CHAPTER 260: CHAPTER 167: FINE ONE-HANDED SWORD (5K)

Upon hearing this, Lex dared not show any negligence, and his expression became serious.

"Yes, sir!"

Lynn nodded slightly, "Go on with your work."

After dismissing Lex, Lynn felt a slight relief.

Alcohol can be used for medical disinfection, as a solvent for medicine, as an anesthetic, and even as a nutritional supplement and psychological comfort!

With alcohol, a hospital can truly perform its functions.

Taking strides.

Lynn quickly arrived at the Blacksmith Workshop.

After personnel redeployment, the current four Blacksmith Workshops now had six hundred Blacksmith Apprentices.

Moreover, to meet the demands of the Blacksmith Workshop, each apprentice was at least of medium build.

Almost every blacksmith could swing a twenty-pound iron hammer.

Lynn aimed to increase the production of the Standard Plate Armor at the Blacksmith Workshop!

Walking past the first three Blacksmith Workshops, where Ehrelo was leading a group of apprentices in rushing the production of Standard Plate Armor.

When Lynn arrived at the last Blacksmith Workshop.

The two hundred newly joined apprentices were gathered in a circle, and the rhythmic sound of heavy metal clashing came from within.

Ding ding ding~

The eyes of these apprentices were wide open, filled with bright light.

Lynn did not disturb them, but walked to the back of the crowd and looked through the people.

In the middle of the crowd.

A particularly strong, muscular figure stood in front of the anvil.

Due to insufficient height, his feet were on a reinforced wooden platform.

His right hand wielded a large iron hammer, and his left used tongs to hold a piece of red-hot iron.

When the hammer descended, striking the iron fiercely, sparks flew around, landing on his body without him paying any heed.

His body was steady as a rock, continuing to hammer blow after blow.

The red-hot iron ore of at least ten pounds was constantly distorted and reshaped under the forging of the hammer.

Piece by piece of dross fell from the surface of the iron.

After swinging the hammer dozens of times continuously, Flint showed no signs of stopping, virtually shaping the rectangular quality iron block into a long strip in one seamless effort.

However.

Flint still did not stop, placing the now-cooled iron block back into the furnace, heating it to a glowing red before clamping it out again.

He began the technique of folding and forging.

To further remove impurities from the iron block, refine the grain, and enhance the blade’s resilience.

To everyone, this process appeared repetitive and tedious.

But only through such repetition would the inside of the blade develop fine, layered textures, like a mille-feuille.

Not only aesthetically pleasing, but more importantly, greatly enhancing the sword’s performance.

Hardness, toughness, sharpness, balance, durability, etc.

None can be neglected.

In Flint’s continuous folding and hammering, the surrounding Blacksmith Apprentices dared not utter a word.

Standing at a distance observing, fearing to disturb Master Flint’s forging process.

Some slightly daydreaming apprentices were startled upon noticing Lynn at the outermost part of the circle.

However, after Lynn’s gaze swept over them, they maintained their standing positions.

Flint’s forging continued.

Gradually, the blade’s silhouette of a Longsword emerged in Flint’s hand.

He switched the large iron hammer in his right hand for a smaller ten-pound hammer.

Flint began refining the details of the blade.

From the sharpness of the tip to the curvature of the edge, it all needed to meet ergonomic and combat demands.

So whether thrusting or slashing, the Longsword could be wielded with ease!

This process naturally included quenching and tempering the blade.

A short while later.

A rough-bodied sword was forged by Flint!

Amid the amazed stares of all, he picked up a coarse sandstone to remove the oxidation layer and rough spots from the forging and quenching.

He then switched to fine sandstone and leather for further polishing.

The polishing of the blade itself was a lengthy task, needing meticulous grinding until the blade glistened like a mirror.

Only then did Flint pause.

His gaze turned, focusing on a nearby workbench.

There lay a black sword hilt and scabbard already completed!

Flint jumped down from the platform, grabbed the hilt and scabbard from the workbench, and returned to the anvil to begin fitting the hilt!

Click!

With the sound of metal slotting, the finished blade and hilt were assembled.

Flint’s thick brows visibly raised.

He swung it a few times on his own, a smile appearing at the corner of his lips, "Quite an excellent sword!"

Swoosh~

With a movement of his hand, Flint sheathed the Longsword.

The friction between the blade and the scabbard produced a pleasant sound.

Having completed all this, Flint looked at the array of apprentices surrounding him.

But before Flint could speak, a clear clapping sound suddenly arose from the crowd.

The next moment.

A prolonged series of applause echoed throughout the Blacksmith Workshop.

Seeing the faces full of admiration and praise, a subtle confidence rose in Flint’s heart.

This manner of tribute was something he had never experienced.

Flint’s gaze quickly found the figure who started the applause.

Upon realizing it was Lynn, Flint’s brows rose again.

Holding the Longsword, he walked forward.

The surrounding apprentices made way, forming a path.

Flint approached Lynn, handing over the Longsword, "Lord, this is the weapon I promised to craft for you."

"As for the Armor, it will take a few more days!"

Lynn nodded slightly, reaching out to accept it, and began examining it closely.

[Fine One-Handed Sword]: Forged by Dwarf Master Blacksmith Flint, it is hard and sharp, aesthetically pleasing, and suitable for combat and defense.

This sword is not particularly heavy, weighing about four or five pounds with the scabbard.

The scabbard is made of thin wood, with the edges wrapped in a layer of embossed iron, enhancing its strength and durability.

The mouth of the scabbard has an iron collar to prevent cracking when sheathing the blade.

At the end of the scabbard is an iron square-shaped pommel.

Not only does it enhance appearance, but it also serves as protection.

The hilt is roughly twenty centimeters long.

The pommel is crown-shaped with engraved decorative patterns.

The grip is engraved with circles of grooves for easier handling, allowing fingers to grip it securely, increasing friction to prevent slipping.

The guard at the front displays a cross-like angular structure with peculiar engravings.

Complex yet giving off a solemn air!

After a glance, Lynn raised his right hand with the grip, unsheathing the Longsword in an instant.

The silver-gray blade caught Lynn’s eye immediately.