Otherworld Light Brain

Chapter 12: minimum standard

In his own backyard, it is also such a pattern, and the most similar is a big axe and countless uneven logs. Of course, there is still a difference between here and your own backyard, that is, the site here is five times larger, and there are already six people cutting firewood here. After Vylon and several people came in, the six young people who were cutting firewood here suddenly stopped. Sean can clearly see that they are sweating, and they are far away from each other. You can also hear their heavy gasps. It is obvious that they have been cutting firewood here for a long time. "Ed." Vylon let go of his throat and shouted loudly. "Teacher, I'm here." A young man who is a little stronger than Vylon quickly ran out of the inner room. "Sean, this is my first disciple, Ed. He has got some points of my craft, especially in the quenching. Maybe this year, he should try the assessment of junior blacksmith." After hearing his comment, several young people around showed envy. Ed's face was slightly red, and he said: "teacher, I don't want to test for a junior blacksmith. It's good to be by your side." Although some of Ed's words didn't convey the meaning, everyone understood what he meant. Vylon gently patted him on the shoulder and said: "nonsense, Ed, what belongs to you, you should fight for it and don't give up. Besides, if you don't want to leave, will I still drive you away?" Ed chuckled, as if he had let go of his worries. No matter what occupation, it is not considered as a teacher when it does not obtain the primary qualification. But once you get the junior title, it means you can set up your own door. For the vast majority of people, what they are looking forward to is this day. And Ed clearly has primary strength, but he is not willing to participate in the assessment, that is to say, he does not want to leave his teacher Vylon. Similarly, although Vylon was shouting, he was treated as a relative in his heart. Looking at the pair of teachers and apprentices, Sean suddenly had a warm flow in his heart, which made his heart warm and comfortable. "Ed, this is Sean, a nephew of mine. Now you can show him the real strength of being a qualified blacksmith." "Yes, sir." Ed came to a round pier, took a log and put it on the round pier at will, and said: "Sean, you look good." He picked up a huge axe on the ground with one hand and hewed it towards the standing log. One of Sean's ears was slightly shaking, and his eyes didn't focus on the big axe at all. Just from Ed's movements, he has calculated the result of this axe. However, in his opinion, although Ed's axe is powerful, his movements are not standard, and his body position is not well placed. If it has been scientifically trained, the power of his axe can be improved by at least thirty percent. Of course, if it's to deal with an ordinary log, it's more than enough with Ed's current situation. One axe goes down, the log is divided into two, the incision is very neat, only a little rough. "See, this is your goal. If you want to be a qualified blacksmith, you need to have strength first. Strong body and cow like strength are all we need." Vylon said loudly to the young people in the yard. "Yes, Mr. Vylon." several young people said loudly. They picked up the log again and continued to chop. But it seems that they expended too much energy, so their movements were somewhat distorted. Let alone chop a log with one axe, even three or four axes are basically the same. To Sean's surprise, every time they chop, they try their best to find the marks of the first chop. When the second cut into the mark left by the first, their faces will show a happy smile. After another look, Sean suddenly understood that what he practiced here was not only strength, but also accuracy. "You, go to have a try and play your best." Vylon pointed to let the three young people who followed take the initiative to try. The three of them know that this is the first round of by one, they took axes that were half a person high and cut hard at the logs that had been placed in advance. They are all farmers' children. Since they were born, they have started to cut firewood and carry water for a long time. For them, cutting firewood is just a familiar thing. But this time was different. Because Mr. Vylon was watching right beside them, the three people's expressions were obviously a little panicked. Sean's eyes quickly caught the disappointment on Vylon's face. It seems that he was very dissatisfied after seeing the performance of the three of them. As expected, when it was over, none of the three young people was elected. According to Vylon's words, one of them barely had enough strength, but his performance was disappointing. He went down with an ax, and he didn't cut the log, but almost cut his foot. At that time, Vylon and Joey's faces were scared green. If that axe was really cut, then this person would be raised for a lifetime. So Vylon told him that as a blacksmith, he must have excellent psychological quality. If not, then no matter how strong you are, it's no use. Maybe it's because the most promising young man failed, and the other two people's performance is even worse. All in all, after vinlon saw it once, he refused what he didn't want. Finally, Vylon said: "Joey, later you will take Sean and them around the market, and buy them something good." "OK," Joey said helplessly. Although no one was selected, but somehow, these guys also came to the knight's manor once. "Wait a minute, uncle Vylon, I haven't tried yet." Sean blinked his bright, innocent eyes and said seriously.