Chapter 14 Master Bentham

The blacksmith shop was not in the castle, but near the iron ore field. Knight Marshall and Abel rode in the carriage and arrived at the place in twenty minutes.

Far away, I heard the sound of an iron hammer hitting an iron block. Following the sound, I saw a row of neat stone houses made of boulders. Each stone house had a huge chimney on the roof. Four of the chimneys were smoking black smoke.

Seeing these stone houses, Abel also saw that the Marshall Knights attached great importance to the blacksmith shop. Those boulders and the boulders used in the castle were the same. They were all transported from distant mountains, not to mention their own value. Shipping costs are a huge expense.

"I invited Master Bentham here from Harvest City. We must respect him after meeting him. His craftsmanship is the best in Harvest City. If it wasn't for his son getting older, he would like to hand over the shops in the city to him. His son, I can't invite Master Bentham back." Knight Marshall explained to Abel carefully.

"Marshall, you are welcome."

With a height of 2 meters and a stout body, Master Bentham, who was in his fifties with a bearded face, had already greeted him when he saw the lord's carriage, and simply lowered his head, even if it was a salute.

Marshall Knight, who didn't care about this, returned a salute and said to Master Bentham with a smile: "I brought a young man to be your apprentice today."

Master Bentham's eyes turned to Abel, and he asked hesitantly: "You are talking about this child? Marshall, don't think I don't know the difference between young people and children, this little guy is a child, at most No more than 14 years old, know that studying with me is for strong apprentices, not underage children."

Due to the presence of Master Bentham, many people nearby gathered around.

"Master Bentham, this is my adopted son Abel. He is an apprentice knight and needs to learn forging from you to strengthen the mastery of power."

"The idea is very good, but no, I will not accept him." Master Bentham said solemnly: "For a noble young master, forging is a very hard thing, and I am not I believe that apprentice knights at such a young age have the strength to swing a hammer."

"Master Bentham, I can endure hardship, and my strength is great." Abel stretched out his arms and made a strong posture.

"Haha." In front of the 2-meter-tall, bear-like Master Bentham, Abel, who was only 1.6 meters tall, made a strong posture, and the contrast made the onlookers laugh.

"Abel, in another two years, when you are 15 years old, taller and stronger, if you still want to learn to forge, I will teach you." Because Abel is the adopted son of Marshall Knight, Ben Master Sejm promised Abel very patiently.

"How much power does it take to meet your requirements?" Abel asked.

Looking at Abel with a stubborn face, Master Bentham said, "Come with me."

Marshall Knight led Abel and followed Master Bentham to the courtyard behind the stone house.

The onlookers also flocked to the backyard together.

"How many do you think this child can lift?"

"It would be nice to be able to lift one."

"He's a knight apprentice, and I say he can lift the second one."

"I bet he can lift one."

"I bet I can lift two."

The voices of the crowd were talking loudly.

Marshall Knight and Abel ignored these discussions and followed Master Bentham to the backyard. On one side of the backyard, there were two iron rods lined up from small to large, with an iron rod in the middle. wearing something.

The more Abel looked at it, the more familiar it became. This thing was the same thing as a barbell, but it was much rougher than the barbell he knew. Even if the cultural background was different, people's understanding of how to better exert their strength was still similar.

"These iron locks were made by me for apprentices to practice their strength, from small to large,

The smallest one is 50 pounds, the largest one is 400 pounds, and each increases by 50 pounds from left to right. "Master Bentham said, pointing to the device called the iron lock on the ground.

"Garden, come here." Master Bentham called out, pointing to a big man in the crowd who was almost as strong as the master himself.

"Master, I, I, I'm not lazy, I just dumped the slag." Garden stammered to explain, his dark face was full of sweat from nervousness.

The onlookers laughed. Everyone knew Garden. This was a new apprentice after Master Bentham came to the castle. Because of Garden's seriousness and diligence, he had already been accepted as a disciple by Master Bentham.

There is a big difference between apprentices and disciples. Apprentices often have to do a lot of hard work. For example, in a blacksmith shop, they have to burn a lot of wood every day. The segmenting of these wood is the work of the apprentice, and this work is not salary.

The disciples are different. The disciples can give priority to learning the master's craftsmanship, and they can also receive a salary that matches their own craftsmanship every month.

"Garden, I asked you to show Abel how to use the iron lock, and let him know the strength needed to become a blacksmith." Master Bentham liked this disciple very much. He was honest, hardworking and eager to learn. The knight's care, he also wants someone to take his place and continue to serve the Marshall knight after his old age and frailty.

"Okay, master." Garden smiled honestly, rubbed his hands on his body, walked to the third iron lock, turned his head and said to Abel, "Abel, you can see my movements clearly."

Grabbing both sides of the iron rod in the iron lock with both hands, and shouting loudly, the 150-pound iron lock was pulled from the ground at once and lifted easily over his head. It's like a straw.

"Okay." Amid the applause from the crowd, Garden threw the iron lock on the ground.

Garden looked up at Master Bentham, who nodded to him and said, "Garden, continue."

Garden walked to the fourth iron lock, and this time the 200-pound iron lock was also easily lifted by him. Then came the fifth iron lock. This time, Garden was obviously not as easy as he started, but he still held it above his head.

At this time, everyone in the audience held their breaths, watching Garden walk towards the sixth iron lock, which is a 300-pound iron lock, and it is not easy for ordinary people to lift it, even if they want to lift it.

This time, when Garden stood in front of the sixth iron lock, he did not lift it immediately, but closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing. He rose from the ground, and his face swelled red from the force, and the veins on his neck burst.

As Garden finally lifted the iron lock over his head, the crowd cheered loudly, and the scene was very lively.

"Garden, your strength is stronger, and you will surpass me in a few years." Master Bentham looked at Garden and said with relief.

"It's far worse than me." Garden blushed a little after being praised by the master, and touched his head embarrassedly.

"Abel, it's up to you." Master Bentham looked at Abel, thinking that Abel would retreat in spite of difficulties, but he knew that Abel had walked to the third iron lock rudely.

Abel watched Garden's demonstration just now. To be honest, he still recognized Garden's strength, but he couldn't agree with the weightlifting method without skill.

As a fitness trainer, the barbell is one of the equipment he played the most before. Garden's strength is 300 pounds. If Garden knows the weightlifting skills of the earth, then 350 pounds can be lifted, and there are many mistakes in the posture of Garden just now. , but his body is too strong, so no harm was done. If the wrong weightlifting method is used for a long time, it will certainly cause harm to the body to some extent.

"Is he going to lift a 150-pound lock directly?"

"My God, he must not be able to lift it."

"Is he crazy?"

The surrounding discussions came again, and Abel couldn't help frowning. He didn't like others looking at him like a circus.

"Let's all get out of here." Master Bentham saw that Abel didn't like the onlookers of others, and thought he was embarrassed to make a fool of himself in front of everyone, so he came forward to drive away the onlookers.

Seeing that Master Bentham got angry, the crowd dispersed.

"Don't force yourself, just do your best." Master Bentham advised Abel.