"Oh Lord of Huitzilopochtli! This iron is very good quality, truly very good!... Tsk, tsk. The moment this smoke rose and I didn't see any messy colors, I knew it was real good iron!..."
"Huh? Honored bishop of Cipangu, you say you want ironware forged?... Well, that cannot be rushed. The forge has not been built yet, and the anvil for forging iron needs a mold fired anew, which takes a great deal of time. Er, of course, a stone platform can be made do with for now, though it is very hard to use... Also, honored lord, I... my blacksmithing tools are still on the ship, packed in that heaviest wooden chest... Could you have the Red-hair knight squire return them to me? I beg you!..."
Dawn showed at the eastern horizon, and blue smoke rose from the open-air furnace. Blacksmith Caro was covered in gray dust, his face smeared with black soot from the charcoal fire. To smelt this furnace of iron properly, he had not slept a whole wink in a day and a night, and right now he only felt that his eyelids could barely stay open. Yet the leader of the native village-town, the bishop of Cipangu, had suddenly appeared and wanted to inspect the iron smelting in detail! That made his asshole clench, and he had no choice but to be careful and respectful, nodding and bowing like he was serving noble lords.
"Praise Huitzilopochtli! Look, this is the iron-smelting furnace. Yes, yes, it is like a honeycomb! Beneath the bottom layer of this honeycomb, relatively loose kindling is placed. A tuyere for the bellows is opened at the lower-middle part, so air can be blown inside. Then higher up, there is a layer of black charcoal about as tall as a forearm, then