Chapter 0009: Military Camp (Part One)

This is indeed a discounted price, almost at cost with a slight profit. Roman smiled and readily agreed, but the payment would be made upon collection. In this regard, Old Weir had no objections, as he knew that Roman had just become a Druid and currently had no money

Roman glanced at the small knife, which was made of iron and fairly sharp. He then paid for it and accepted the knife.

Roman smiled: "Rolaik, I saw a few introductory books on magic in the temple. If I can work there in the future, I will help you borrow them. Would you like to take a look?"

Now, Roman has become a Druid apprentice, and even among friends, Rolaik cannot help but feel jealousy and frustration

Upon hearing this, Old Weir pondered for a moment, hesitated, and then said with a smile: "It's nothing, just give me thirty silver coins."

After some thought, Romon decided to head to the town's guard camp. Captain Korylo had instructed that he could learn skills for free alongside Captain Richard's team. Such a good opportunity should not be missed, especially since there was also the payment for five goblin hides.

Roman smiled silently; in memory, Rolaik could also be considered a friend of Roman in the town. The two looked very similar, and this similarity referred to their expressions and treatment.

"Indeed, managing the herbs can be quite arduous..." Pastor Ternis said hesitantly

Rolaik has read several books and one day dreams of becoming a noble himself, with beautiful and noble young ladies vying for his attention one after another

Roman touched his head and suddenly recalled the memory of this old blacksmith slapping him in this body

Uncle Weir, I want to learn some martial arts from Captain Richard. I need to forge an iron sword. Yes, this is the model size. He said that in order to learn swordsmanship from him, I must have one forged. The ones in the temple armory are not suitable for me, " Roman said with a smile.

However, this attitude immediately made the old blacksmith even more suspicious. He was unclear about the current status of Romon at mhetushu.com, so he became even more cautious and attentive: "No problem, Uncle Weir will help you forge it in three days."

"Rolaik, you went out to play again." Just as he reached the door, he received a slap, and instantly, Rolaik, who was already bruised and battered, bore five more handprints: "You useless fellow, if only you had half the ability of your brother."

Oh, Roman, you have done very well. I am very pleased to hear about your promotion to Druid apprentice," Miss Ailini said cheerfully. "I will tell my father so that he can reward you.

Although the medicinal garden is within the temple's boundaries, it does not entirely belong to the temple; it is shared with Anson. Now that there is an additional party involved, he is certainly unwilling to accept this arrangement

The person who struck was none other than Old Veer, who was laboriously working in the blacksmith shop. He was busy to the point of exhaustion, and upon seeing his youngest son return, an inexplicable anger surged within him, leading him to slap the boy.

Of course, Roman is also well aware that this longsword is neither a masterpiece nor a magical weapon. However, for him at this moment, a weapon of this caliber is already quite good.

And Roman keenly observed that the sturdy eldest son, Mi Song, who was also engrossed in work, revealed a satisfied smile, almost as if he had emerged from the same mold as Old Weir.

In the past, Romon did not perceive it, but now, upon analyzing memories, Romon can clearly understand many things

Roman nodded and handed the blueprint to the old blacksmith. This was originally from another world, the long sword of memory. In a previous life, he had collected famous swords, thus he was quite familiar with the dimensions and manufacturing. After some modifications, compared to the long swords and great swords of this world, it naturally appeared quite similar to a rapier. He then strolled around to observe the blacksmith shop.

Although he tried to remain calm, his tone and the look in his eyes revealed an uncontrollable jealousy

Druids are indeed not suited to wearing metal armor, as metal armor can weaken a druid's connection to nature. However, weapons, by the grace of the divine, those that are not metal but are equivalent to or even harder than metal belong to rare magical items, which few ordinary druids can possess. If druids cannot wield metal weapons, it would be better for them to hang themselves.

Roman spoke, looking around with wide eyes, and asked, "Does Uncle Will need firewood?"

Without discussing the agricultural tools, one can discern from the appreciation of craftsmanship that the sword displayed in the shop as a finished product is certainly not merely a decoration. The resilient and flexible blade, along with the sharp edge that carries a chilling aura, all attest to its true nature as a lethal weapon

Roman, Fafer, and Nick had originally agreed to embark on an adventure together in three days, but due to Nick's lack of foresight, he kept postponing it

Inside, the cacophony of clanging sounds merged into a single entity

This is, in fact, a blatant expression of jealousy and hatred, a manifestation of the oppression experienced in life, which is unconsciously vented onto this son

Ah, is that what Captain Richard means? Rest assured, I, old Weir, will definitely play with great care. I wonder how many days you need

Upon arriving at the temple, the two masters of the temple, namely the servant of the gods, Priest Ternis, and Miss Elin, were already waiting for him inside. Roman hurriedly bowed to them

Uncle Will, how many days do you think it will take

Rolaik, at the age of fifteen, is the son of the town's blacksmith, Old Weir. He appears thin and frail, with a delicate and somewhat pale complexion. His eyes are dark and deep-set. If he were to wear better clothing, he would not resemble a noble, but he would certainly look like someone raised in the city.

Once outside, he opened the small pouch and found twenty silver coins inside. With this amount, he had more than enough money to buy a sword. Remembering that Romon had spent two years accumulating just one silver coin, he couldn't help but reflect on how different identities and power lead to vastly different outcomes.

