Three Good Salary Kings Stand on the Ark

With a grin, Lapland waved his hand, the leather jacket made a dashing arc, and went to the training ground.

————Rapp is training with one heart————

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Ash was walking in the passage alone, the lights around him were dim, and the rooms on both sides were dead, and there was no trace of people living there.

The footsteps of Ashes alone echoed in the empty passage.

After confirming that the route he took was not wrong, Ashes could only sigh with emotion.

Is it true that blacksmiths of any era like to find a small corner where no one is there to huddle and forge iron?

Thinking about it, Ashes has already reached its destination.

The sign above his head indicated his destination, and the door in front of him was also different from the surrounding paintings. It was thick and solid, and a sturdy feeling came over him.

Knocked on the door, a dull voice echoed in the empty corridor, and there was no response, but Ashes was not in a hurry, just waiting.

After a while, a response came from the door.

"Please come in."

Ashes was slightly surprised. It was a female voice, clear and cold, with no ups and downs.

Pushing the door and entering, a woman in black and white clothes with a hood on her head was sitting at the desk and writing something.

With neat short hair and pale red eyes with no waves, at first glance, it gives the impression that she is the kind of authentic mouthless girl.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting so long."

After writing the last stroke, she straightened up and apologized to Ashes.

"My name is Vulcan, I'm a blacksmith from Rhodes Island, who are you?" Miss Vulcan, who has been living in a blacksmith shop, is not well-informed, so she doesn't know Ashes that has become a hot topic in Rhodes Island.

"Ash, I just came to Rhode Island not long ago."

After introducing himself, Ash was about to explain his purpose when he was attracted by Vulcan's legs.

Although Miss Vulcan's left leg is indeed graceful and slender, this is not the focus of Ashes.

The position of her right leg was replaced by jet-black steel with metallic luster, and the right leg of Vulcan, who looked young, was actually a metal prosthesis.

"Do you care?"

"Feel sorry."

"It's no big deal, you know, every craftsman makes some mistakes."

Vulcan's expression remained unchanged, as if he had long accepted this fact.

In the slightly dim blacksmith shop, a huge forging table and furnace were spitting flames, and the volatile light shone on her body, and also reflected the reflections of the fine Originium stones on her face and neck.

Yes, Miss Vulcan is also an infected person. Just from the fact that crystals have spread on the body surface, it must not be too light.

Such suffering was imposed on her body, but her eyes were still as plain as water, and she could not see any emotion.

Once again sighed at the injustice of this land, Ashes expressed his intentions.

"You want to watch me forge and repair weapons?"

"Well, to be honest, I once had a master who was a blacksmith. I hope I can observe it and see if the current technology is different from what I remember."

He used to be a boxing champion...cough, Ashes, the apprentice of blacksmith Andrei, learned a good boxing technique, but he didn't know how to strike iron. Incomplete.

But scolded, Andre was still very happy when he strengthened his weapons for Ashes. Every master would be happy about the fact that his apprentice must rely on himself?

"Um... OK, but please keep quiet."

Miss Vulcan hesitated and nodded.She also hopes to get some new ideas from Ashes.

With that, she turned to raise the stove, and the flames rose on the forging table, just as she did every day.

Ash stood behind Vulcan, silently watching the rising flames.

The volatile flames reflected blurred and fragmented light in his dark eyes, illusory and real.

Chapter 3 Keystone, Hello Mighty ([-]k)

The black forging hammer swung up and down, beating continuously, and the sound of steel clashing sounded in this blacksmith shop.

Looking at Miss Vulcan wielding the forging hammer, Ashes could vaguely see Andre's shadow.

The same is true of Andre in his memory, beating a sword day after day, but he didn't know the name of the sword until the end.

Maybe it wasn't a sword, but some kind of ritual, some blacksmith's ritual.

It was not the sword billet that was beaten, but the ancient and pious soul.

[Bringing charcoal fire, I made the blacksmith who made suitable instruments; I made the one who killed people and destroyed them]

"when--"

With the last hammer falling, the damaged and twisted weapon was straightened, Miss Vulcan adjusted her breath and put away the forging hammer.

Blacksmiths don't just forge, they can also repair damaged equipment. Once when the weapon in Ash's hand was on the verge of being damaged, he would always keep it and give it to Andre to repair it when he returned to the sacrificial ground. .

Despite the convenience of repairing light powder and repairing weapons, he stubbornly did so.

He always felt that something was missing from the weapon repaired by the repairing powder. The appearance was back to good condition, but there was something inside that couldn't be changed back. That was something that needed a blacksmith's emotional forging to restore it.

As Andre has always said, a weapon is a comrade-in-arms, and if it is forged well, it will never betray you.

"How? Do you feel any difference?" Vulcan asked Ashes.

"It can be felt that despite the different methods, the core has not changed."

