After Maxing out all Classes

Chapter 22: I will teach you divine craftsmanship.

Robb's eyes glanced over the middle-aged man's broken leg and said, "It's badly hurt."

The middle-aged woman hurriedly said, "We, husband and wife are both loyal followers of Light. Please show benevolence and save my husband."

Whether you believe in the religion of Light or not is none of my business! Robb thought so, but he didn't say that. There's no need to make trouble for himself. It's fun to play a cameo as a priest.

He put on a bright and holy expression and said, "Oh! My children, I am deeply saddened that you have suffered so much. May God bless you."

When he was about to throw out a cure, he suddenly remembered that Xuelu had said that he did not need chants to cast magic and suspected that he had an artifact that could shorten the chanting time of the spell. This is not a good misunderstanding. Others may think that he has something valuable on him. What if some thieves plot against him?

Robb is not afraid but doesn't like to make trouble for himself. If he lives in an environment with the threat of "Assassination" every day, he can't be lazy.

Let's just pretend to chant.

He didn't know how to say the authentic chants of this world, so he tried to copy the chant of Xielu and read it blindly, God of Light.." Saying it till that point, he realized that he didn't know anything about the God of Light. The God of Light has been written and explained in the game's background story, but he didnt read the background story carefully.

Damn it! Forget it; whenever the God of Light showed up, he just skipped it and deliberately lowered the volume. He murmured a few syllables that you can't hear clearly. Hell just say the name of the God of Light and then say, "Please listen to my request. Lend me the divine power temporarily... Fly, Heal! "

Seeing the priest saying the chant seriously, the middle-aged woman hurriedly laid her husband flat on the ground, then quickly knelt down, put her hands on her chest, and prayed piously. A golden light wrapped the middle-aged man's body, his twisted leg instantly restored to its original condition, and his gray face regained its healthy complexion, and then the middle-aged man jumped with a woosh.

Probably thinking he was being rude, the man jumped and immediately knelt down: "Thank you, God of Light. Thank you, Father."

"Well. All right! Get up." Robb began to get upset again, always putting the God of Light before me. Well, forget it, Im an adult, and I wont complain about such trifles.

The middle-aged man stood up and respectfully handed over some silver coins with both his hands, My father, I want to donate this money to the chapel."

Robb knew that it was payment for the treatment, not a donation to the chapel, just to put it mildly. But a few silver coins is just too small a sum for him to take. He smiled and said, "You don't have to donate money. I want you to do something for the church, is it alright?"

Of course, the couple did not dare say no, and nodded quickly, "It is an honor for us to contribute to the messenger of Light."

Robb said, "Just go to town and bring me a Mason and a blacksmith."

The couple looked at each other and took a while to realize that the priest was taking pity on the poor, so he was unwilling to take their money and changed the price to help him find someonewhat a benevolent man he truly was.

Praise the God of Light, praise his benevolence, and praise the world.

The middle-aged man said respectfully, "Father, you dont need to look for a blacksmith. I am a blacksmith! I'll stay here and listen to you. My wife will find a Mason for you."

The middle-aged woman respectfully saluted Robb, then spread her feet and ran to the town mason, the bricklayer, while the blacksmith stayed and sat down, ready to listen to Robb.

Robb smiled and said, "I didn't expect that youre a blacksmith. That's good! Are you good at forging ironware?"

The blacksmith nodded and said, "Yes, my blacksmithing is good. No matter how complicated the object is, I can make it perfectly."

A smile formed on Robb's face. "Now, I'm going to teach you some very useful knowledge, Divine Craftsmanship. Would you like to learn it?"

In fact, Western priests are often knowledge disseminators, and they will spread all kinds of technology and knowledge to all parts of the world to recruit believers. Therefore, it is widespread for priests to impart knowledge to the people. Robb's words did not arouse the middle-aged man's suspicion but made him very happy, "I do! My father, you not only helped me treat my injuries but will also teach me knowledge, you ... You are really the messenger of God. "

"Well said." Robb smiled and then said, "First of all, can you make iron pipes?" With his hand, he gesticulated a thin pipe that looked like a water pipe.

The blacksmith immediately said, "I'm sorry. I cant!"

Robb: "Didn't you just say that your skills are good?"

The blacksmith said awkwardly, "An iron pipe is a very advanced craft, which is usually used to make fireworks. This is not something a country blacksmith like me can do. Its usually a divine craft mastered by the army blacksmiths of Wang du." (TL: Wang Du was a warlord during the early Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period of China)

Divine craft.. don't describe a mere iron pipe as a divine craft." Robb then said, "Now listen to me. First, dissolve the iron, then wrap the dissolved iron on a steel bar. Afterward, beat it evenly, and when it solidifies a little bit, remove the steel bar. Then, you have a formed iron pipe."

The blacksmith looked confused. "Watt? Its that simple?" He thought carefully for a few seconds, and then he was overjoyed, "Thank you, my father. Thank you so much. I can now be as good as an army blacksmith."

Robb said, "I'll ask you my next question, can you make a faucet?"

"What is a faucet?"

Robb had no choice but to use a branch to draw a faucet on the ground to tell the blacksmith how to get the valve inside. This thing is a little difficult for this kind of country blacksmith. After explaining it for a long time, the blacksmith finally understood. However, Robb does not know whether this guy can forge it successfully. It is estimated that even if he is successful, it will not be precise enough. There will be a slight water leakage, but it does not matter. If it leaks, Ill just take a basin and put it under the faucet.

"This is a little complicated, but if I think about it carefully, I'll be able to create it for father." The blacksmith respectfully continued, "Give me two days. No, three days. It should be done by then."

"Then good, youll be able to finish it quickly. Youll need to forge a few more iron pipes and connect them together. Itll be long, very long." Robb pointed to the chapel's roof and said, "Together, there will at least one iron pipe that extends from the roof to the kitchen, one from the roof to the yard, and right, one from the roof to the toilet. Yeah! Just consider these three positions for the time being. It requires a lot of iron. I'm afraid you don't have enough money so here's some money. You can buy iron with it."

Robb not only didn't accept the payment for his treatment but instead gave him a handful of silver coins.

The blacksmith was so flattered that he could swear that Mr. Robb was the kindest, most honest, and most benevolent man he had ever witnessed in his life. He was the true messenger of God, with all the perfect qualities.

He knelt, worshipped, and praised Robb with all the compliments he knew and left.

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