Faerûn: Lord of the Eternal Sun

Early in the morning, Ian arrived at the blacksmith shop in high spirits and began cleaning and preparing to light the coals to start the furnace.

Isaac had intended to sleep in, but after thinking for a few minutes on the hard wooden bed, he got up anyway.

Thirty is the perfect time to strive and work hard, how can you slack off!

After a quick wash, Ian stopped what he was doing and the two went to the yard, where they began to train their physical strength with heavy stone weights.

In addition to weightlifting, they also had to carry hundreds of pounds of strip-shaped rocks while briskly walking.

The temperature was only in the teens in the morning, and the two of them were soon drenched in sweat and took off their shirts.

Ian was physically gifted; shortly after reaching adulthood, he could lift two to three hundred pounds of stone over his head, suggesting that his father had consciously trained him in these abilities at the slaughterhouse.

Of course, Isaac can lift this weight with one hand. When using both hands, his lifting capacity exceeds 600 pounds, which is almost the limit for an average person.

Everyone's physical talents are different. An average male human's attributes are around 10 points, and if strength can be trained to 15 points, it is considered genius level, such as a veteran in the army.

18 PM is almost the limit for ordinary people, and 20 PM is the limit for mortals.

There are differences between ordinary people, which can also be called differences in innate qualities. The coefficient of each attribute is about 1.3 times.

Those with attributes exceeding 20 points are collectively referred to as extraordinary individuals, meaning they have transcended the ordinary and reached sainthood. Only large creatures can possess such high attribute values, such as mammoths, whale sharks, and dragons.

During a break, Isaac sat on a rock and secretly opened his golden eyes to examine Ian.

[Name] Ian Campbell

[Age] 16

[Race] Human, Shahram

[Class] Warrior

[Background] Blacksmith Apprentice/Butcher

[Faith] Sun God - Amannata

[Faction] Order Neutral

[Core Attributes] ————

Strength 13

Agility 12

'Constitution' 13

Intelligence: 10

Perception 11

"Charm" 10

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

【Special Skills】

The "Goat Butcher" moves decisively and is extremely accurate in hitting vital points +3.

【技能熟练】刀具掌握+4、护甲掌握+1、运动+3、锻造+1、生存+2

[Language] Common Mainland Language, Nomadic Dialects

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"He's a promising talent."

Isaac nodded in satisfaction. The young man was already better than most ordinary people; he was a gem that could be polished.

He also has good comprehension skills, and he mastered basic forging not long after arriving at the blacksmith shop, only lacking hands-on experience.

This made Isaac want to train him. After all, he was his old friend's son, and after a few years of training, he would be a trustworthy and helpful assistant.

"Ian, take a break and get ready for combat training."

"Okay, big uncle."

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Inside the blacksmith's shop, the two were somewhat relaxed, which gave Isaac time to instruct him on forging techniques.

When he had some free time, Isaac stroked the black ring on his hand.

Yesterday I accepted the invitation from the High Priest of the Temple to try changing my class to a Paladin of the Church of the Sun, and perhaps I will be able to master spellcasting abilities later.

Therefore, Isaac decided to keep the dimensional ring, which he had originally intended to sell, so that he could use it in the future.

Changing one's class to Paladin is no small matter; the process is somewhat complicated and requires a series of procedures. Only after the signature of the High Priest of the Sun, Omanus, at the main temple can Isaac successfully join the class and receive the corresponding training.

With very few orders on hand, the blacksmith shop may have to close down before the end of the year.

Ian was also somewhat distracted. He was well aware of the business situation in the shop and was racking his brains to find a way out of the current predicament.

If Isaac hadn't warned him beforehand, the hot-blooded young Ian might have chosen to take the risk and embark on an irrational path of crime.

The morning passed, and the apprentice assisted the blacksmith in forging two or three weapons, without a single new customer arriving.

On the contrary, the two blacksmith shops next door were bustling with activity, their hammers clanging and clanging.

In the afternoon, new customers finally arrived. A carriage stopped in front of the shop, and Ian went to greet it excitedly, only to be met with a cold shower.

Inside the carriage, a young, round-faced maid emerged, searching for the tall blacksmith.

As soon as he entered, he made eye contact with the blacksmith who was forging a blacksmith. Isaac, who had a very good memory, recognized her.

She was a maid at Tessa's residence.

"Dear Son of the Sun, my master invites you to afternoon tea."

"Wait a moment."

"OK."

Isaac hadn't seen this noblewoman in a long time, and he was feeling a bit restless.

After forging the weapon in hand, he beckoned Ian to come over.

"I'm closing early today, so you don't need to come tomorrow. I won't be in the Xiacheng District for the next couple of days."

"Remember to train hard when you get back, don't slack off. This is your salary for this week."

Isaac ignored his objections and stuffed three silver coins into his hand. Ian was somewhat taken aback. He hadn't worked for so long and was still getting paid, and now he was going to have a break!

The tall blacksmith went to the backyard house to wash off the dust and iron filings, and changed into his precious white robe.

His rugged appearance vanished instantly, transforming him into a handsome young nobleman. His half-open chest revealed clearly defined chest and abdominal muscles, adorned with a golden holy emblem pendant. The moment he appeared, the round-faced maid swallowed hard.

Seeing his attire, Ian knew that his uncle was going to socialize with the noblemen in the city again.

He thought that not only was he trying his best to get out of the predicament, but his uncle was also trying his best to revive the blacksmith shop.

Watching his big uncle get into the noble carriage, Ian could only start packing up the shop and preparing to close and leave.

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As the carriage traveled along the clean streets of the Upper Town, Isaac realized that this was not the way to Crescent Street.

Inside the carriage, the round-faced maid deliberately stood very close, able to smell the unique scent emanating from him, making one want to get closer.

If she were to describe it, it would be like the bright, luminous scent that you can smell after the mattress has been left to bask in the scorching sun for an afternoon.

"Where are we going?"

"Go to Lakota Street, that's another mansion of the master."

Isaac asked, and the maid explained.

It was only then that I remembered Tessa was a rich woman, even before she inherited that dead old man's fortune.

The coachman skillfully maneuvered the carriage, and soon they arrived at the courtyard of a noble mansion.

Led by a maid, Isaac walked through the corridors and houses and met Tessa, who was enjoying tea in the small garden in the backyard.

Under the white pavilion, Tessa wore a tea dress, revealing a pair of smooth, long, and plump thighs.

Hearing footsteps, she gently tossed her slightly curly blond hair and turned around. When she saw Isaac, her eyes widened, and then she gave him a bright smile.

Isaac sat down on the other side of the small round table, feeling the atmosphere was a little dry, and awkwardly picked up his tea and took a sip.

"Good tea~"

Tessa was amused by this affected manner and couldn't help but roll her eyes, instantly exuding charm.

"My esteemed Son of the Sun, what are you pretending for in front of me?!"

Isaac gave an awkward laugh, then decided to drop the act and snapped his fingers at the maid beside him.

"Lina, bring me the wine, the most expensive wine in the manor."

Instead of admiring the flowers, they admired the people; the two remained restrained, exchanging passionate glances.