After rebirth, one gold coin bought the Elf Princess

Thor III looked at Roland eagerly, but just scratched his head, not knowing what to say.

According to convention, whether the wise man is willing to leave his wisdom depends entirely on his mood. The so-called guest wise man is just an honorary title and has no substantial benefits.

This has been the tradition for so many years and no one can change it.

He wanted to give Roland some benefits, but when he looked at the other party's gorgeous magician robes and the animal skin clothes worn by the tribesmen, he knew that he had nothing to offer.

Looking at the patriarch's embarrassed expression, Roland smiled and said:

"Chief Thor, Miss Granny has followed me in battle for many years. She is loyal and fearless and has made countless military achievements. I must give her face."

"If your department needs anything, I might be able to help."

Thor's beard was trembling with excitement, and the oil-painted tattoos on his face were distorted with his smile.

"Mr. Roland, if it's convenient, can you teach us the techniques of forging and smelting?"

"Smelting and forging are difficult to learn."

Roland was in a dilemma. Apart from anything else, it was very difficult to make these barbarians understand temperature, not to mention more advanced knowledge.

He could give them some books, but with the barbarians' knowledge, would they be able to understand them?

He smiled and suggested an alternative.

"Chief Thor, if your tribe has any specific needs, I can provide you with ore. I have plenty of skilled craftsmen to help."

Seeing that Roland did not agree to impart knowledge, Thor was a little disappointed. This kind of confidential technology would not be easily passed on.

He smiled bitterly and said, "Mr. Roland, your proposal is good, but we can't pay it back at all, so we can't make a deal with you. In fact, we only want simple forging technology."

"Alas, we have longed for the light of wisdom, any light at all, but it is not easy to see the dawn."

Seeing Thor's disappointed look, Roland's eyes suddenly lit up.

Any light is good?

As expected, he was overthinking it. The barbarians did not understand temperature, but they had good eyesight and could determine the approximate temperature from the color of the flame.

As long as the approximate temperature can be determined, smelting, purification and forging will be easy.

Although the tools and equipment forged by such rough methods were of average quality, they were enough for the barbarians.

He coughed lightly and said with a smile: "Who said I am unwilling to teach? I just want to know how to make your craftsmen understand the knowledge of smelting and forging."

Thor's eyes lit up and his whole body trembled with excitement.

The level of sophistication of Granny's equipment now was beyond his comprehension, and all of this was brought by Mr. Roland.

He didn't dare to hope to get the same equipment as Granny, but he would be satisfied even if it was only one-fifth or even one-tenth of the quality.

In addition to weapons and equipment, the tribe's backward tools also need to be improved urgently.

He originally thought that Roland would not help, but he did not expect him to be so generous.

They got to work right away. The few craftsmen in the tribe were gathered together and appeared in front of Roland.

Roland had a brief conversation with these craftsmen and had an accurate assessment of their professional level.

A bunch of stubborn bastards.

Eventually, he gave up on imparting knowledge to these artisans.

Their brain capacity is not large to begin with, and it is filled with a lot of backward knowledge. There is no hope for them.

He suggested to Chief Thor that they find a group of young people with the best eyesight.

This request was really strange. Not only did Chief Thor not understand it, but even Sophia who was traveling with him couldn't understand it.

Only Granny firmly believed that Master Roland was omnipotent.

He even taught her math.

Just a few months ago, Granny passed the math test of addition and subtraction within 100, becoming a wise man in her own mind.

Of course, according to Roland's standards, this level is at most that of a first-grade primary school graduate. Any second-grade primary school student's math level can crush Granny.

Since the wise man had spoken, the chieftain naturally did not dare to neglect it. He ordered the warriors in the tribe who were good at throwing stones to gather in the square as soon as possible.

When the craftsmen saw that Roland ignored them and instead went to find young people with no foundation, they felt disappointed and a little angry.

Craftsmen have a very high status in the barbarian tribes.

Although their skills were very low, in Roland's eyes they were at most the level of township blacksmiths.

Thor didn't dare to offend them, so he could only send these "masters" back to their residence with a smile.

Looking at the sweaty tribe leader, Roland felt that being a leader was difficult, and being a leader for a bunch of brainless guys was even more difficult.

He even felt a little sympathy for Thor.

The slingers arrived quickly, and in less than a quarter of an hour, except for a few hunters outside, everyone else had gathered in the square.

It is well known that warriors who are good at long-range attacks have good eyesight.

That's why Roland chose them.

As everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, Roland walked up to the podium with his head held high and raised his right hand, signaling everyone to pay attention.

He pointed his finger and a ball of fire appeared out of thin air.

"Did you see the color of the flame?"

"Look carefully!" the barbarian youths shouted in unison.

"Very good, this is the lowest temperature flame used for smelting, remember it all!"

Roland started with a flame that could only smelt pig iron, and continued to increase the temperature of the flame.

As the temperature rises, the color of the flame changes.

Roland did not explain to them the principle of flame combustion, which was really cruel to their poor brains.

