Wizard Farming Guide

Chapter 43 Magic Flame

"Um, are you alright? I'm sorry, my eldest and second eldest sisters are a bit rough around the edges, did they scare you?"

After a chaotic and earth-shattering battle, only one of the three women was still able to stand.

She straightened her clothes, carefully approached Rod, and looked at him gently.

A strong, muscular arm reached out towards Rod.

But seemingly afraid of startling him, she hesitated and froze in mid-air, her face turning bright red with embarrassment.

Rhodes glanced behind her.

The other two women were lying sprawled on the ground, their eyes sparkling.

The nearby birch forest was even more ravaged, with tree stumps and broken branches scattered all over the ground.

Honestly, I think you're the most violent one.

Rhodes thought to himself, but remained silent on the surface.

Although he can understand what the other person is saying to some extent, he cannot learn it immediately.

Using the real-world Northern language would likely expose your problems.

Since the other party has not shown any ill will, maintaining the status quo is more appropriate.

Seeing Rod lower his head and remain silent, the woman's face turned even redder as she gazed at his handsome and elegant male features.

"You'll freeze to death outside. Let me take you to stay in the village."

She gently tugged at Rod's sleeve. "You're lost, aren't you? It's okay. You can stay here as long as you want until your family comes looking for you."

Rhodes didn't notice the malicious intent and, after thinking about it, didn't refuse.

He was genuinely curious about the human condition in this world and wanted to take this opportunity to learn more.

Finding that the handsome man in front of her did not resist and was led forward by her, the woman could not suppress her excitement and happily led him back to the village.

Before leaving, Rhodes glanced back.

Did you forget something?

Looking at the two snowdrifts behind him, which were buried under the heavy snow and bulging up, he thought for a moment and decided to silently turn around and pretend he hadn't seen them.

With that monstrous physique, it's unlikely that it's afraid of this bit of cold.

After crossing the outer wooden wall, Rod entered the village and found that it was not very large.

What comes into view is a row of wooden bungalows, which looks to house only a few hundred people.

What's special is that almost everyone walking on the streets is a woman.

They wore fur armor and mostly carried weapons.

Moreover, these are exaggeratedly large, heavy weapons such as giant axes and greatswords.

Even a few little girls who look to be under five years old can jump around on the rooftops, sometimes leaping three meters.

They are kneading snowballs and having a snowball fight with each other using the snow on top.

When Rod was led here by the woman, he found that the eyes of the people around him quickly focused on him, filled with surprise and curiosity.

As she walked along the road, the woman kept explaining something to the villagers around her.

"Sanxue" is a term used by others to refer to women.

Through their conversation, Rod learned that the three women who appeared together were three sisters, and the one in front of him was the youngest sister.

She has a gentle personality, but she is also the most capable fighter in the village.

This is undoubtedly good news.

Rhodes noticed that other women's eyes gleamed with lust when they saw him.

Fortunately, he was glared at by the three Xues in front of him, and then he sheepishly restrained himself.

It seems that women not only make up the majority of the population here, but also in terms of numbers.

Because Rhodes didn't see many men along the way.

But there were still a few, and the thought that he wasn't the only man in the village gave Rod some comfort.

"This is my house with my eldest sister and second sister. You can stay in my room." Sanxue led him into a spacious wooden house.

As Rod stepped into the room, a gentle, warm breeze swept over him, dispelling the chill of the snowfield.

His pores opened up, and he instantly felt warm and comfortable.

What is this? He looked curiously into the middle of the house.

Inside the fireplace, a ball of crimson fire was churning and swirling, as vibrant as if it were alive.

No, this is a living thing.

Rod saw the fireball clearly and discovered it was actually a large-tailed squirrel with red fur.

It was grunting and munching on the charcoal, with flames constantly erupting from its tail.

"This is a fireplace rat, haven't you seen one before?" Sanxue asked, noticing his curious gaze fixed on the fireplace.

Suddenly, she realized what she had done, and a look of embarrassed shame appeared on her face.

"I'm sorry, you must have lived in a luxurious palace before, this must be your first time living in such a rural place."

Seeing her downcast mood and the sad expression on her face, Rod was thinking about something.

If a noble lady is rescued by a village hunter and taken back to her little house, how should one react?

Rod thought for a moment and smiled at Sanxue.

