I'm Ornn, and I'm about to be beaten to my knees by the Man-eating Horse Girl!

Some female racers can compete continuously for ten years, while others are like a flash in the pan, disappearing suddenly in less than a year.

Therefore, it's not without reason that older women are stronger. Although a woman's physical abilities may weaken over time, her skill application may actually become stronger than during her active period.

Ornn was naturally delighted to have such a beautiful horse girl as a free sparring partner for Dolan's team.

Moreover, he didn't intend to keep his forging ability hidden forever. When the time was right, this special skill might be able to secure him more resources.

The two stepped out of the elevator and arrived at the somewhat dimly lit fourth floor.

The stairwell windows were covered with paper, and there were some rainbow-like patterns on them, like grease seeping into water.

Orn squinted and noticed that most of the papers were drafts of calculation formulas.

Among that messy handwriting, the only things he recognized were Arabic numerals; the other symbols looked like scribbles to him and were completely incomprehensible.

And in the gaps between these draft papers glued together by unidentified oil stains, there were many reports about the race.

"[Like a visitor from another dimension, a legend forged through four competitions]"

"To make the opponent despair and the audience erupt in excitement!"

"A princess who surpassed the speed of light, a hero who led the era."

"Alice...?"

Watching Ornn silently reading aloud from the newspaper, the Manchester City tea house owner murmured, "Those are the honors she once received, and she herself pasted these newspapers onto the wall."

"If it weren't for the fact that the teaching building here is already in a semi-abandoned state, with students only coming to the dance studios on the second and third floors, the rest of the place would be practically deserted,"

"Furthermore, her family bought the entire fourth floor of the building, so the school probably sent someone to warn her long ago."

Orn frowned again; this Alice's condition was probably much more serious than he had imagined.

As long as his physical injuries weren't too severe, he could heal them using the Holy Shroud and his own hammer techniques.

But if the problem lies in one's mental state, it would be very difficult for him to completely resolve it on his own.

Judging from the few words spoken at the Manchester City tea house, this Alice is extremely confident in her calculation abilities, or rather, overly confident.

It's a good thing that Ma Niang is confident in her abilities; it allows her to make bolder moves on the field and also makes her personality more outgoing.

However, if she attributes all her success to this self-confidence, she will be unable to see the mistakes and oversights hidden by that confidence, ultimately leading to disaster.

Judging from the date on the newspaper, it seems to be news from two years ago. In other words, when Alice had her health problems, it was during her second year of high school?

"Trainer Orn, please knock on the door first and then come over."

The woman from the Manchester City tea shop bowed slightly apologetically to Ornn. After receiving a nod from him, she slowly walked to the door of a laboratory, gently knocked, and then opened it.

"Hey! Teahouse, you're back?"

"I've been waiting for you for so long! It's as bitter as the coffee you made for me!"

"Oh right! It's lunchtime now, did you bring food for poor Suko?! If you don't bring me food, I'll starve to death!!"

Entering the laboratory from the Manchester tea house, Alice was still lying on the makeshift desk made of school desks.

She was covered with a very thick quilt, and the air conditioning in the room was set extremely low. Looking up, the temperature displayed on the air conditioner was 16°C.

White lab coats were scattered haphazardly on the floor. Opposite the bed where Alice was lying was an extremely long research table made up of two or three tables, on which dozens of test tubes and beakers were placed.

The stains on the table, layered upon layer, revealed a rainbow of colors under the incandescent light.

Alice was wriggling in the blankets, her back turned, one of her ears spinning like a radar.

Seemingly because she didn't hear the footsteps from the Manchester tea shop, she continued, "Tea shop~~~ What's going on~~~ I'm not moving!"

"I stayed up late for a long time the day before yesterday and yesterday. I'm very sleepy now. Just put the lunchbox over there. I'll eat it when I wake up."

Manchester Tea House remained motionless. She hesitated at the door for a moment before softly saying, "Suko, your...your injury, I might have found a way to treat it..."

"Ha ha ha ha!!"

While lying on the bed, Alice suddenly burst into laughter a few times, her shoulders trembling violently, as if she had heard something funny.

She sat up, her eyelids drooping, and looked at her friend standing at the door, saying, "Teahouse, don't joke like that. I haven't been able to figure out a solution myself in the past two years, so how could you possibly find one?"

