It was time for the wizards and the militia to say their goodbyes. Leocliff and the rest would head to the battlefield while Allen would bring Merlin away. They needed to return to Crowhurst Village as Allen's work in the collapsed blacksmith's shop had not been completed yet.
Crowhurst Village once again appeared in front of the wizard mentor and his new apprentice. Merlin's emotions had already calmed down a lot. He had automatically entered the life of an apprentice that he was not familiar with yet. This made Allen quite appreciative. Slytherin's students at least had a more proper attitude when it came to obtaining power and accomplishing their own goals.
Without entering the village directly, Allen brought Merlin to a sturdy oak tree in the village. It was the tree that Odega wanted to climb when he missed his hometown.
Allen sized up the tree for a while and grabbed a branch from the tree. The branch broke off by itself and flew into Allen's palm. Merlin looked at this scene and his eyes were filled with amazement. This was magic. He did not know how long it would take for him to master this kind of spell. This branch actually turned into a measuring tape in Allen's hand and flew to Merlin's side. It circled around Merlin and stretched out the tape, automatically measuring all kinds of data on his body.
After obtaining the data, Allen began to smoothly process the oak branch that had returned to its original shape. He explained the main points of the process as he processed it. After roughly processing it, Allen looked at Merlin who was full of yearning and said, "This is a tool that wizards need to use to cast magic. It is usually long and wooden. Now we are still lacking a core made from a part of a magical animal. The wand also needs time to be processed further. Every wand is unique. If you use a wand that does not belong to you, the effect of the magic will be greatly reduced. Therefore, how to use the wand and how to maximize the effect of the wand still depends on the wizard's own ability. Although you can get rid of relying on the wand to a certain extent if you learn and practice hard, the ancient wizards did not use this tool when they first cast spells. "
Allen did not make a growth-type wand for his apprentice. Instead, he used a more traditional method because he could not guarantee that Merlin would be able to keep this magical item in the Hogwarts without attracting the attention of others. He did not tell his new apprentice that he could cast spells so easily without a wand because he had changed his casting method after reading the Nether Scroll. However, since he was Merlin's mentor, he felt that he should be responsible and taught his apprentice not to rely too much on the wand. It was just like how Luna reminded him after the incident with the sea monster Kraken.
After that, Allen led Merlin across the messy ground of the blacksmith's shop. Amidst the rubble and debris, Allen directed all kinds of blacksmith's tools to fly out of the shop. The finished and semi-finished ironwares were neatly stacked to one side.
Flames burst out from under the furnace, scaring Merlin so much that he jumped back. Then, as if he was possessed, he watched the ironware fly into the furnace one by one and fly out one by one. The huge hammers flew over clumsily, just like the kitchen utensils that could wash dishes by themselves or the knitting needles that could weave sweaters by themselves. The hammers knocked against the ironware with a clanging sound.
Then, under the control of magic, these parts were combined together and turned into a majestic heavy iron armor in front of Merlin.
The apprentice couldn't help but curiously try to move the armor that had cooled down, but he found that he couldn't move it no matter how hard he tried. He couldn't even make it move a little. Although he was only a child, it was hard for him to imagine what kind of person this armor was made for. How could such heavy armor move nimbly in battle? Because of his demon blood, Merlin had always been relatively confident in his own strength.
"Merlin, is there a leathersmith in your village?" Allen's voice sounded beside Merlin.
"There is!" Merlin felt very happy to be able to do something for Allen. He pointed to a small path in the village. "Follow that stream and turn right at the fork in the road. The leathersmith lives there. His smell is quite strong, so the villagers don't allow him to build a house in the village or upstream of the stream. Sometimes, I would sneak over and watch him skin the animals. It's really fun."
"Eh … There are too few ways for children to entertain themselves in this era." After letting his imagination run wild for a while, Allen snapped his fingers behind him.
Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Like an earthquake, footsteps sounded. Seeing the newcomers, Merlin was like a frightened rabbit. "Teacher, the vikings are here."
"Don't panic. These are my subordinates under my control." Allen comforted his apprentice. After the death knights saluted Allen in an orderly manner, they ran in the direction Merlin had pointed out. Allen was rather curious about his apprentice's eyesight. "Why? Have you seen the vikings before?"
"Teacher, I haven't seen them before." Merlin looked at the death knights with some fear. "But I've asked Leocliff before about the differences between us, the English, and the vikings. He told me that we, the English, are humans, while the vikings aren't … As for these subordinates of yours, teacher …"
"Although there are some discrepancies between Leocliff's words and your understanding, your observation skills are indeed not bad." Allen couldn't help but praise this apprentice's innate talent. "Your perception is not bad. These vikings are no longer living creatures. This can be considered the first thing I'll teach you on the path of magic. Merlin, perhaps in the future you will meet some light magi who reject black magic, but I hope you can use your own judgment to look at the problem. My path of magic does not reject any type of magic. I believe that when researching magic, there is no need to care about any restrictions. However, don't be overly obsessed with a certain type of magic just because of your innate talent in certain areas." Everything is a circle. If you lack knowledge in a certain direction, then I believe your path of magic is no longer complete. Many people believe that the path of specialization is better, but their end point is limited by their own choices from the very beginning. Therefore, I hope that you can walk the path of generalization. You also possess the innate talent to choose this path. Of course, the path of magic needs to be chosen by yourself. Perhaps you don't understand now, but when you have acquired sufficient knowledge, I hope you can recall these words … "
While Merlin was deep in thought, the death knights returned with some leather that emitted a strange odor. In this era, being a leathersmith wasn't a good job. In order to quickly remove the fat from the animal skin and preserve it to prevent it from falling off, it was done by soaking it in urine. Due to the stench from their work, leathersmiths settled in the outskirts of towns and villages. They belonged to the same social class as executioners, butchers and prostitutes, and were marginalized in society.
Allen instructed the death knights to toss the leather into a large cauldron that they had brought back from the leathersmith's house. He then tossed in some magical herbs and boiled them together. Finally, he inlaid the leather that was still wet and emitting a medicinal odor into the armor.
When everything was completed, Allen ordered the death knights to put on the armor. Their appearances were completely new. In Merlin's eyes, these Death Knights were extremely tall and strong. Their shoulders were broad and thick, and their arms were as thick as the trunk of the oak tree. Beneath their armour, they were also wearing an unbelievably thick set of armour that was called 'plate armour' by his mentor. There was even a layer of boiled leather inside. They wore a full helmet that still had remnants of the Viking style on their heads. Other than a narrow iron fence at the side of their eyes for observation, there was not a single gap on the helmet.
Merlin looked enviously at the shields and axes in the hands of the death knights who had changed into their new armor. Although he was young, he had witnessed the cruelty of war and wished to possess his own weapon. Even if he was going to possess a magical wand, he would soon have his own. After all, the yearning for a knight was in the nature of these young boys.
Allen saw the undisguised envy on Merlin's face and directed some ironware to fly into the furnace. The axes clanged and clanged once more. Allen gestured with his hands and the sound of metal being carved rang out from the ironware. Under the intense friction and collision, sparks flew in all directions. A dagger gradually took shape. Allen had carved magical runes on the dagger that had the ability to destroy magical shields and sharpen special effects.
After the dagger had been cold-quenched and sharpened, Allen handed the gleaming dagger to Merlin. "Take this as a gift from your mentor."
Merlin received the dagger with a face full of joy. He fiddled with it curiously, scrutinizing the mysterious symbols that had a different kind of beauty.
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