In the blacksmith shop.
Lynn is bare-chested, revealing his muscular body full of defined lines.
With his right hand tightly gripping the iron hammer, he swings his arm steadily, lifting and dropping it rhythmically, striking a piece of high-quality iron heated to a glowing red.
Ding!
Ding ding!
Ding ding ding!
The clear and crisp sound rings out continuously.
[Forging Experience +1]
[Forging Experience +1]
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Under the high heat of the iron block and the furnace, Lynn's skin has turned red, beads of sweat gather forming a small stream flowing down.
Meanwhile, next to the blacksmith shop, carpenters are embedding cut and dried oak planks into the iron core of shields.
Fixing them at the center of the oak shield to increase its weight and sturdiness.
Installing a handle at the center of the round shield for convenient use.
Currently, there is a limited amount of high-quality iron, so Lynn is temporarily having them make round shields with wooden boards and iron cores.