Alice looked at the Manchester tea house and waved her hand, saying, "I guess it was your [friend's] suggestion again. Didn't it try it last time? My situation is too complicated; it didn't work at all."

"I'll take care of my own body. I'm currently working with the research group that follows me. If we can make that kind of metal, maybe it can solve my leg problem."

Manchester Tea House nodded and said, "Suko, I have indeed found someone who can meet your requirements for making it, or more precisely, a blacksmith."

Hearing her friend's words, Alice couldn't help but laugh out loud again.

Blacksmithing? What's so special about this outdated craft? Modern machinery can do everything a blacksmith can do, and even things a blacksmith can't do, and often does them better and more precisely.

If a blacksmith could solve the problem she'd been pondering day and night, then she wouldn't need the title of genius scientist anymore, and she wouldn't need to pursue the ultimate speed on the track anymore. She might as well just become a blacksmith herself.

But seeing the serious expression on Chaza's face, Alice gradually lost her smile and frowned, saying, "Are you serious? Chaza, you're not joking?"

Manchester City Tea House nodded, but Alice fell into a brief moment of contemplation.

She knew her friend's personality well; she seemed cold and aloof, but actually had a warm heart. In between taking care of her, she would sometimes go to the playground for training.

If she encounters a younger female horse who isn't afraid of her, she'll offer some pointers and run a few laps with them.

Although the little pony girls would have nightmares for days after running away with the tea house, their strength would also increase significantly, which made the Manchester Tea House famous among the younger students.

If you ignore those strange tales, the Manchester tea house might actually be quite famous in the school.

And most importantly... right now, at Manchester City's tea house, she, like herself, has no trainer.

"Teahouse, is the blacksmith you mentioned the trainer from Central Treson?"

Manchester Tea House nodded and said, "Yes, although he is a rookie trainer, I think he is at least a master in metal smelting."

Alice touched her chin, hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Alright, since you've put it that way, let this [blacksmith] give it a try here."

"But he'll have to pay for the materials himself! I don't have any extra funds for him!"

Manchester City Tea House waved towards the door, and Orn walked into the laboratory.

'A new trainer, claiming to be skilled in blacksmithing, a burly man, specifically sought out a teahouse and struck up a conversation with her.'

'This guy, is he planning to use this opportunity to sign a contract with the teahouse to achieve some ulterior motive?'

It's not surprising that Alice thinks in a darker direction; as a near-adult with one foot already in the workforce, she does tend to think more deeply.

Moreover, before this, there had been other fraudulent trainers who tried to sign contracts with the horses that joined Dream Cup.

Horsegirls who have already joined the Dream Cup can still sign contracts with trainers. Generally, this only happens when an existing trainer wants to train a new trainer.

Even after the elderly person retires, the mentors they have nurtured can still help the promising younger generations as a senior.

In this situation, new trainers will be allocated more resources each year, and they can also attract new horse girls to sign contracts with them through this relationship.

In special cases like Alice and the teahouse, some new trainers, harboring ulterior motives and wanting to take shortcuts, would naturally flatter and fawn over them, begging to sign them.

However, after learning the terms of the contract that Alice had signed with them, all of them gave up without exception.

'Well, let me see if you're truly capable, or just some scumbag trying to fool the tea house and scheme for something.'

Alice narrowed her eyes, her pupils, like Venetian blinds, fixed intently on Orn.

She nodded and said, "You're the blacksmith they were talking about at the tea house? Let me make this clear, what I want to forge isn't ordinary."

"Oh, by the way, the materials are in that corner over there. You can take them as you like, but they're not free. You'll have to pay me for them yourself. I can accept card, mobile payment, or cash..."

Orn frowned and waved his hand to interrupt, "Wait, wait, didn't I come here to treat patients? How did it turn into me needing to forge iron?"

"see a doctor?"

Alice tilted her head slightly, looking Orn up and down, and suddenly laughed: "Hey, are you trying to say you're a doctor? How can someone so big and burly treat patients?"

"Could it be that you knocked someone out with one punch and then gave them physical therapy?"

Ornn ignored the chestnut-haired man sitting on the bed and turned to look at the Manchester City tea house.

He asked, "Wait a minute, so you asked me to come and treat her so that I could help her forge iron?"

Manchester City Tea House nodded, looking at Ornn with an expression of self-righteousness, and asked in return, "Has Mr. Ornn forgotten? I said on the way here that we would need to use Mr. Ornn's skills, which is blacksmithing."

