That kid had a bit of a black heart, but it was true—if no one provoked him, he could stay here for the rest of his life.
After thinking for a moment, he said, "You're almost a mid-level warrior now. Even slightly better breathing techniques for high-level warriors cost more than fifty gold coins. Don't you have any thoughts about that?"
Dole looked at Kadiya. Could you at least know your own limits?
"I'll save up slowly. With my current abilities, a year or half a year should be about enough."
At that moment, Anderson came out from farther inside, handed him the materials, and prepared to tend the fire. Dole accepted the materials, flipped through them and inspected their quality, then gave Anderson a few instructions. Anderson promptly went to make the preparations.
The fire, crucible, water, and such were all things apprentices needed to worry about. As for the blacksmith, all he needed to concern himself with was how to make the item well.
Seeing Dole get to work, Kadiya said nothing more. After watching for a while, he secretly nodded to himself. It had to be said, when this kid forged iron, he had the air of a true craftsman: focused eyes, a solemn expression, crisp movements, and steady strength. He was made for blacksmithing.
Although Dole had been forging for less than half a year, his tremendous spiritual power gave him exceptional control over his tools and weapon blanks. In terms of skill, he even surpassed ordinary second-level blacksmiths. Strictly speaking, they only possessed the level of ordinary mid-level warriors, while Dole had the combined standards of a mid-level wizard and a mid-level warrior. Naturally, they could not be compared. Wizards in particular received enormous enhancement in spiritual power, allowing them to sense weapon blanks with