The weapons I forge are absolutely flawless.

“Of course!” Vilik pointed to his meticulously forged secondary armor, his face full of confidence. “Putting aside everything else, could a soft, weak weapon like a sword possibly break through my cold iron armor?”

"You're very confident in the armor you forged, aren't you?" Viner asked again to confirm.

Verick did not answer directly, but his raised eyebrows and confident expression were enough to show his attitude.

As the most outstanding young blacksmith in Xuelu Valley, he has great confidence in his work.

Not to mention that this armor was forged by him in excellent condition, and it is already 80% of his father's level.

Since this Wiener was an outsider and looked younger than him, Verick naturally wouldn't easily be convinced.

“Felix,” Viner called softly.

Felix, who had been somewhat impatient since Veric had belittled Adramura, swung his sword instantly upon receiving instructions.

A purple sword light flashed, and Vilik's prized armor shattered into pieces, scattering across the table.

Everyone was surprised to find that the handsome young man following behind Vina, who looked so natural, was actually a hidden master swordsman.

"this..."

Verick was stunned. His confidence was replaced by astonishment. He opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

"The Demon Blade Thousand Blades, please enlighten me."

Vena pointed to the magic sword that had merged into one in Felix's hand and gestured for Veric to join her.

How could Verick possibly admit that he hadn't even seen how his opponent drew his sword?

"...This is the sword you forged?"

Kaufman was the first to recover from his shock, his gaze fixed intently on the Demon Blade Thousand Blades in Felix's hand.

“Exactly.” Wiener nodded.

He had already realized that these craftsmen might be highly skilled at handling cold iron, but once they left this special material, their skills seemed to be completely exposed.

In terms of forging skills alone, these people are probably no match for Sagozi, who is still holed up in Lumiel Village.

If they are simply relying on special materials like cold iron to improve the quality of their weapons, then forging spearheads is indeed much simpler than forging swords.

Wiener reached out and pushed Vilik, whose mouth was still open, away from the workbench.

“Craftsmen may have their own preferences, but equipment should not be ranked in terms of quality.”

"The final product still depends on the materials and the effort the craftsman puts in."

He then lit the fire, and the roaring flames reflected in Vina's eyes.

He swept all the fragments of the armor into the furnace.

He tapped the fire tongs and scraper a few times and began using them as if he had been familiar with them for years.

Wiener knew that these craftsmen would obey his orders out of respect for the count.

However, gaining genuine respect and obedience from these artisans cannot be achieved simply by issuing a command.

We need to show some real skill.

As Wiener skillfully maneuvered, Veric's mouth not only failed to close, but even began to dislocate.

Before this, even if you beat him to death, he would never have believed that anyone could make the forging process as smooth as a chef cooking.

Wiener simply shoveled the remaining scraps from the workbench into the furnace, then used tongs to lift the material from the furnace into the air, controlling the heat of the material with acrobatic techniques.

The Demon Blade Thousand Blades was so sharp that, under Felix's control, it shaved the armor so cleanly that it was as smooth as a mirror, greatly reducing the difficulty of the repair.

But since Wiener had taken action, he wouldn't be satisfied with just simple repairs.

All the craftsmen spontaneously gathered around.

Their gazes were fixed on Viner's hands, their initial doubt turning into curiosity, and finally into amazement.

The skill that Wiener displayed completely exceeded their expectations.

Even after Wiener completed the final step, the artisans remained immersed in the lingering awe and wonder.

"When the day comes that the weapon you forge can pierce through this armor, then you can be considered a monk."

Wiener smiled at Vilik.

Shining brightly, like a phoenix rising from the ashes, it lay quietly on the armor rack.

Chapter 413 Seed

Even if there are differences in skill levels among craftsmen, it doesn't mean they don't know how to appreciate quality.

Before this, they had only considered following Wiener's instructions as the Count's task.

After witnessing firsthand the incredible skill demonstrated by Wiener, their eyes even gleamed with fervor.

"Master Wiener, I have a piece of my work here that I would like to ask you for some pointers on."

"Master, why don't you take a look at mine first?"

Wiener, however, poured cold water on the enthusiastic craftsmen: "Gentlemen, have we forgotten something important?"

The craftsmen looked at each other, speechless for a moment.

"Of course, if we can complete the equipment as planned ahead of schedule, I would be happy to take the extra time to exchange skills with you all."

Wiener's words rekindled the artisans' hope.

"What are we waiting for! Let's get started!"

Half of the craftsmen couldn't wait to roll up their sleeves, while the rest quickly grabbed a good spot, afraid of missing any detail.

"Let's assign tasks first..."

Venere took out the blueprints from the ring and unfolded them in front of everyone.

This is a new blueprint he meticulously designed over half a night after realizing the limitations of the Demon-Seeking Compass.

Taking into account the varying skill levels of the artisans, he specifically divided the blueprints into several parts according to the difficulty of operation, ensuring that everyone could make the best use of their skills.

