Chapter 38: Auckland's Number One Strongest

  "The origin of the fake iron technique is a despicable and disreputable trick created by an apprentice blacksmith who was not good enough to become a real blacksmith. He researched a special technique just to make money, and the high-quality iron he forged looked very impressive. However, when it came to actual combat, the equipment made from this iron proved to be extremely unreliable. Many great warriors died on the battlefield because they mistakenly used these weapons."

  Xiao Chang's eyebrows twitched a few times as he looked at the fifth-grade fine iron in Lucas' hand, and he couldn't help but feel a bit suspicious. If this were an older blacksmith who had forged the fine iron, Xiao Chang wouldn't have any doubts, but since it was a student from the Oakland Magic and Warrior Academy who had forged it, it was indeed hard to believe.

  The other members of the adventurer team also almost or more or less revealed their distrust. This is not because they are foolish, but because his age is his biggest shortcoming. If he were to say that he was a disciple of some great master craftsman, then he should be learning skills under the master's guidance. Even if he wanted to attend the Warrior Academy, he wouldn't come to the Oakland Magic and Warrior Academy, which is this level of school.

  From age to the location of the academy, the inferred identity. Lucas's eyes flashed with a victorious light, and Qianjin might have a very high talent for forging, but he should not have any famous teachers guiding him, otherwise he would not be studying at Oakland Magic and Warrior Academy.

  "Anyone who learns the fake Iron Fist technique is a shame to our blacksmithing community!" Lucas's face showed disgust, today no matter what he had to turn white into black here, either by hiring someone to get rid of this dry spell or driving him away, in short, he couldn't let him stay in Oakland any longer. The leader of the blacksmiths here could only be Lucas' Blacksmithing Workshop.

  "This fake iron technique is usually not even first-rate, but from the appearance, it looks like third or ninth-rate refined iron." Lucas weighed the fifth-rate refined iron in his hand: "Just like this piece of first-rate refined iron, only experienced and skilled blacksmiths can distinguish its authenticity. And some first-rate blacksmiths, they themselves can only forge first-rate refined iron, do you think it's possible for them to distinguish higher-rated refined irons?"

  Franklin clenched his fists in anger, his whole body trembling with rage. As a first-class blacksmith, he couldn't get more credibility than this second-class blacksmith.

  Dryly smiling as he watched Lucas's performance, such a small person, whether it was the prosperous Dry family or the ironwork industry in Oakland City, really would run into him wherever he went! Did you think I'm already very tired? Really thought I couldn't produce a batch of high-quality iron within a short period of time, enough to forge a war knife? Since that's the case, then I'll produce a batch of high-quality iron and have Franlin forge a war knife, cutting off your second-rate ironwork weapon, and slapping you with a loud slap.

  No matter which industry, strength is authority! Lucas's eyes flashed with victorious joy: "I almost got cheated by this piece of fine iron too, and I really thought it was a five-grade fine iron..."

  "Refined Iron of Grade Five? Let me see..."

  A low, gravelly voice suddenly spoke up from the doorway connecting the front hall and the backyard of the blacksmith's shop. Lucas' golden mustache twitched upwards at the corners as he growled, "Who dares to..."

  Lucas saw the middle-aged man standing at the door, and his proud and excited face froze for a moment. His right hand, which was holding the iron, also trembled involuntarily.

  Dry eyes gazed at the middle-aged man standing at the door, wearing a pale blue long shirt with short dark blue hair and sharp facial features. The warrior with blue pupils seemed to be someone extraordinary. What was his background? Why did Lucas have such a big reaction as soon as he appeared? It seemed that the idea of counterattacking Lucas might not be needed anymore?

  "Law... law..." Franklin looked up at the middle-aged man walking in from outside the door, stuttering: "Fabreides..."

  When Fabreides, a middle-aged man, appeared, the entire backyard of the blacksmith's shop, except for Franlin and Lucas, showed a bewildered expression on everyone's face, as if not many people knew this person's name.

  "You... how did you come here?" Franlin smiled and welcomed him, hastily walking forward, and glanced back at Lucas with a mixture of surprise and schadenfreude. Meanwhile, Lucas's face was as black as charcoal, his expression revealing boundless despair.

  Qian Jin and others didn't know who Fabreides was, but Lucas and Franlin knew very clearly that the person in front of them was the true number one strongman of Oakland City!

  In this city of Auckland, those who know the name Fabreides are all high-end people in various industries, and they may have the qualifications to know the existence of this strong man.

  Lucas or Franlin, neither of them were qualified to know Fabreides' name due to their status in Oakland. However, because the city's first strongman was a warrior, they had some connection with equipment and weapons. Through the city lord's introduction, they came to know this person who not only possessed powerful fighting spirit but also owned the number one ironwork of Oakland, which was at level four.

  "This..." Lucas clenched the refined iron in his hand, twisting and turning like a shy big sister who had never left home, hesitating to take a step forward. However, under Fabre's gaze, he had no choice but to take a step forward, looking at Fabre with an almost pleading expression, handing over the refined iron.

  Lucas had no way out, blacksmiths usually have a very high status in front of powerful warriors. In general, warriors will not offend blacksmiths, even if the blacksmith is only a first-level blacksmith, because behind every registered blacksmith, there is a huge force backing them up, that is the Blacksmith Guild!

  It was a huge union that almost included all blacksmiths on the mainland, responsible not only for the assessment of blacksmiths, but also for many other things, one of which was protection! If someone from the Blacksmith's Union was bullied, the union would stand up for the bullied blacksmith.

  A powerful warrior can ignore a first- or second-rate blacksmith, but cannot ignore the massive Blacksmith's Guild behind him, unless this warrior does not plan to fight again in his lifetime.

  No matter how good the weapon equipment is, it may be worn out or completely damaged in battle, and a high-level blacksmith is needed to help repair it. The higher the level of the weapon equipment, the higher the level of the blacksmith required to repair it.

  So even a strong warrior would not easily offend a blacksmith.

  "But the man in front of us..." Lucas had a severe headache, having heard that the city lord didn't care about offending the blacksmiths' guild and even had a considerable amount of conflict with them. So, it was best not to provoke him by relying on his identity as a blacksmith, or else he might end up getting killed, which wasn't impossible.

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