Wizard starting from shoeing donkeys

Chapter 169 – 137: Is There Such a Good Thing? (Two in One Big Chapter)

Knight Lloyd, who had originally planned to casually mention the blacksmith shop, couldn’t help but understand what Rein was implying once he said so. He immediately smiled and said, “Perfect, then let’s go take a look together.”

“Rein, Perez and I are very fond of exquisite weapons and armor, yet we are not very familiar with the process of their making.”

As befitting a Knight who also managed the manor, Lloyd had a way with words that felt refreshingly pleasant.

Following behind the trio was Chief Maid Shadia, who had trailed them all the way. At this moment, she finally managed to pull herself back to reality.

Looking at Rein, who was chatting and laughing with the two formal knights, Shadia couldn’t shake off a surreal feeling!

How much time had passed?

Had Rein already stepped into transcendence and become a formal knight?

This pace was on par with Lady Cleya’s!

No, it was even faster than the young lady’s!

Shadia’s gaze once again settled on Rein, as she compared him to the Rein she remembered from before.

He had noticeably grown taller and had become stronger.

Unintentionally, standing beside the towering Knight Lloyd, who was nearly one hundred ninety centimeters tall, Rein didn’t seem much shorter; it seemed his height had already surpassed one hundred eighty centimeters.

Moreover, the glimpses of muscular arms, broad shoulders, and a solid chest that Rein occasionally revealed made him indistinguishable from a grown adult!

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The more she observed, the greater Shadia’s astonishment grew!

Of course, Rein noticed the frequent glances from the Chief Maid behind him.

He knew she must have many questions at the moment, but now was clearly not a good time for a conversation with Shadia.

Rein hadn’t even anticipated that he would bump into Shadia just as he entered the castle.

He had actually been planning to use up the rest of his black kiri oil and then chat with her about his transcendence.

At that moment, under Knight Lloyd’s lead, Rein entered the castle’s blacksmith shop.

Upon entering the blacksmith shop, a wave of heat hit them, and the relentless sound of hammering filled their ears.

Rein quickly glanced around and noticed that there were three blacksmiths crafting weapons, armor, and daily necessities, along with about fifteen or sixteen apprentices and helpers.”

In terms of size, it was three to five times larger than Boris’s shop in Flashgold Town.

In addition, the blacksmith shop had a high ceiling of about six meters, appearing spacious and open, with the most eye-catching feature being a cylindrical structure more than four meters high, similar to a blast furnace.

This caused Rein’s heart to leap with slight joy.

The larger the scale, the more likely it was that he could find the special ores he needed in large quantities.

Rein also spotted an old acquaintance—Blacksmith Baal, who was forging horseshoes.

Seeing Knight Lloyd and Instructor Perez enter,

everyone couldn’t help but look up. Those whose work could be temporarily set aside stopped their tasks, while those who couldn’t slow down, also slowed their hammering pace.

Clearly, as the person in charge of the manor, Knight Lloyd’s authority was held in high regard.

At that moment, a burly man with a full beard put down his work and handed it to a blacksmith apprentice. Rein noticed that he seemed to have been forging a plate armor gauntlet.

“Knight Lloyd, Instructor Perez, what brings you two here?” said the bearded, burly man.

“Snell, the main guest tonight isn’t me, but rather this gentleman, Knight Rein, the deputy of the Flashgold Town guard,” Knight Lloyd said with a smile as he introduced him.

The man named Snell was clearly taken aback, his expression one of surprise.

Clearly, he had not expected the young-faced lad before him to be the guest of honor tonight, and that he had already reached the transcendent level of a knight.

“Rein, this is Snell, who just passed the Imperial Blacksmith Association’s armor-smithing assessment,” Lloyd Knight introduced.

“Lord Rein, greetings! I am Snell,” Snell said with a slight bow.

Armor-smith?

Rein’s eyes lit up upon hearing this.

“Greetings, Lord Snell!”

Daily blacksmiths already held a high status among commoners, but an armor-smith was a step-up profession for blacksmiths.

Generally speaking, after being recognized as a master blacksmith, one’s skills would already be exceptional, but to further advance, one would need to choose a specialized field and delve deep into it, such as armor-smiths, swordsmiths, and so forth.

As an armor-smith, Snell naturally deserved the honorific ‘Lord’ from Rein.

“Snell, then please show us around,” Lloyd said cheerfully.

“As you command, my lord!”

In the meantime, Blacksmith Baal, who had been forging horseshoes, was looking at Rein with a puzzled expression.

The young man’s face reminded him of a boy who had once participated in page training, even sharing the same name!

The only difference was in stature, which was now quite large.

The status was worlds apart as well, one being the son of a farmer and the other, the officer of the Flashgold Town guard.

Looking back, that boy, Rein, had shown quite a talent for trimming hooves and nailing horseshoes.

But recently, he had heard that the boy had ceased to participate in the page training.

Such a shame!

If he had continued, there was a good chance he could have passed the page examination and become an apprentice at the manor’s blacksmith shop.

With this thought, Baal shook his head slightly and focused back on forging the horseshoes.

Soon, Snell led everyone to the area of greatest interest to Rein—the blacksmith shop’s storage room.

“Lord Rein, this here is the storage room. We keep some of the commonly used materials like iron ingots, flux, and special ores,” Snell explained.

The storage room was roughly seventy to eighty square meters large. Upon entering, Rein saw rows of wooden shelves bearing at least a dozen varieties of special ores, the names of which he couldn’t even recall.