Ash replied like this, and the way Miss Vulcan wielded a forging hammer seemed to overlap with Andre's. In today's era, traditional blacksmiths who can't keep up with the times have been eliminated.

The scene of sweating by the fire is long gone, and developed industrial machinery can make weapons more efficiently and stably.But can people who rely solely on machinery and abandon forging really deserve the term blacksmith?

"Miss Vulcan, you are a real blacksmith."

"Thank you. I appreciate the compliment."

Vulcan answered lightly, maybe this is something that is not worth mentioning to her.

"But speaking of it, can I ask how to strengthen the equipment now?"

"Roughly, use more powerful materials to increase the strength, increase the source stone part to improve the circulation of the source stone technique, or simply add a spell casting unit, what's wrong?"

"Well... this is a bit different from what I knew before."

This statement was true. For Ashes, the only way to strengthen weapons was to find keystone fragments for strengthening weapons, and then hand them over to Andre to obtain more powerful weapons.

Vulcan was also aroused by Ash's words, and she was very interested in the alternative methods of strengthening weapons that were revealed from his words.

"Can you tell me if you don't mind? If you mind, forget it."

"No, it's nothing to worry about, it's just that it would be...weird? Or incomprehensible?"

As for why the keystone can strengthen the weapon, Ashes couldn't figure out the joints in it. That's not something he should care about. He just needs to know whether the weapon is good or not.

Reaching out his hand, as the fire powder fluttered, a keystone fragment appeared in Ash's hand.

It is said that the keystone fragments are flakes peeled from the original disk possessed by the gods, and embedded in it strengthens the weapon.

"Well, this is?" Vulcan was slightly shocked by Ash's ability, and then looked at what was in his hand.

It just looks like an ordinary stone with some strange patterns on it, and it can be seen that it should be a broken part of some item.

"It's a keystone fragment that can be embedded to strengthen the weapon."

"..."

"Don't be so suspicious, it does have such ability, although I don't know the reason."

Ash could only answer Vulcan's suspicious look like this. If he really wanted to ask about the principle of the keystone, he would have to ask Andre to find out.

"If it's true, then it's something incredible, completely subverting tradition."

"Well, this is useless in my hands anyway, just give it to Miss Vulcan." Ash handed the keystone fragment to Vulcan and said.

"If only it could help you."

"...I took it."

Vulcan stared at the inconspicuous keystone shard in his hand, as if trying to see through its secrets.

After handing the keystone to Vulcan, Ashes had nothing to do, and told Miss Vulcan about Lapland's knife, and after getting an answer, Ashes left.

It is a worthwhile trip to meet such a blacksmith who can still abide by traditions and never forget her original intentions.

Ashes wandered aimlessly in Rhodes Island again. He actually enjoyed the feeling. He used to stare straight at the finish line, walking non-stop.

Now he can wander leisurely, it doesn't matter if there is no goal, wherever he goes.

When I came to the training ground, I saw Lapland, who was practicing slash, and Ifrit who set fire everywhere.

Since coming to Rhodes Island, Ifrit seems to have been liberated from his nature, showing the essence of a bear child, causing a lot of trouble for Homer, and sometimes rubbing his butt and running to Ashes , Although Homer is a researcher, he doesn't hold back when spanking Ifrit.

Looking at Ifrit, who was using the Originium technique and seemed very happy, Ash squinted her eyes, and her vision went deep into her soul again.

The fire of the soul that belongs to Ifrit is burning vigorously. It seems that coming to Rhodes Island after leaving the Rhine life really makes her feel free.

And the scarlet-red soul that belonged to the Flame Demon was sluggish and half-dead. It seemed that Ashes gave it a lot of hard work at that time.

However, although he was half-dead, the soul of the Balrog still had some fluctuations, and it seemed that he was about to wake up from a coma.

Ashes also took this matter to heart, and sooner or later the problem of the Flame Demon will be solved, it just depends on what method to use.

To be persuaded or to be beaten, it has only these two options.

Miserable, Flamingo, miserable.

The high sun went down and the moon rose.The quiet night sky shrouded the earth, and the weather was fine today, without those gloomy and heavy Originium clouds.

Ash was fiddling with something in his room at this time, it was a feather with brown stripes.

This was given to him by Homer as a reward for saving Ifrit from the Balrog, for saving everyone from the Chaos Hotbed, and for leading them to find a place to live.

The inarticulate Riboli researchers entrusted their emotions by gifting their own feathers.This feather Ifrit and Seria also have one.

Just as Ash was wondering whether to make this feather into any decoration, there was a knock on the door of his room.

The very urgent knocks on the door were connected in a line, and I could feel the urgency of the guests.

Ashes, who had sensed the arrival, put away his feathers and got up to open the door. The person standing outside the door was Miss Vulcan who had said goodbye to Ashes earlier.