As long as there is one person in charge, there will be no mistakes.

"Can I leave the rest to you, Master Kaufman?"

After explaining it carefully, Wiener looked at Koffmann.

"If that's all, there shouldn't be any problem."

While some people may not have fully understood the blueprints, Koffman had already digested them.

In terms of forging techniques, he was indeed far ahead of others.

"Then I'll leave it to you."

Wiener patted Koffman on the shoulder.

Despite being entrusted with such a heavy responsibility by a young man younger than his own son, Kaufman felt as if he had been entrusted with some important mission.

"Then, Master, what are you?"

Seeing that Wiener didn't seem to intend to get involved, Kaufman couldn't help but ask curiously.

"I have other things to do too,"

Viner smiled slightly and followed Jegan toward the independent forging room on the side.

He turned around and left a message: "Remember to call me when you're done."

“Master Viner, this is the forging room that Young Master Sigurd has prepared for you.”

Jegan opened the door to the forge for Wiener.

“Why do you call me that, Mr. Jegan?” Wiener couldn’t help but smile wryly. “Sigurd and I became classmates after a fight, so you are my elder. Just call me Wiener.”

Even with Jegan's composure, he was stunned for a moment when he heard Wiener's words, "We became friends after a fight."

If the saying "no fight, no friendship" refers to someone being beaten half to death, then Rufry and the Frostfire Demon must be sworn brothers.

Jaggan had watched Sigurd grow up from a young age. He sent the perfectly healthy child to the academy, but the child came back as a half-crippled person. It would be a lie to say that he didn't feel sorry for him.

But I heard that it was only with the help of Wiener that the mastermind behind Sigurd's framing was finally exposed.

Furthermore, Sigurd matured considerably after this setback, which complicated Jegan's feelings towards Viner.

“Then I’ll follow Sigurd’s lead and call you Viner,” Jegan sighed softly. “Do you need any other materials?”

“If it were official business using materials provided by the Lafner family, that would be fine, but since this is just for private forging, how could I possibly trouble you? I’ve prepared all the materials myself,” Viner replied.

"Alright, I wish you all the best."

To prevent Wiener from being disturbed from the outside, Jegan gently closed the door.

Just as the last crack in the door was about to close, Venere suddenly pushed it open again.

"I've thought about it. If we have extra black gold cold iron, it wouldn't be a problem."

Jegan: "......"

He roughly understood how Sigurd's temperament had been cultivated.

If Wiener had proposed other materials, it would be difficult to guarantee anything. But if he only needed cold iron, don't forget where you are.

Jegan simply told Kaufman, and someone immediately brought the materials over.

“Master Viner.” Saying the word “Master” again, Veric was now completely convinced. “Do you think these two pieces are enough? If not, I’ll go find some more for you.”

“That’s enough,” Viner said, weighing the pieces in his hand. “These two pieces of black gold are probably yours, aren’t they? Why give them to me instead of keeping them for your own forging?”

"Now I understand that with my current skill level, using such good material is a complete waste. It would be better to give it to you to use," Verick said with a wry smile.

"Well... I won't take it from you for nothing. Consider these two pieces of black gold cold iron as your tuition fee. During my time in Snowdrift Valley, you can ask me anything you don't understand."

"Is the master's words true?" Verick was overjoyed.

"Zhenzhenzhen, go and do your own thing first."

Wiener waved his hand, preparing to close the door.

Verick, however, peered through the crack in the door and asked curiously, "I wonder what the master plans to make with these two pieces of material?"

“My involvement is naturally in forging swords.” A glint of light flashed in Vina’s eyes.

He only intended to teach Verick sword forging when he had time to provide guidance later.

This can also be considered as leaving a seed for Xuelu Valley.

Don't make it seem like the Laffner family has descendants who are interested in swords, but they are forced to give up because the armory only has guns.

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"...Should we just forge the gun instead?"

Having determined that the enemy was most likely an apostle of the Frostfire Demon, it was natural to think of forging a weapon in advance that could counter it.

If the inherited characteristic is the "Flame" half, then Amra can be used as a counter.

If they inherit the "Frost" element, then they could really be a headache in this icy, snowy home ground.

Wiener originally wanted to forge a sword with fire attributes.

But who could blame them when the two pieces of material that Vilik brought were used to forge a sword? One piece wasn't enough, and two pieces were too many.

This put Wiener, who disliked wasting materials, in a very difficult position.

Wiener seemed to see two little figures in his mind.

"Even blacksmiths have to adapt to local customs. You've come to Snowfall Valley, so it's perfectly reasonable for you to forge a spear, isn't it?"

The little figure, symbolizing the demonic side, kept whispering.

The little angel, bearing Felix's beautiful face, remained silent, only looking at Venus with tearful eyes, tormenting his heart.

That expression seemed to be asking, "Vina, do you not want me anymore?"

"Isn't that a foul?!"

Wiener suddenly waved his hand, sweeping away both illusions in front of him.

Then I took a deep breath and got into the zone.