He simply asked them to memorize the colors corresponding to several key flame temperatures.

After the confused barbarian youths forced their memories, Roland began the test by constantly changing the color of the flames.

With each round of changes, several people will be eliminated.

When there were only ten people left on the field, Roland stopped the fire demonstration and said, "Very good, the ten of you have been selected!"

These ten lucky people were ecstatic but also a little confused.

What exactly did the wise man want to do? Although they had good fighting ability, there were many warriors in the tribe, and they could not even be ranked.

Although they didn't understand why the selection of reserve craftsmen had to start with memory and eyesight, everyone still obeyed Roland's orders obediently.

They all saw that Roland was a magician.

In the eyes of barbarians, magicians are strange beings. These guys are very powerful and mostly evil.

Fortunately, Roland the Wise had clear eyes, did not look like a bad guy, and was a good drinker, so the barbarians had a very good impression of him.

After selecting the candidates, Roland directly took out the forge from his private storage space and placed it on the ground.

The barbarians were stunned when they saw the forge.

Their limited knowledge makes them dare not make any comments at all.

Although they lack knowledge, they are not blind and can tell good from bad. The sophistication of this forge is far beyond their understanding, and it contains mysterious power that makes people awe-inspiring.

Roland only taught one thing today: smelting.

How to smelt iron ore into iron.

He thought it was basic, but this knowledge could allow the Thor tribe to enter the Iron Age.

Although previous craftsmen were able to produce a small number of pig iron tools and bronze weapons, large-scale smelting of steel was completely beyond their understanding.

Roland explained the complex smelting knowledge in the simplest language, but to Sophia, it was just a joke.

Smelting and forging are both high-end technologies. How could these barbarians with no foundation possibly learn them?

But she did not notice that when Roland was imparting knowledge to these young barbarians, almost colorless and transparent magic elements were surging at his fingertips.

【Thinking Stamp—Smelting】

【Thought Stamp—Forging】

While the young barbarians were letting their guard down, Roland implanted the knowledge of relevant professional skills into their sea of ​​consciousness as a mental stamp.

If you want to teach the barbarians how to smelt and forge, it will probably take more than ten years.

First, they need to be taught mathematics, then physics and chemistry, and then they need to learn various related knowledge. It would be best if they also know how to draw and have a certain artistic talent.

Not to mention the barbarians, even a very smart human teenager would not be able to master so much complex knowledge in a short period of time.

In order to achieve immediate results, Roland chose to take shortcuts.

[Mind Brand] is a magical spell that can forcibly implant knowledge into the brain of the recipient.

Roland is more accustomed to calling this magical spell the Thought Stamp.

Have these young men learned to forge?

Hard to say.

They have not learned forging, but they can use the knowledge imprinted in their minds to forge simple weapons and tools in their ignorance.

Does this count as knowing it?

As will.

After a busy morning, Roland called his apprentices together and announced to them with a serious expression.

"Young men, you have already mastered the basics of smelting and forging. Now I will lend you the forge and assign you homework."

"Each of you make a weapon or tool. I'll give you time. I'll check your homework tomorrow at noon. If you can't do it, don't say you're my student."

After hearing what Roland said, Thor was a little worried.

Although he didn't know how to forge, he was familiar with the craftsmen in the tribe and knew how difficult it was for them to forge a piece of equipment.

An axe takes at least a month.

This is the true level of tribal craftsmen.

Although Roland is a wise man, can he really do it with such a short time?

Thor was just confused, but Sophia almost fell down.

Smelting and forging are very scientific and systematic professions. Can you learn them in just one morning?

She stared at Roland in amazement, not knowing what to say.

The young man in the square was also a little confused.

Their expressions were very similar to that of Benboerba who was asked by the Nine-headed Insect to get rid of Tang Monk and his disciples. They were completely confused.

What the hell? They just started the class and already they have to start practicing?

Although they were confused, they did not dare to raise any objections.

In the barbarians' worldview, teachers who possess knowledge have a status comparable to that of parents and must be respected.

Even if the teacher is wrong, you have to listen first and not question it later.

The only person in the audience who had full confidence in Roland was Granny.

Roland is omnipotent.

This is the ideological stamp that Miss Savage put on herself.

Seeing that all the apprentices had dull eyes, Roland roared, "Why don't you do anything? Even if you're just standing there for a while, it counts as time!"

After saying this, he swung his cloak vigorously and walked away in a very elegant manner, leaving behind only the busy apprentices.

The clan leader was not sure whether Roland could teach them forging, but Roland said that the results would be seen in just a few days, so he decided to trust him for once.

Back in the rest room, facing Sophia's suspicion, Roland smiled and said:

"Don't look at me like that. I just want to explore the interior of the Black Rock Mountains. It will be much more difficult without the support of the Thor tribe."

The Blackrock Mountains are full of dangers, and there are dragonmen from the Blackfyre Clan stationed there.

If you enter Blackrock Mountains without permission, you will be attacked by dragon people and all barbarians.

The Blackrock Mountains are the sacred mountains of the barbarians and must not be defiled.