Chapter Fifteen: A Job That Nobody Can Get

  Auckland is a small border town, although it is close to the northern barbarians and beastmen, due to its lack of strategic location, it has slowly developed into a small commercial city. Its proximity to the Sunset Mountains has also added several types of passing guests, adventurers and profiteering merchants.

  Along with it, the taverns and blacksmith shops as well as other various weapon shops also gradually became one of the main sources of income for the small town of Auckland. Even the military forces of the Four Seas Empire would send a small portion of their orders to Auckland.

  Qian Jin left Rodriguez and didn't immediately return to the dormitory. He still needed a bed sheet to sleep, and couldn't just lie down on the mattress at night. Moreover, he also needed to find another job.

  Since the last trial was knocked unconscious by a strange hat flying in the sky, Qian Jin has been locked in his dormitory for three consecutive days and has not gone to work at Old Fort Bar for three days. According to the agreement, he will be considered automatically dismissed and can only find another part-time job to do first. The family's allowance is not enough to eat a meal, let alone supplement nutrition.

  Walking on the bustling streets of Oakland, Qian soon found a cheap bed sheet in a store and paid for it with a few copper coins. He then wandered around the streets near school, looking for a part-time job.

  However, the Oakland Warriors and Magic School are not just a school where students with no money in their hands can easily get jobs that have almost all been taken by the school's students.

  After turning a few streets, Qianjin asked in every store and got the same answer: no need to hire anyone else, go ask other households.

  "We don't need to invite anyone else anymore..."

  The same answer echoed again, Qian Jin sighed and turned to walk out of the store, not even having the spirit to listen to the latter half of the respondent's words.

  "You can go ask at that blacksmith's shop on the street... they seem to still be hiring..."

  One leg that had just stepped out of the store suddenly stopped, unlike other industries, this one not only requires strength and endurance in front of the high-temperature furnace, but also requires a certain level of skill, and the wages earned are much higher than those in other industries.

  I still remember that when I first entered the school, some students couldn't find a job near the school and went to the Franklin blacksmith shop at the street corner to look for work. As a result, what was thought to be just a matter of wielding an iron hammer turned out to require technique as well. After several students hit a wall there, everyone learned one thing: the work in the blacksmith shop is not suitable for Auckland College students.

  "Blacksmith...... hammering iron......"

  Dry and firm in his mouth, muttering to himself, he thought of that strange virtual game "Infinite World", where he had spent 16 hours playing as a blacksmith. That old blacksmith, Blake, seemed to be quite satisfied with him, perhaps he could also try out the ironwork job that none of the other students had been hired for?

  He turned around and slightly bowed to the middle-aged man who was giving advice at the counter: "Thank you."

  The middle-aged man behind the counter was stunned for a moment. Although students from the Oakland Warrior Magic Academy were out working part-time, they all had a strong sense of identity and would at least be able to mix with street inspectors after graduation, which is considered one of the lowest public service positions in the empire. It's rare for students to thank them for such trivial matters.

  With the existence of the Demon Empire, warriors and mages are the main forces defending the Four Seas Empire and all humanity, which has greatly elevated their status. Even as students, they mostly have a sense of pride deep down.

  He quickly walked past the shops along the street and soon heard the sound of ironing from afar, which sounded monotonous to others but had a special rhythm.

  "Huh?" Gan Jing stopped in his tracks and stood outside Franlin's blacksmith shop, a hint of puzzlement on his face.

  Before, Gan Jing had also walked past the entrance of Fran's blacksmith shop many times, and the sound of ironing he heard was also filled with a dull and monotonous tinnitus. Why did this ironing sound seem so special today? Although it was a chaotic and disorderly ironing sound, when listened carefully, it seemed to contain a special rhythm.

  The Franlin blacksmith shop occupied an area almost five times that of the other shops, and on a series of rough and unattractive recruitment notices in front of the door was written: Recruiting blacksmiths.

  Four simple words, and no fixed salary was mentioned. With a resolute stride, he walked into the blacksmith's shop, where the sound of hammering grew clearer in his ears.

  "Little warrior, what are you planning to buy?"

  A man appeared before him, a head taller than him, with broad shoulders and a sturdy build. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt that showed off his muscular chest, and he held an iron hammer in his hand. A wet towel hung around his neck, and his short golden hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat. His rough voice had a hint of heroism to it.

  Qianjin took a closer look at the hammer in the man's hand, estimating it to be around thirty pounds or so. The wrapped cloth on the handle also seemed to be an old hammer.

  "I'm not here to buy anything." Gan Jing couldn't help but look up at the sturdy man, pointing outside the door: "I saw that they were hiring here, so I came to apply."

  "Who are you?" The big Han's blue eyes narrowed into a thin slit, his face full of distrust, sizing up Qian Jin repeatedly: "A warrior from Auckland and a student of the Magic Academy?"

  With a stern expression, he grasped his school uniform with both hands and shook it twice: "Yes."

  The big Han's eyes added a few points of distrust, and the big head shook continuously: "You'd better go find another job. We don't want students from Oakland."

  "What? Why?"

  It's so easy to find a decent job, how can I just leave like this?

  "Why?" The big Han picked up the towel on his neck and wiped the sweat from his face: "Don't you know? Since our Franlin Iron Forge was founded, no student from the Oakland Warrior and Magic Academy has ever been hired successfully here. What we need is a blacksmith, not someone with an attitude who thinks that forging iron is nothing special and anyone can do it, resulting in unqualified apprentices."

  It's a bit unexpected, I thought it was just my classmates in this grade who failed to apply for the blacksmith position, but unexpectedly, after so many years of Auckland Warriors and Magic School, not one person has set a precedent for successfully applying to Franlin Blacksmith.

  No one took care of dinner today, so miserable... too lazy to cook, even more miserable. So I thought, why not go out and splurge a bit?! As a result, I walked down six floors and found it was really cold! Frozen to the point where my nose and eyes were streaming with tears, thinking that in this situation, retreating back home wouldn't be a waste of going up and down six floors? Such a tiring thing, how could I do it?! Braving the cold, I went out and walked two intersections, had a bowl of tomato and egg noodles! Finally came back...

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