Chapter 198 When the Blacksmith Saw a Glimpse of the Future (only One Chapter)

"Master, your hand!" Olaf looked at Yan Gongyu with concern, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes. He just heard a crisp sound, as if something broke.

Yan Gongyu covered his trembling right hand with his left hand, his face was extremely heavy, and on the iron felt in front of him was a completely scrapped part. It took him a whole day to forge it, and it was only the last step away from completion, but an accident happened at this critical moment.

The small hammer trimmed the big hammer and finalized the shape. This is how traditional blacksmiths do it, but today when he was forging, Yan Gongyu felt that he could not find the feeling of the past. After repeated mistakes, this part was completely hopeless.

"It seems that the treatment only healed the skin and flesh, and the injuries on the muscles and bones that night were still not healed completely." Yan Gongyu sighed helplessly, and he remembered that dark night, the dark night that he would never forget.

That night, he was about to finish work and go home, but was stopped by an unidentified person. Yan Gongyu fought hard, but was defeated and injured both hands. Fortunately, Olaf called the inspector to save his life.

Yan Gongyu was sent to the hospital for treatment, and it cost a lot of money to save his right hand. But the doctor told him that the injury to his right hand was too serious and might affect his future forging skills.

Yan Gongyu was unwilling to believe this fact. He thought that as long as he worked hard to rehabilitate, he would be able to recover.

But now it seems that he was wrong. His right hand is no longer the dexterous and powerful right hand it used to be. It has become a stumbling block in his forging career.

Injuries can be cured after all, but the order that was hard to get, not to mention the penalty, it is a problem for the workshop to continue to operate during this period of time.

The workshop area is not only a hot place but also a ruthless place. If you don't have the ability, get out is the survival background here. Yan Gongyu knew that he couldn't go on like this, otherwise he would lose everything. He had to come up with a way to save the situation.

"Olaf, go and melt this part." Yan Gongyu said, "I want to start over."

"Master..." Olaf hesitated, "Are you sure? This is the result of your hard work for several days."

"Useless things should be melted." Yan Gongyu said firmly, "I can't give up my principles because of a temporary setback. Forging the best parts and making everyone recognize the technology is me, Yan Gongyu."

"Okay, Master, I respect your decision." Olaf nodded, picked up the broken part and walked towards the furnace.

Yan Gongyu looked at Olaf's back, and felt relieved. His disciple could be said to be the best choice in terms of talent and character. If he passed this level, he could consider taking the test of becoming a master.

But Yan Gongyu didn't see the painful and ferocious expression on Olaf's face after he turned around. Olaf became Yan Gongyu's disciple not only for his recognition of his technology, but also for his expectation of the extremely high starting point of Yan Gongyu's workshop.

As long as he graduated from Yan Gongyu's school with honor, he would have the social recognition of a famous teacher and a good student, and as long as everything went well, he would soon be able to gain a foothold in the workshop area.

But after yesterday, everything was ruined. Olaf didn't know whether his master's injury could be cured. If not, the workshop would gradually lose orders because there was no master craftsman, and the workshop owner would naturally clear Olaf and his master out.

Olaf silently pulled the bellows and watched the furnace fire gradually melt the parts that were just one step away from completion. The gushing green furnace fire seemed to enter Olaf's pupils and ignite the anger in his heart.

He clenched his teeth, and a trace of gloom and hatred flashed in his eyes. He hated the person who hurt his master, and he also hated his powerless situation. He wanted revenge, wanted to change, and wanted to get rid of this hopeless predicament.

In the evening, Olaf buried the parts that had already taken a general shape in the sand, allowing them to slowly cool down in a warm environment, waiting for tomorrow's repair. The master's hands were still competent in rough processing, and I hope everything goes well tomorrow.

He patted the sand gently, praying in his heart that the part would be successful. He knew that this was their last chance. If they failed again, they would lose everything.

The workshop area under the setting sun was warm and noisy. Workers walked out of the workshops one after another under the ringing of bells. They gathered in twos and threes to talk about the new things of the day and walked to the street snack stalls.

They laughed and talked, enjoying the relaxation and joy after a hard day. They didn't know that there was a person beside them who was silently bearing great pressure and pain.

"Snack stall, if I hadn't drunk so much wine with the master that day"

Olaf remembered what happened that night. That was the day they celebrated after receiving the order. They drank a lot of wine with the master and talked about a lot of dreams and plans.

They felt that they had succeeded halfway. As long as they completed this order, they would make everyone admire their technology and quality. They didn't expect such a terrible thing to happen that night.

Putting down his thoughts, Olaf walked on the cold street, and his footsteps slowly brought him to the power workshop where the red lantern was still hanging.

The roar made him stop and watch.

"Is this the power workshop where the master and I received the order?" Olaf couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the power workshop that was still brightly lit at night.

The huge die forging machine pressed down hard on the steel plate, making a deafening roar. The semi-finished products that were pressed into shape were picked up from the mold by the workers with pliers and thrown into the iron bucket beside them. As the machine was running, they soon piled up.

Olaf, who had sharp eyes, instantly discovered that this was the rough-processed parts blank that he and his master had worked hard for a day to complete today! He and his master used traditional hammer furnaces and forging hammers to hammer and shape them bit by bit to get these delicate and solid parts.

But here!

From the gloss of the parts, it is far inferior to the quality of the master's careful processing, but it is 10% better than his own craftsmanship! Olaf thought that he could not do such a powerful forging before level 30.

As the line of sight extended, there were more die forging machines inside, and the rough-processed blanks were gradually formed under one process after another, but Olaf's heart became colder and colder. He couldn't do it, absolutely couldn't do it!

These machines completed the parts that took him and his master a whole day to complete in just a quarter of an hour, and the quality was much better than that of a soul master of more than 20 levels.

If the workshop area in the future is full of such machines! Olaf dared not think about it anymore.

Olaf clenched his teeth, and a trace of madness and despair flashed in his eyes. He hated the power workshop and his own incompetence. .

At the corner of the street, a man with a wide-brimmed hat stared at Olaf secretly, with a smile on his lips. Confirming that Olaf had taken the route arranged for him, the man lowered his felt hat and stepped into the shadow of the alley.

I have entered a period of fatigue recently, and there is a plot that has been stuck for some reason.