At the blacksmith's door, m.hetushu.com, Roman had not yet entered, but he scanned a young boy with his eyes

After examining the blueprint, the old blacksmith exclaimed, "This sword is quite impressive. Could it be that Captain Richard drew this for you?"

"Yes, Your Excellency, thank you very much." Roman said with joy in his heart, bowing as he added, "Then I shall take my leave."

Starting tomorrow, you may come to the temple to study under Anson and have the right to access the temple's library. Since it is not a division, feeling Miss Elinie's gaze, Priest Ternis hesitated for a moment before finally uttering these words

However, at this moment, the old blacksmith was filled with enthusiasm, even carrying a hint of flattery

As for the firewood, it is usually my son who collects it. He said, "However, sometimes collecting is not enough; we also buy it from outside, 10 bundles of firewood for 1 silver coin"

Old Weir inherently detested this son, not only because Rolaik was merely a burden to the family, but also due to his own strong, coarse, and illiterate nature. Therefore, Rolaik's handsome appearance, gentle demeanor, and an innate elegance that stemmed from within were particularly intolerable to him. He could especially not bear Rolaik's fondness for secretly learning to read and write.

Druids also have a part that involves learning martial skills, although it is a secondary subject

Rolaik possesses a remarkably rare memory; once he has seen a book, he can recite it fluently. This intellectual gift is considered outstanding even among wizards

However, this dream, in contrast to reality, is only more painful. No matter how great the talent, if one does not have the opportunity, it will similarly be buried in the wilderness, and may even wither faster than ordinary flowers and grasses.

There are no such jokes in the world, and fortunately, the druids of this world are not like that

"Not bad, Roman. Do you have any plans?" Pastor Ternis glanced over and said

The previous Romon also possessed similar traits, and as a result, the two were bullied by the townspeople, who were of similar age and had a penchant for literary pursuits. Those youths relentlessly tormented these two outcasts

Rolaik responded with an acknowledgment and led the way ahead. In a short while, they arrived at the entrance of a shop

The frail and weak Rolaik is clearly not suited for the profession of a blacksmith

Roman bowed deeply once again, holding the small bag, and retreated.

"Alright, then. I will bring it to you when I return," Roman smiled. "I want to meet your father and have him forge a sword; this is for my sword training with Captain Richard's team."

"Miss Ailini, it is my honor," said Roman

Romon bowed and said: "Pastor Tennis, I am not afraid of hardship, and I simply wish to learn from Mr. Anson. In the future, I will live outside, but of course, if needed, I am very willing to serve the goddess and the church"

"Wait a moment, Roman, you have just become a Druid; you must need some money. This is a reward for you." Miss Ailini casually took out a small pouch and tossed it to him

What is the price then

The costs of logging and transporting timber are low, and the returns are also low. However, due to Romon's special circumstances, the risks associated with this profession are too high for him.

After a brief moment, the old blacksmith finally saw Roman and immediately broke into a smile: "Ah, it's little Roman, come in and have a seat"

The price of firewood made him frown, as it seemed there was little profit. Roman felt that if he used space to transport firewood from the forest, he could still gain something, after all, the physical strength of an ordinary person has its limits. By utilizing space, he could turn the transportation of firewood into a bulk trade; even if the profit was minimal, it would accumulate to a considerable amount.

"Yes, Your Excellency, Pastor Ternis." Roman replied respectfully, "I wish to study herbal knowledge under Apothecary Anson."

Rolaik, with a bruised nose and swollen eyes, hesitated for a moment and slowly approached: "Roman, you seem to be doing well."

He did not go out immediately; in the center of the room stood a large stove. After a moment of thought, he said: "I need a small knife for handling the prey, for rough processing such as skinning."

Take a wooden stick to the battlefield

Rolaik was taken aback, hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Yes!"

This time, Roman merely smiled; he did not say anything further

Yes, this is a rapier, and its size is not long. Let me take a look first

After a brief pause, he adjusted his wording: "What I mean is, Uncle, do you need to procure the wood required for starting a fire from outside?"

"Well, how about this small knife? I can give it to you for 3 silver coins," said the blacksmith, Veer, as he rummaged through several finished products and casually picked out one to recommend.

Although I have seen it countless times before, this is the first time I am examining it from the perspective of a mature customer. After a few minutes of observation, despite not being well-versed in weapons and forging, I must admit that having appreciated and collected many famous swords and knives, both agricultural tools and weapons are not merely ornamental; they are practical tools.

Since one must take risks, it is essential to prepare weapons. The next day, Roman went to the blacksmith's. In fact, this town is quite small; it only took five minutes to arrive.

Exceptional talent brings about uniqueness, yet this uniqueness, when placed in unsuitable soil, will only result in suffering and setbacks

Rolaik! He waved his hand

Now, Luomon is in the town, feeling free. As he walks, he silently thinks: "The most important thing right now is to acquire a piece of land for building a wooden house and to cultivate a medicinal herb field. Although it is said that according to custom, the lord will reward a little something, most of it still has to come from oneself. Therefore, the most crucial task at the moment is to secure a sum of money."

However, upon further reflection, I found it rather meaningless, as this would allow discerning individuals to immediately notice his peculiarities, which could lead to a series of troubles. Moreover, Romon was also uncertain whether using the plants in this manner would result in any adverse consequences, as he still aspired to become a competent Druid.