Abe the Wizard

Master Bentham walked up to Abel, picked up a 30-pound hammer from the tool bench, threw it into the stove, and looked at Abel and said, “You're the most gifted child I've ever seen, and I'll do it only once, depending on how much you can learn. ”

Remove the burning rough blank from the furnace, Master Bentham placed the rough blank on the anvil, lifted the hammer high, carefully observed the rough blank, then dropped again, each hit was slow, but each hit was very heavy, the force of the strike made the gigantic workbench some beat.

“After being hammered to 80 exercises, the rough blank is already very hard. Forced knocking will not only not work as a forge, but will also destroy the internal structure of the rough blank. So after 80 exercises, replace the large hammer. Each hit will hit the rough structural pattern. Look carefully, you are very powerful, as long as you are able to master this skill carefully. There is no problem.” Master Bentham was knocking on the rough and guiding Abel.

Abel's purple eyes stared closely at the coarse blank. On the point of the Master's hammer, he could see some subtle stripes. On the coarse blank in dark red, it was hard to spot, but the Master hit the stripe every time, and every strike changed the shape of the coarse blank, and the next strike had to be re-searched.

Master Bentham threw the eighty-one rough blank into the stove, and the thirty pound iron hammer in his hand went into Abel's hand and said, "Try it. ”

Abel took the hammer and clamped the reddish coarse blank out of the stove with a pair of iron pliers, eyes on the coarse blank, where is the stripe, where is it? And I thought to myself, "Abel's attention is getting focused, everything around him is disappearing, and the whole world is left with only the crude in front of him, and the crude is getting bigger and bigger in Abel's eyes, and every tiniest mark on the crude is reflected in his brain, and here you are.

Thirty pounds of iron hammer heavily hit the coarse blank, the loud noise didn't affect Abel, the coarse blank in front of him was shaped by this blow, where are you? Ha ha, there you are, there you are. Another hammer smashed down.

At this point, Abel is like finding a novel toy, finding a stripe, then hitting it with an iron hammer, and finding a new, then smashing, huge sound, not slower than Master Bentham just now.

Master Bentham was already stunned, and the child in front of him had begun to make him jealous, yes, making a master jealous of a child who had just learned to forge for a month.

“It's mental power.” Master Bentham kept shouting, of course he knew what it was like. His teacher, the Dwarf Forge Master, Mr. Robin, was a master of spiritual talent, not like Master Bentham, who was honored as a master by people in nearby cities just for his mastery of forging weapons and armor, while Master Robin was a recognized master of forging across the continent.

Master Bentham followed Master Robin for 10 years, returning home because he lacked the mental skills to learn more sophisticated forging techniques. Master Bentham's success in forging more than 80 rough exercises is due to his own experience of continuous refining, on which he relies to forge 100 rough exercises.

And at the beginning of Master Bentham's studies, Master Robin was using his mental power to find structural traces, so Master Bentham saw Abel's condition at a glance.

Instead of disturbing Abel's forge, Master Bentham turned around quietly and left, and by the time he had left, he had made up his mind that his unsuccessful disciple would be able to help himself.

Abel, caught in this strange state, did not notice Master Bentham's departure, and his rough hands returned to the furnace more and more often over time.

82, 83, 84… 98, 99, 100.

When Abel had just woken up from the state he had just been in when 100 exercises were complete, he felt exhausted, especially mental deprivation, as if he had been emptied of his head, dizzy and vomiting.

The 30-pound hammer on his hand slipped off his hand, dropped on the workbench and made a loud noise, watching his right hand shake constantly. Looking back at what had just happened, Abel seemed to have entered a peculiar state, in which he seemed to rely on instinct to operate, but this state was too burdensome for his body.

I felt my body, and what happened was that Abel found herself with a pile of air piled up next to her pulse, which was so scary.

Without thinking about it, and regardless of how dirty the ground was, he sat on the ground with one butt and did the knight's breathing, and the build-up of air next to the pulse quickly gathered and concentrated towards the fifth pulse.

“What's going on here?” Garden found Abel sitting on the floor, running over and about to lift Abel up.

“Don't touch him.” Master Bentham appeared next to Abel and stopped Garden, staring at him and saying, “Everything is rough. ”

The master looked around and looked at the other apprentices who were about to come and waved them away.

“You tell the Knight Marshall to come here.” Turning back, Master Bentham said to Garden.

“Yes, Master.” Garden stepped out of the blacksmith's shop.

“This took the shit out of Marshall, his adopted son was upgraded again.” Master Bentham was nagging and talking to himself, and since he accepted this disciple, he has been increasingly shocked.

This Abel upgrade to the 5th level cavalier went very smoothly, almost all the qi automatically assembled to the 5th pulse like a command was heard, so it took only half an hour for him to succeed in becoming the 5th level cavalier.

For this upgrade to become a Level 5 trainee knight, Abel didn't really understand that he had just upgraded to Level 2 to become a Level 4 trainee knight. This was only a month later, he didn't take any medication this time. He stood up with a lot of doubts in his mind, and saw Master Bentham standing aside, and everyone else in the blacksmith shop stood far away. As you can see, Master Bentham was protecting him. He couldn't help but be grateful to the master.

“Boom," the door kicked open, a figure rushed in, running and screaming, “What's wrong with Abel? ”

This is the Knight Marshall, whose long blonde hair is now half wet with sweat on his face, partly because of the wind blowing messily behind his head and completely out of the dazzling wind of the week.

Seeing Abel standing there like nobody else, it didn't look like anything was going on. The Marshall Knight shouted, "Garden dared to lie to me too, see if I could teach him a lesson later! ”

“Who's going to teach my disciple?” Master Bentham was unhappy with his face, biting his teeth and looking at the guy in front of him who was stepping on shit luck and scolding people.

“Uncle Marshall, I accidentally upgraded again.” Abel whispered.

“What escalation? I'll talk to Bentham first.” The Horseman of Marshall turned his head towards Master Bentham and was preparing his theory, and suddenly he stopped.

“Wait, you said you were upgraded again?” The Marshall Knight incredibly measured Abel up and down, pushing one hand towards Abel, and Abel's body instinctively flashed a level 5 apprentice knight.

“It doesn't make sense. How can you say upgrade and upgrade? What were you doing?” The Knight Marshall asked Abel.

Abel also thought with some hesitation and said with certainty, "Nothing, just hammering. ”

“Didn't you eat anything? ”

“I had breakfast with you, Chinese because I didn't eat it because I was hammering rough.” Abel also wants to know why, so now there's a question to answer.

“How is that possible? If iron can rise to the rank of knight, I'll come tomorrow to fight iron too.” The Marshall Knight pointed to Master Bentham and said, "If iron can be upgraded, this guy is a warrior long ago. ”

Master Bentham's mustache glanced ironically: "As long as you hit the iron into the realm of enlightenment, of course you can upgrade, or you can try. ”

“Abel, if you don't find another coarse blank, then hit the iron, then you will be the youngest knight in the Principality.” The Knight Marshall has just finished saying that not only did Master Bentham roll his white eyes, but Abel couldn't help but cover his head.