Knight: Start as a blacksmith apprentice with unlimited part-time jobs

Chapter 1: Inauguration of the Blacksmith Apprentice

Year 138, the month of the North Wind.

Golden Valley Kingdom, Black Water Territory.

Although it is already the cold season, the blacksmith shop in Baron Forslin's manor is still in full swing.

"Boys! Cheer up!"

Blacksmith Hawke shuttled among the busy crowd, his rough voice buzzing like muffled thunder.

"The assessment day will be in three months! If you don't want to pack up and go home, just work harder for me!"

When the teenagers heard these words, they immediately worked harder on the work in their hands.

But they are not even blacksmith apprentices, so their unfamiliar skills naturally cannot satisfy Hawke.

"The bellows is pulling so slowly, are you boiling the bath water for your grandma?"

"And you! How many times have I told you that you must watch the timing when calcining ore!"

Hoke shook his head with some hatred and continued to walk through the crowd.

Suddenly, his steps stopped, and a low groan escaped from his throat.

In sight, a slightly thin black-haired boy was pulling the bellows with all his strength, causing the fire to shoot up tongues of flame more than a foot high every time.

The hot air steamed up large beads of sweat on the young man's face, dripping down his chin, but his movements always maintained a steady rhythm.

At the moment when the iron ingot turned from dark red to orange-red, the young man picked up the iron pliers with quick eyesight and quick hands. With a flip of his wrist, he firmly pinched out the red-hot iron ingot, then turned around neatly and sent it to the anvil.

The whole set of movements was smooth and smooth, with no hint of jerkiness at all.

"This boy"

Seeing this, Hawke nodded with satisfaction, then walked up to the young man and patted him hard on the shoulder.

"Your name is Roland, right? Well done!"

Although it was just four words, it made everyone around them look envious and jealous.

After all, Hawke, who has always been strict, has never praised anyone.

"You thanked Mr. Hawke."

Roland wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled shyly.

Hoke waved his hand carelessly, turned and left.

Unconsciously, a crisp bell suddenly sounded.

This is a signal to remind the manor servants to eat.

"Call"

After taking a long breath, Roland stretched his waist, picked up the rag on the side, cleaned up the ore debris around the furnace, and then trotted towards the place where the food was placed.

Two pieces of brown bread, a piece of cheese the size of a fingernail, and a bowl of vegetable soup mixed with something unknown.

In his previous life, Roland would probably only consider these things when he was about to starve to death.

But now.

After wolfing down all the food, Roland found a secluded corner to sit down.

As I thought silently in my heart, lines of golden subtitles slowly appeared in front of my eyes.

[Name: Roland]

[Race: Human]

[Age: 16]

[Occupation: None]

[Strength: 1]

[Agility: 0.8]

[Spirit: 1.2]< /p>

[Skills: lv.2 Ore Firing (169/200), lv.2 Bellows Pulling (174/200)]

“It seems that it won’t be long before these two skills can be upgraded again.”

Yes, Roland is not from this world.

After his vision went dark while working overtime, he came to this completely unfamiliar world.

The only companion beside me is the golden finger in front of me.

This is the modifier he downloaded in order to experience all the content while playing a certain game.

Theoretically, as long as certain specific conditions are met, he can work part-time in countless professions.

Unfortunately, this modifier does not yet trigger prompts about changing jobs.

"If I had known this thing could follow me, I would have downloaded a more perverted one!"

Just as Roland was slapping his forehead in annoyance, a dull voice suddenly came from his ears.

"Roland! I knew you were here!"

Looking up, I saw a tall young man walking slowly.

The person coming is Roland’s best friend, Sean.

"Sean, don't you take this time to practice more forging skills? You know you were scolded by Mr. Hawke again this morning."

"Don't mention it!"

After hearing Roland's teasing words, Sean scratched his brown curly hair.

"I don't have a talent like you. I will probably have to leave here after a while."

"Then what are you going to do in the future? Inherit your father's butchering skills?"

"Butchering? I'm too lazy to do that kind of boring work! Besides, my dad and Uncle Peyton have been quarreling every day recently, and I don't want to stay at home anymore."

As if thinking of the noisy scene at home, Sean sighed and whispered.

"When I went home last month, I heard from my father that the monsters in the Blackwood Forest were becoming more and more rampant and had invaded many villages!"

"So the Baron had to order Lord Beckham to recruit soldiers to defeat them! With my own skills"

He patted his thick arms, with a proud look on his face.

"You will definitely be able to enter Lord Beckham's service, and maybe you will be promoted to a knight's retinue! When the time comes."

After laughing loudly, the tall young man patted Roland on the shoulder and said.

"You have to bend down and salute when you see me!"

"Are the monsters in Blackwood Forest so powerful?"

Roland ignored Sean's teasing and just frowned.

"You actually need to send knights to conquer it?"

"Who knows? No matter how ferocious the monster is, it will never be an opponent of an extraordinary professional!"

After Sean waved his hand casually, he changed the topic and asked with some concern.

"Stop talking about this, what about you? Are you sure about the assessment in three months?"

"Assessment?"

After hearing the question, Roland looked down at his thin body and shook his head helplessly.

Unlike the tall and powerful Sean, he has no escape route.

My mother died young, and my father, who was seriously ill, even sold his only adobe house before his death in order to raise funds to send him here to study.

If you can successfully pass the assessment, then everything will be fine.

Blacksmiths who belong to the nobility, even if they are just apprentices, are treated very well, and their status is several levels higher than that of ordinary free people.

But if the assessment fails

Roland couldn't help but shudder when he thought of his desperate situation.

"A time traveler who died due to poverty? That's a bit too cowardly."

It's not that he is unfounded, but that there are dozens of young people who came to learn skills this time, many of whom are descendants of blacksmiths.

There is only one admission quota.

So even with Golden Finger by his side, he still felt a little unsure.

"You don't have to worry too much."

Seeing that Roland didn't respond, Sean was about to speak to comfort him, but Hawke's loud shout suddenly came from the distance.

"Boys! Don't be lazy, hurry up and gather here!"

"Let's go."

Roland patted the dust off his pants, stood up neatly, shook his head slightly, and the confusion in his eyes gradually faded away.

"No matter what, let's get the two skills of ore burning and bellows to full level first!"

With this in mind, Roland pulled Sean and returned to the blacksmith shop.

Calcined ore to pull the bellows

Although the process was extremely boring, the golden subtitles that appeared in front of him after each correct operation made the panting Roland more motivated.

[You have successfully performed a bellows operation and gained some experience]

[You have successfully performed an ore burning operation and gained some experience]

I don’t know how long has passed, but the unchanging text suddenly changed.

[The bellows-pulling skill has reached the full level]

[The ore burning skill has reached the full level]

[After testing, you can work as a basic employee Basic professional blacksmith apprentice]

[Requires strength 1, agility 0.5, two full-level forging related skills]

[Whether to be employed]

In order to facilitate reading by adoptive fathers, the update time is fixed at 12:00 noon and 20:00 pm.

I wish the adoptive fathers all the best in all seasons.

(End of this chapter)