"Alright, Joyce Harris. Please tell Old Miller that his son is a natural-born blacksmith. I will definitely teach him everything I know. But starting today, he will have to stay here with me." Warren Clark was a straightforward person; once he saw Sean Carter's potential, he immediately decided to take him as an apprentice.

"Alright, I'll tell Bond Miller." Joyce Harris stepped forward, took Sean Carter's hand, and said, "Brave Sean Carter, I knew you would succeed. You must keep working hard here as well."

"Aunt Joyce Harris, how did you know I would succeed?"

Joyce Harris smiled gently. Although she wasn't beautiful, at that moment she gave him a very warm feeling.

"Sean Carter, I watched you practice chopping wood at home." Joyce Harris said with a cheerful smile, "Anyway, congratulations."

"Mm, thank you. Aunt Joyce Harris, I'm going to stay here and learn from Uncle Warren Clark. If possible, please help me take care of my father."

Joyce Harris smiled kindly, but a rare blush appeared on her face.

That night, together with Warren Clark, they saw Joyce Harris and the three young men off. Seeing the gloom on their faces, Sean Carter suddenly felt a strange sensation in his heart. If he hadn't gotten this learning device and mastered the first two sections of the basic radio calisthenics, maybe he would have had the same expression on his face.

"Sean Carter, since you want to learn from me, you must follow my rules." Warren Clark said seriously, "I won't give you any special treatment, so you need to think it through."

"Yes, Uncle Warren Clark, but I have a small request."

"What is it?"

"I'd like to sleep in a room by myself at night. I'm not used to sharing a bed with others."

"Uh?" Although Warren Clark didn't understand why Sean Carter had such a strange preference, for Joyce Harris's sake, he agreed without hesitation.

After settling Sean Carter into a separate room, Edward Reed said enviously, "Sean Carter, you're really strong."

"You're strong too," Sean Carter said sincerely.

"No, I'm already twenty-five today, and I've been training for twelve years." Edward Reed said with certainty, "You'll definitely become a qualified blacksmith in the future, I'm sure of it."

Sean Carter helplessly slapped his forehead and groaned, "Oh, a blacksmith..."

Chapter 15: Three Months of Progress

"Ding, ding, ding..."

The continuous sound of hammering came from the smithy, maintaining an extremely steady rhythm, pleasant and melodious.

Warren Clark looked at Sean Carter with satisfaction. Although he wasn't very tall, when he swung that heavy hammer, people completely overlooked his height and age.

Warren Clark didn't understand why such great strength resided in that small body, but he was certain that if Sean Carter kept working hard, he would definitely become an outstanding blacksmith, even surpassing himself.

For a blacksmith, strength is just the most basic requirement. Besides strength, there are many other things to master—whether it's material selection, controlling the fire, tempering, or shaping, each holds an extremely important place.

Some things, even Warren Clark himself was still constantly exploring.

Edward Reed had followed him for twelve years, and during those years, he had taught him all his skills without reservation. But Edward Reed still couldn't compare to him, especially when it came to tempering. Whether it was strength or control of the heat, there was a clear gap between them.

It wasn't that Edward Reed didn't work hard, he just couldn't do it. Sometimes, he knew exactly where to strike, but when the hammer came down, it was always just a bit off.

Both Warren Clark and Edward Reed understood that this was the difference—only after countless practice could one gradually mature in skill.

However, the two of them were pleasantly surprised to find that with Sean Carter, the time it took for this skill to mature was drastically shortened.

Three months—within just three short months, Sean Carter's mastery of tempering had grown to an unbelievable level.

Watching him hold the rough iron blank in one hand and raise the heavy hammer with the other, Warren Clark couldn't help but wonder if this kid had been a master blacksmith in a previous life.

Every strike from Sean Carter seemed to maintain a steady rhythm, like the most precise clock, without a single mistake. Each blow was delivered with the same force, and the points of impact on the rough blank were exceptionally even. Most importantly, he seemed to have a natural, extraordinary control—whenever he wanted to hit a certain spot, the hammer would land exactly there.

Such an incredible talent was enough to drive Edward Reed mad with envy. Oh, even Warren Clark sometimes couldn't help but feel the same way—this kid was simply born to be a blacksmith.

"Hiss—"

He plunged the red-hot iron blank held in the tongs into the deep well water, producing a choking white steam.

Sean Carter squinted slightly and began to put the blank back into the furnace.