Roland Carter possessed a very rare memory; as long as he had read a book once, he could recite it fluently. This intellectual gift was outstanding even among mages.

Exceptional talent brings uniqueness, but in unsuitable soil, such uniqueness only leads to pain and setbacks.

Roland Carter had read a few books, and one day he dreamed of becoming a noble himself, imagining those beautiful and noble young ladies of the aristocracy all vying for his favor.

But this dream, compared to reality, only brought more pain. No matter how great the talent, if there is no opportunity, it will be buried in the wilds all the same, and may even wither faster than ordinary flowers and grass.

"Mm, alright, I'll bring it to you when I get back." Robert Miller smiled. "I want to see your father and have him forge a sword. This is for me to use while learning swordsmanship from Captain Richard."

Druids also learn some martial skills, though it is a secondary discipline.

Roland Carter agreed and led the way. It didn’t take long before they arrived at the entrance of a shop.

Inside, the clanging and banging noises blended into a cacophony.

"Roland Carter, you went out to play again." As soon as they reached the door, a slap landed, and the already bruised and swollen Roland Carter now had five more handprints on his face. "You useless brat, if only you were half as good as your brother."

The one who struck was Old William, who was busy working hard in the blacksmith shop. Seeing his younger son return, a nameless anger surged up and he slapped him without hesitation.

Meanwhile, Robert Miller keenly noticed that the burly eldest son Mason Carter, who was also hard at work and looked almost like a copy of Old William, revealed a satisfied smile.

After a moment, Old Blacksmith finally noticed Robert Miller and immediately broke into a smile. "Ah, it's Little Robert! Come in and have a seat."

Robert Miller touched his head, and memories surfaced of this Old Blacksmith slapping the former owner of his body.

But now, Old Blacksmith's face was full of enthusiasm, even tinged with a bit of obsequiousness.

"Uncle William, I want to learn some martial skills from Captain Richard and need to have an iron sword forged. Um, here are the model dimensions. He said that if I want to learn swordsmanship from him, I must have one made. The ones in the temple armory aren't suitable for me," Robert Miller said with a smile.

Indeed, druids are not suited to wear metal armor, as it can dull their sensitivity to nature. But as for weapons—by the gods—those non-metal items that are as hard or even harder than metal are rare magical artifacts, and few ordinary druids can possess them. If druids couldn't wield metal weapons, they might as well hang themselves.

Take a wooden stick to the battlefield?

There's no such joke in this world, and fortunately, druids here are not like that.

"Ah, this is Captain Richard's idea? Don't worry, I, Old William, will put my heart into forging it. How many days do you need?"

"Uncle William, how many days do you think it will take?"

"Mm, this is a rapier, right? The dimensions aren't long. Let me take a look first."

Robert Miller nodded and handed the blueprint to Old Blacksmith. In fact, this was a longsword from his original world, and he was very familiar with its dimensions and manufacture, having collected famous swords in his previous life. After some modifications, compared to the longswords and greatswords of this world, it naturally looked more like a rapier. Then, he casually observed the blacksmith shop.

Although he had seen it countless times before, this was the first time he looked at it with the eyes of a mature customer. After a few minutes, although he wasn't an expert in weapons and forging, he had appraised and collected many famous swords and knives, and had to admit that whether it was farm tools or weapons, they were not just for show but were practical tools.

Not to mention the farm tools, but with his discerning eye, he could tell that the sword displayed in the shop as a finished product was definitely not just for decoration. The tough and flexible blade, the sharp and chilling edge—all proved it was truly a deadly weapon.

Of course, Robert Miller also knew very well that this longsword was not a masterpiece, much less a magical weapon, but for him at this stage, a weapon of this quality was already quite good.

After looking over the blueprint, Old Blacksmith said in surprise, "This sword is quite good. Did Captain Richard draw this for you?"

This time, Robert Miller just smiled and said nothing more.

But this attitude made Old Blacksmith even more suspicious. Not knowing Robert Miller's current status, he became even more cautious and attentive. "No problem, three days. Uncle William will have it ready for you in three days."

"And how much will it cost?"

Hearing this, Old William thought for a moment, hesitated a bit, then smiled and said, "It's nothing, thirty silver coins will do."

That was indeed a discounted price, almost at cost with a slight profit. Robert Miller smiled and agreed readily, but the payment would be made upon collection. Old William had no objection to this, knowing that Robert Miller had just become a druid and had no money at the moment!

Not leaving immediately, Robert Miller glanced at the large furnace in the center of the room, thought for a moment, and said, "I also need a small knife for handling game, for rough tasks like skinning."

As Robert Miller spoke, he looked around and asked, "Uncle William, do you need firewood?"