Ornn scratched his head; he roughly knew where the blunder had occurred.

The black-haired horse girl only knew that she could use magical forging, but she was unaware of her abilities to enhance or heal horse girls.

Ornn had spent the entire summer treating people, so he subconsciously assumed that the other person had also come to him for treatment.

Orn sighed, looked at the teasing chestnut-haired horsewoman, and explained, "Perhaps I didn't explain clearly before. Besides being a blacksmith, I also know a little about medicine."

"Alice, let me take a look at your injury first. Don't worry, I'm not a quack doctor who's just trying to gain fame. I won't do things I'm not sure of, and I certainly won't prescribe medicine randomly."

"Of course, I will try to make the things you asked me to make later. I will use my own materials and will not need to get them from you. What do you think?"

"Hmph... It seems you're quite confident in your medical skills, huh?"

Alice looked at Orn with great interest, and then said, "However, according to my own database, 86.732% of people who say such things are lying."

"If you're also this kind of person, then this figure will rise to 86.736%!"

Orn's eye twitched; he had a feeling that this little girl in front of him had a strange aggression towards him.

But considering that the other person was a patient, he held back and calmly said, "Although I'm not sure I can cure you, I can at least prevent your condition from worsening."

"I'll just say it here: if I don't do it, you can use it to slap me in the face anytime."

This time, Alice didn't maintain her lazy demeanor. Instead, she sat up straight and studied Orn for a while.

“That’s interesting. Well then, give it a try and see if there’s any hope for my leg. Use your own methods.”

As she spoke, she moved from the bed to the sliding chair next to her, then pointed to her left leg.

Orn stepped forward. In the indoor temperature of 16°C, Alice was wearing a pair of black nylon stockings.

It's actually a bit difficult to diagnose through such a thick layer of material; it would be best to have her remove it...

But that wasn't the point. When Orn reached out to touch the other's left leg, a very familiar feeling suddenly welled up inside him.

The sensation lingered, starting from the tendons of his calf and extending deep into his bones and marrow; it felt as if he could utterly crush that fragile left leg with a single grasp.

This doesn't feel like holding a human body; it feels like holding metal!

Orn looked up in surprise, frowning as he asked, "You...you didn't implant something in your foot, did you?!"

Alice was taken aback for a moment, then laughed excitedly, "Oh my, it seems you really can't judge a book by its cover!"

“I did add something, something that saved me, saved me after I lost my left leg in that Japanese derby.”

"In the crowd at the third bend, a sharp pain in my tendon caused by superficial ligamentitis caused me to lose my footing and fall onto the grass at 65 kilometers per hour, causing a minor stampede,"

"If other female horses encountered this situation, they would probably only suffer a broken left leg,"

“But I’m different; my legs are too fragile, their texture is too delicate,”

"The hospital's assessment report states it's a comminuted fracture with extensive damage to the bone and soft tissue, making surgical recovery impossible; the best treatment is amputation,"

"If surgery is performed against our will, it may actually worsen the infection of the wound."

"Hmph... amputation..."

Alice gave a cold laugh and continued, "Of course I wouldn't let them do that, so I used my own method to glue the bone fragments back together."

"Although I still can't use my left leg again, at least... I saved it, and I preserved the possibility of continuing to walk on two legs."

She looked up and said softly, "Now, do you still think you can cure my leg?"

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Chapter 235 Pioneer

At this point, Alice suddenly burst into a somewhat neurotic laugh.

She leaned down to look at Orn, and said with considerable curiosity, "But you're still the first guy who could tell I had a foreign object in my left leg without even touching it. It seems you weren't just bragging when you were at the tea shop."

"Hmph, I'm actually quite interested in the blacksmithing techniques you've been talking about! Are you really just training newbies?"

"Let's not talk about treatment for now. The most important thing you need to solve right now isn't whether or not you get metal work done, but getting that thing removed from your leg."

Orn crouched on the ground, reaching out to sense the metal fragments that had seeped deep into the other's body, and deduced, "Is this a nickel-titanium alloy? Or a cobalt-chromium alloy? No... it feels more like some kind of fluid metal?"

"You used this metal to glue the shattered bone pieces back together?! Which hospital doctor would dare to perform this kind of surgery... Wait a minute!"

Orn looked up at the girl in the wheelchair, a flicker of surprise crossing his face.