I was a lord farming, how did I become an emperor?

Chapter 128 Seaweed Magic Ore
Rhodes took the time to absorb the energy from the other two Life Gems.

This time, Rhodes's vitality increased by 28%.

The estimated life expectancy has increased by fourteen years.

Rhodes calculated that this skill, combined with the natural lifespan boosted by the gem, had reached twenty-nine years.

That way, even if he was originally only supposed to live to be in his sixties, his lifespan would reach ninety years.

Rhodes felt he needed to collect more extraordinary gems.

Even if you don't improve your strength, improving your lifespan is still very good.

No one wants to die, especially when they are in a high position.

With his lifespan extended, Rhodes had ample time to build his own territory.

"If I can really live to be over a hundred years old, I might have a chance to unify the Northern Wasteland and become the King of the Wasteland or something."

Rod couldn't help but have a little dream in his mind.

While waiting for news from the Dawn Society, Rhodes had some free time.

As winter gets colder, the progress of many projects inevitably slows down, and the bricks can no longer be fired.

Fortunately, the blacksmith shop was not significantly affected, except for the water-powered forging hammer.

Everyone is now busy forging the sword blanks made in the fall and stringing them together with chainmail.

Once Waller and the others return, the windmills will be built and their efficiency will improve further.

Rhodes personally went to the blacksmith's shop with a harpoon he had obtained from the ruins.

Both the hammer and the spiked club retrieved from the ruins are usable.

In particular, savages preferred this weapon over a traditional longsword.

But harpoons were different; they were too heavy for the savages.

The spear was made of wood, with only the metal spearhead at the front.

The harpoon was too heavy and not suitable for the savages to launch.

Rhodes placed the harpoon on the table and instructed Hammer to gather all the blacksmiths.

Rhodes' blacksmith shop has more than 30 employees, but there are currently 11 blacksmiths and blacksmith apprentices who can participate in blacksmithing. The rest are all newcomers who are just helping out.

Only five blacksmiths were qualified to stand before Rhodes and observe the harpoons.

Does anyone here recognize this?

Rod raised the harpoon, his brow furrowed slightly.
"These were picked up from the sea. They don't seem to be affected by salt water corrosion, and they even have these patterns on them, see?"

"It looks like an enchanted weapon, but it's also very irregular and strange."

Rod pointed out, "It's been around for a long time, without a single problem, not even rust."

The blacksmiths were captivated by Rod's description.

Five blacksmiths gathered around the harpoon, examining it closely; some even pressed their faces against it to scrutinize it.

Blacksmiths are naturally interested in metals they have never worked with before.

More importantly, no one dared to neglect the lord's personal request.

They had never seen anything like it before.

After reading it, everyone couldn't help but shake their heads.

Only one blacksmith stood there, his arms crossed over his chest, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

"My lord, this looks like Seaweed Magic Iron."

"A blacksmith said cautiously."

The unfamiliar and tongue-twisting words made Rod frown.
What are you talking about?

The blacksmith, questioned by Rhodes, was a little timid and hesitated for a moment before stammering and not daring to answer.

Rod reached out to comfort her, "Don't be afraid, continue."

"Seaweed Magic Iron, a special metal found in the deep sea."

The blacksmith nodded and mustered his courage to answer, "This is what my master taught me."

He said that the weapons used by the sea creatures were made from this kind of sea-patterned magic iron.

"The patterns on this have nothing to do with magic; they formed naturally after forging." "This is a very special material, extremely hard, and resistant to seawater corrosion."

"and,"

The blacksmith lowered his voice and said, "It's said to be able to transmit and resist magic, which is very precious."

Rhodes' eyes lit up.

So how could this harpoon withstand the finely forged edge of the Gungle battle axe?
"You mean you can forge?"

Rhodes' voice was filled with anticipation.

“I, I… can try, but my master said that its forging must be done by quenching in seawater.”

The blacksmith's fingers gently traced the patterns on the harpoon.
"But I'm not sure either, my lord."

"seawater?"

Rhodes found it somewhat unbelievable.

Under normal circumstances, seawater quenching will cause many problems. For example, seawater contains salt, and the metal surface is easily corroded and rusted after quenching.

However, this sea-patterned magic iron was beyond Rhodes's own imagination, and the special forging method was quite normal.

"But I don't have seawater, would salt water work?"

Rod frowned and asked thoughtfully.

“I don’t know, my lord, but I can give it a try.”

The blacksmith answered honestly.
"My master said that after this material is forged, it's like a coating, allowing the magic of the sea creatures to flow within it—it's truly magical."

"Alright, then I'll leave this to you. Forge it into a standard longsword."

Rhodes nodded in agreement, but then a question suddenly occurred to him.
"How do they forge these weapons in the sea? After all, there are furnaces in the sea?"

The blacksmith carefully explained, “They will cooperate with some people on the shore. My master said that they will capture some blacksmiths and keep them on the island to forge weapons for them.”

Legend has it that the sea creatures also have specialized blacksmiths, known as sea turtle scholars.

“My master said that all the knowledge he has is what his ancestors learned from scholars who studied abroad.”

Rhodes nodded with some skepticism, but decided to give the blacksmith a chance to try.
"What's your name?"

“My name is Bedor, my lord,” the blacksmith replied, bowing his head.

Rhodes vaguely remembered that this blacksmith seemed to be part of Baron Harlan's compensation payment.

“Very good. As long as you do this well, I can grant you one wish.”

Rod promised generously, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Beethoven's eyes lit up.
"My lord, I want to go home. My home is in the Western Alliance. Can you send me back?"

"Except for this one."

Rhodes shook his head, his tone resolute.

Bedor's shoulders slumped slightly, but he quickly raised his head again.

"Could you help me bring my family here? My father and sister!"

Rod thought for a moment, then nodded.
“If you can really finish it, I can do my best to help you send a message to your family, and if they are willing to come, I will arrange for someone to escort them.”

"Yes, my lord!"

Beethoven bowed deeply, his face beaming with smiles.
"I will definitely help you complete it!"

Rhodes nodded, instructed Hamor to send men to assist Bedor, and then left the blacksmith shop.

Now that he has some free time, Rod has begun preparing for next year's events.

Blueprints for the reconstruction of the manor, construction plans and material estimates for the city walls, and land planning for next year...

Next year, Rhodes plans to cultivate more land, not just wheat, but also various vegetables and peas. Ranches and orchards can also be planned as soon as possible.

Rod felt like he had a ton of things to do again.

Snow fell again on the wasteland.

Rhodes received an unexpected message.

(End of this chapter)