durin didn't think there was anything wrong - even if Anta didn't say it, these old men should be able to see the clues, and if Durin grew horns and a tail as his level increased, then no matter how he hid his identity before, it would be useless.

Instead it's a good thing.

Old Ish must still be racking his brains over how to get Anta to stay, and now he has a most legitimate reason to go to Iyer's house.

What is face-riding output? This is probably it.

Well, old Yi Xu readily agreed and went to Ayer's house early - my old friend missed me so much, I had to see him early.

There was still some time before dinner, so Du Lin simply took Anta into the studio.

"You said you wanted to perform magic. Is that the kind of sleight of hand that doesn't involve illusion?" Anta looked at Dulin curiously.

Du Lin nodded and casually took out a metal plate from the metal ingot storage cabinet nearby.

"Ah, I recognize this plate. Isn't this the fragment from the ancient cabin?" Anta's eyes widened as she pointed at the metal plate. "I remember that metal plates like this are very hard and strong, even spells and bullets can't penetrate them."

"Yes, this time, I want to see if my ability can recast it." Du Lin said here, raised his left hand, and a faint blue flame appeared in his palm.

"I feel hot." Anta took two steps back.

Dulin didn't feel anything, but his shirt cuffs didn't think so. Under the gaze of Dulin and Anta, it first started to smoke and then successfully combusted.

After a scream, the fire was put out. Du Lin, who had changed his clothes, rolled up his sleeves and started to gather fire again, then placed the metal plate on the flames.

"Will this really work?" Anta said as she saw the metal plate begin to curl and then melt, but it did not drip as she imagined, but eventually condensed into a ball of liquid above Dulin's palm.

And Du Lin's face was full of surprise: "Anta, if I cast this liquid into a sword, what do you think it will look like?"

"I don't know, but it must be a very, very strong sword. Maybe it can't be destroyed no matter what?" Anta looked at the liquid ball in Durin's hand from a distance.

"Then why do we still need to make swords, Anta? Use the magician's hand to hand me the hammer mold in the cabinet over there." Du Lin immediately changed his mind.

The mold soon came to Du Lin and was placed on the anvil. Du Lin carefully poured the liquid into the mold and finally found that there was a little too much.

In the end, Durin used the remaining metal liquid to "pinch" a claw knife using a spell.

Because the material can only support such a small blade body, if the blade body is stretched any further, it will be too thin and will lose its necessary toughness and hardness.

The fact that the flames from the human body can melt titanium alloy plates into liquid is truly eye-opening to me. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have dismissed the claim as nonsense.

Daju's sigh echoed in Du Lin's mind. Yeah, I thought so too, but that's the truth.

While thinking, Du Lin completed the quenching process of the claw knife blade - the wall of the studio is a mechanism, which connects to the blacksmith shop outside when opened. There are all kinds of blacksmith tools outside. In fact, there are water quenching and oil quenching options.

Then there's the hammerhead.

Without Durin's extraordinary ability, the liquid metal quickly solidified. Durin opened the mold, took out the hammer head and quenched it once. He hammered it a few times with the hammer, and after confirming that there was no problem, he looked at Anta.

"Anta, bring me that ironwood hammer handle." Du Lin pointed to the shelf behind her.

She turned, took the ironwood hammer handle and handed it over.

The ironwood hammer handles and molds in these hammer handles are universal, usually used as experimental iron handles, which are tough and lightweight.

Du Lin installed the hammer handle. Although the hammer body looked gray and not good looking, considering that he needed to test the sturdiness of the thing, Du Lin called his own high-hoofed butler over.

"Let me use this hammer to hit the large anvil to confirm its hardness. Master, please watch carefully."

The tall and skinny butler had helped Durin test many times before, so he was quite familiar with the process. With a battle cry, the two-meter-tall old butler swung the hammer in his hand and hit it hard on the anvil.

Then the hammer handle broke, and the hammer head flew a distance, fell to the ground, bounced twice, and then stopped moving.

And a huge dent appeared on the anvil.

"Master, where did you get such a solid hammer?" The old butler looked at the anvil in surprise. He picked up the hammer and looked at it again and again. "It really is not damaged at all. It is really solid."

"I melted the metal of the ancestors into a hammer head. I remember your third grandson is almost an adult, and now the hammer head belongs to you." Du Lin didn't care about this piece of metal - not many people would collect the metal plates of the ancestors because they could not be recast. In many cases, some large pieces of metal plates would even be used as the roof of the cowshed.

As for small metal plates, they have more uses, but unfortunately they have never been recast into weapons or tools. In the past, they were mostly used as reinforcements for shields, but now, they are more often used in places where windows need to be reinforced as anti-theft and anti-intrusion measures for windows.

As a member of the Tallhoof and Skinny Clan, the old steward considered it an honor for their children to receive a sturdy war hammer when they reached adulthood. This reward made the old steward very happy. He put away the hammer and left after confirming that Durin had no other instructions.

"I've never heard of anyone who can process these metals left by our ancestors. Now that you can, Dulin, you'll definitely become a remarkable craftsman in the future." Anta looked at Dulin excitedly, "Can you use these metals to process them into firearms?"

"I'm not even a master craftsman yet." Du Lin responded with a smile in response to Anta's flattery.

It's more than just a problem of craftsmanship. I have just started on this journey called life.

Moreover, this girl actually did not understand that the metal plates left by the ancestors did not have the same composition. Some were titanium alloys, some were tungsten-cobalt and tungsten-titanium-cobalt hard alloys, and some were just aluminum alloys.

In short, Du Lin needs to collect carbide first to make a set of tool parts.

There is a saying that goes, "If you want to attack the task, you must first sharpen your tools."

(End of this chapter)