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In the Blacksmith Shop, the flames in the furnace danced.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of burning coke.

Carpenters and blacksmiths crowded together, shoulder to shoulder, watching intently as the slaves moved in a giant contraption.

The forging machine stood over two meters tall, its top almost touching the ceiling,

Everyone's eyes were wide open, trying hard to etch the machine into their minds.

With forging hammers and roller mills preceding it, who doesn't know the Lord's craftsmanship by now?

The Lord's creations must be masterpieces.

News of the forging machine's creation had already spread through the Blacksmith Shop.

Everyone had heard the principles explained by Lord Luo De, so now as they saw the machine, some clever ones began to figure things out.

Especially Hammer.

At this moment, he stood at the very front, his gaze darting back and forth over the forging machine; his heart pounded violently, like a drumstick beating against his chest.

"My Lord,"

Hammer swallowed hard, his voice a bit shaky,

"Are you going to release the clamp on this wheel, letting this iron block drop and press the iron plate into the pit below, right?"

Hammer had been involved in the making of this machine and understood the principles well.

Not only that, Luo De had even given him special instructions, so he was already quite familiar with it.

"The iron block is the upper mold, and the pit is the lower mold."

Luo De corrected Hammer with a smile, "The upper mold functions like your heavy hammer hitting iron material, directly pressing the iron plate into the lower mold, forming it."

"However, this thing is much more precise and powerful than a hammer."

When the upper mold slides down, it is secured by dual tracks on both sides, preventing any misalignment.

It's akin to ancient guillotines seen in Luo De's previous life movies.

Bard stood next to Hammer, his lean and tall frame leaning slightly forward, his eyes narrowed into slits.

"My Lord, the iron mold on top..."

Bard licked his chapped lips, "How was it made? So intricate, it doesn't look like it was hammered out, does it?"

The other blacksmiths shared the same curiosity, all ears, intently watching Luo De.

Luo De chuckled, "The mold was cast, which took some work."

He began to explain in a calm, steady voice,

"The Black Stone Stronghold has a blast furnace, that's where it was made. Hammer knows."

"First, we carved a positive mold from wood, then mixed river sand, loess, and wood ash with water in a wooden box to make wet sand."

"Next, we pressed the carved wooden positive mold into it and withdrew it, forming a negative mold cavity."

"It's important to dry the negative mold cavity by placing it near a kiln or charcoal fire to remove moisture, otherwise it will explode when molten iron is poured in."

"Finally, we poured molten iron from the blast furnace into the sand mold to cast it."

The blacksmiths were entranced; some nodded subconsciously, others clenched their fists, deep in thought.

Bard muttered, "This isn't easy..."

"Indeed, it's prone to failure, but you'll get it with a few more tries."

Luo De casually replied, "We tried four or five times and selected the best mold, then it was just a matter of polishing and assembling."

"In comparison, the lower mold is much simpler."

"I see."

Bard nodded.

The lower mold was made by Bard and the carpenters together.

After adjusting it to fit the cast iron upper mold, Bard encased it with an iron sheet.

The lower mold had slightly raised edges, with drawer-like slots on four sides and movable iron clasps at the front and back.

This ensured that when the upper mold came down, it wouldn't misalign or shoot off.

After Luo De's explanation, the blacksmiths fell into silence.

This thing was so complex, it impacted them as much as extraordinary Magic did.

But while extraordinary Magic was a legend, the machine was right there.

The Blacksmith Shop fell quiet, with only the crackling of the furnace fire.

After a while, Hammer spoke up, "My Lord, shall we try out this machine?"

"Sure, would you like to?"

Luo De said, "I can let you be the first to try, Hammer."

Hammer quickly shook his head, "No, no, my Lord, everyone worked on this machine for over a month, tweaking it back and forth to get it right. You should be the one to operate it."

Hammer couldn't help but step back, "Once you teach us, we'll take over."

"This machine requires us to work together to use it properly."

Luo De reached out and pulled Hammer back, "No worries, listen to my instructions."

"Bain, you come too."

Luo De instructed, pointing at the Yak People.

The Yak People were startled, "Me?"

"Come on."

Luo De urged, and Bain obediently stepped forward.

The forging machine was overwhelming to the human blacksmiths, and even more baffling for Bain, the Yakman.

Luo De positioned Bain and Hammer, then turned to use tongs to grab a prepared iron plate, placing it onto the furnace to heat.

Once the iron plate was red hot, Luo De immediately picked it up and inserted it into the groove of the lower mold,

"Hammer, lock the sides!"

At Luo De's command, Hammer quickly secured the lower mold's clamps.

Meanwhile, Luo De had already moved to one side of the forging machine,

"Back up five steps!"

As soon as Luo De finished speaking, he kicked open the opening on the ratchet wheel!

With a screeching sound—

The pulley operated by cords squeaked, then came a loud bang!

Bang!

The upper mold smashed down hard, shaking the ground!

The red-hot iron plate was instantly deformed, sunken into the lower mold!

The blacksmiths widened their eyes, wanting to step forward, but Luo De held them back with an outstretched hand.

"Bain!"

Luo De shouted,

"Press with me!"

The Yak People, unsure of what was happening, followed Luo De's direction anyway, grasping the mold's handle with their sturdy arms!

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