Goblin Heavy Dependence

Chapter 105 Scrap
"Ding!"

The metal forging hammer refracted the flames and whistled as it slammed down onto the anvil.

Sparks fly.

The reddish iron embryo with smoke rising under the high temperature is compressed and deformed by the violent collision. The originally loose internal structure gradually becomes strong and tough with the regular and powerful strikes of the forging hammer.

"stop!"

A voice filled with dissatisfaction suddenly rang out in the room.

The "dwarf" Barn, who was muscular, strong and sturdy, and looked twice as tall and strong as the average bugbear, was standing nearby.

With his arms wrapped around his chest, veins bulge out from beneath his skin, and his naturally bulging arm muscles colliding and squeezing against his firm chest muscles, one can feel the power contained therein just through the visual level.

His brows were furrowed, and his face had a serious expression that most adventurers who had visited "Rock Hammer" had never seen before.

"wrong again!"

"I've told you so many times, pay attention to the rhythm! Feel the movement of the steel carefully!"

"You must keep your breathing in order!"

In front of him was a young man who looked somewhat similar to him, but with obviously softer facial features.

He put down the forging hammer in his hand, lowered his head slightly, and faced his father's teachings without saying a word.

"In our line of work, we must be attentive, attentive, and attentive again!"

“We must control the quality and make everything perfect.”

There was a hint of disappointment in Barn's tone. He gripped the handle of the pliers and immersed the still molten red iron embryo on the anvil into the water.

Cool down quickly.

Then throw it into the scrap heap nearby.

"Every second of distraction during the forging process is disrespectful to the Soul Forger."

"Every mistake will cost a life that should have been saved."

"Any perfunctory or careless work may result in us being kicked out of our house and even begging on the street to be despised by others."

"you……"

The scolding came down like a rainstorm.

Behind me, I heard the sound of a shop door being pushed open, and vaguely I could hear a customer's puzzled greeting.

Baines' chest heaved, and the emotions brewing in his heart made him breathe heavily unconsciously.

"Keep going, don't stop!"

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the front hall of the blacksmith shop.

The depressing atmosphere in the air gradually dissipated as the heavy rain stopped.

After a long time, a barely perceptible sigh was heard, breaking the silence in the room.

"Ding!"

The crisp sound of the forging hammer hitting the target rang out regularly again.

……

……

Standing at the counter of Rock Hammer's blacksmith shop.

Xia Nan looked at Barn, who had just walked out of the inner room with hurried steps in front of him.

I couldn't help but feel puzzled.

The owner of the "Fairy Wind" store just now was the same. Why didn't anyone check the store?

Is today a special day?
"Sorry, sorry." The high temperature during forging left sweat on Barn's rough face, and the smile on his face was not as natural as before.

Xia Nan didn't ask any further questions.

He just handed over the two pieces of armor that he had already taken off to the other party.

"Take a look, can it be fixed?"

The outermost layer of light plate armor worn by Ingram, the former sheriff of Caranfor, and the chain mail shirt he bought in the store for 50 gold.

In the battle with the thorn demon, he was pierced by the flaming bone spurs shot by the opponent.

Fortunately, the double layer of armor greatly reduced the power of the bone spurs, greatly reducing the actual injuries he suffered. Otherwise, even if he had half a bottle of healing potion left, it would have been difficult for him to recover his combat power so quickly, and then completely master the combat skills and kill the thorn demon.

Armor is the second life of an adventurer.

Whether it is repaired or scrapped, after returning to River Valley Town, we naturally have to make plans early.

He took the two pieces of armor with both hands.

Baines subconsciously glanced at the black-haired young man in front of him.

His face looked strange.

Don't know what to say either.

The "Rock Hammer" is also widely praised in River Valley Town and is listed in the [Adventurer's Handbook] as a fine blacksmith shop.

There are many adventurers coming and going to choose equipment, and you can see new faces every day.

In this situation, even if Barn had a good memory, it would be difficult for him to match the names in his mind with every face in front of him.

Only some adventurers who have visited here frequently or have obtained professional levels are remembered.

Normally, he would at most be somewhat familiar with the black-haired young man in front of the counter, but he would not be able to call out his name.

But just now, even before he spoke, when the other person's face with sharp features appeared in his sight.

Almost instantly, Barn recognized the other person.

"Xianan."

As for why...

His eyes swept across the scars on the surfaces of the two pieces of armor in his hands.

He knew very well that adventurers' equipment was replaced very quickly.

The air in the misty forest is filled with high concentrations of magic particles, which accelerates the corruption of ordinary materials. The battles caused by the large number of dangerous monsters in the forest also affect the lifespan of equipment.

The huge market demand is what supports so many blacksmith shops in River Valley Town.

But even so, Xia Nan's speed in changing equipment is really outrageous.

Through the details and signs of use on various parts of the armor, it is obvious how many battles it has experienced.

Once? Twice?

No more than three times!

This means that after every mission, the vehicle needs to be overhauled or even scrapped and replaced.

To a certain extent, the joke he had once played with Xia Nan actually turned out to be feasible.

"I'll have to buy a new one when I come back anyway, so I'd better save some energy and not have to do maintenance. I can just replace it with a new one when the mission is over."

On the other hand, what is even more surprising is that.

Armor, if it's broken, it's broken.

But the damage is different each time.

The leather armor he bought when he first came to the blacksmith shop looked like it had been run over by a forest elephant, and the lining inside was almost broken into pieces. It now lay in the scrap pile in his back room;
The chain mail shirt at the back looked like it had been put in a fire for several rounds, and even the buckles inside the coat had melted, so he had to swing his hammer for a long time before he could fix it;
Now, for the third time, after the blunt force and fire damage, it turned into penetrating damage.

I don’t know if this guy is lucky or he really has something.

Through the hole in the two layers of armor, he could see the pedestrians across the street, and he could still stand safely in front of him.

"He's not a professional. Most adventurers just kill goblins and catch some gray-haired rats. How could he have so many weird scars?"

Barn muttered in his heart, but his careful and attentive eyes scanned the two pieces of armor countless times.

Compared to earning a dozen more gold coins, word of mouth is undoubtedly more important.

Without any intention of hiding anything, he gave Xia Nan his own judgment:
"The chain shirt was overhauled once before. Although its defensive capabilities were not weakened too much, its durability was greatly reduced."

"This time he suffered a penetrating wound... I suggest scrapping him."

"This piece of light plate armor is fine. Although it also has a big hole in it, the internal structure is barely intact."

"It can be repaired, but it will cost a lot of gold coins, and there is no guarantee of the defensive strength after the repair."

"Well, what do you think?"

(End of this chapter)