Captivated by his smile, Sanxue's mood immediately returned to normal, and her face turned bright red again.

Then she pulled Rod aside and began to show him the rooms inside the house.

"There are only three rooms in the house. This is mine. You can stay with me for now."

"The two next to me are my eldest and second eldest sisters. We're all hunters, and they're usually not home, so don't worry. Like right now, they're..."

As Sanxue spoke, she suddenly realized something.

Her face turned deathly pale. "Ah! Eldest sister and second sister, I forgot about them!"

With a bang, the door was pushed open.

Seeing her dart out of the house and run wildly towards the edge of the village, Rhodes, left inside, innocently met the gaze of the Ash Stove Rat.

He blinked and then tossed a piece of charcoal into the fireplace.

As the gray furnace rat happily wagged its tail in farewell, it walked out the door.

"That should be the blacksmith's shop, right?" Rod stood outside, casting his gaze toward the most prominent central location in the village.

A tall chimney, tens of meters high, was erected there, continuously emitting billowing hot steam.

What intrigued Rhodes even more was that he could sense powerful fire magic surging and boiling within him.

Silently estimating, he realized that he would soon have to leave this spiritual world.

Rod took a step forward and approached the spot.

There was no one guarding the blacksmith's shop, and Rod entered easily.

Crimson flames accompanied by billowing heat.

Inside the blacksmith's shop was a huge steel furnace, within which dozens of furnace rats were spewing flames.

In front of the furnace, a female dwarf, barely a meter tall with arms covered in rock-like muscles, was forging steel.

Holding a large, black iron hammer, each strike creates a dazzling display of sparks on the anvil.

Is this the secret of the dwarf white steel?

After noticing that the villagers' weapons were all made of stainless steel, Rhodes couldn't contain his curiosity and entered the village.

Watching from the side, he noticed something unusual.

The magical flames spewed by the Ashhearth Rat miraculously blended into the steel under the hammering of the dwarves.

They melted and cast the mithril into a unique metallic structure.

No wonder I couldn't figure out the structure no matter how much I studied it in real life; my initial approach was flawed.

Hearing footsteps behind him, the dwarf blacksmith did not turn around, but instead stretched out his palm behind him.

"Borax!"

Using the Eye of True Sight, Rhodes compared the steel to finished stainless steel.

Without hesitation, I picked up a small jar of borax from the shelf next to me, adjusted it to the right amount, and handed it over.

The dwarf blacksmith took it and looked at it with a puzzled expression.

Then it was poured into the steel and continued to be forged with focused attention.

Throughout this process, he would still reach behind him from time to time, shouting out the materials he needed.

Rod simply sat behind her to observe carefully, and at the same time handed her the appropriate amount of material as needed.

Slowly, before she could even reach out or shout, Rod quickly handed her the materials.

From borax, iron sand, silica sand, and so on, to birch wood powder, monster bone powder, and so on.

Besides the core steel and mithril, the forging process of white steel actually involves the fusion of more than fifty different materials.

Furthermore, it has extremely strict requirements for operation.

Rhodes was dazzled by what he saw.

He estimated that if he relied on his own research, it would take several years to achieve any results.

Compared to Rhodes' curiosity, the dwarf blacksmith became more and more adept at the craft.

This was the first time she had ever experienced such a smooth and exhilarating forging process! She even felt an overwhelming urge to shout out in excitement!

During the forging process of stainless steel, the order in which the materials are fused can change depending on different conditions, making it difficult to fix the order.

The opportunity to integrate different materials is fleeting.

If the process is slowed down, the birch wood powder may carbonize before it is fully incorporated, turning into impurities, which would be a failure on the spot.

Furthermore, there are strict requirements on the weight of the materials; adding even a little too much can lead to forging failure.

In the past, the dwarf blacksmith would always shout out the names of the materials.

At the same time, I controlled the amount I added, which significantly diverted her attention.

But this time, everything fell into place so naturally.

"A Tier 1 weapon of perfect quality!"

The dwarf blacksmith picked up the white steel sword and stared at it with fascination.

After letting go of the burden, I can finally shout with excitement.

She turned around laughing, about to celebrate with the unknown assistant.

But to their surprise, there was no one behind them.

"Huh? Where did he go?! Come back here, you bastard!"

(End of this chapter)