Until now, every metal tool of the Ross tribe is valuable, and the tribe has not squandered enough to use the iron tools at will.
Wealthy warriors would go to the blacksmith and order chain mail made of wrought iron wire. Although wire drawing is not too troublesome work, it is very tedious work to twist the small iron bars into a ring with pliers and then weave them together, and the blacksmith will naturally charge a lot of money.
Among the Ross tribe, only a few people actually own their own chain mail.
Most people involved in combat generally wore leather armor for protection on key parts of the body.
Rosin, a thick slurry with a special smell, was sometimes burned by priests to add to the mystery of the ceremony with the scent of incense.
More often than not, this substance is used either as fuel for torches or as a leather hardener.
The cowhide purchased from the southern tribes is processed by applying rosin. The rosin penetrates into the cowhide and is completely dried and hardened. The entire cowhide becomes quite hard.
This kind of leather armor can withstand most cuts from iron swords, and is almost completely immune to rare arrows on the battlefield!
It is the only thing that cannot withstand the powerful and heavy blows of a tomahawk. Similarly, the expensive chain armor may not be completely damaged in the face of a critical strike from a tomahawk. Its owner may have been beaten to death. All torn apart.
If the owner of the leather armor is worried, then wear a double layer of leather armor, or even put another layer of leather armor on the belly. Such an assembly can effectively resist the sharp edge of an iron sword, and also has a certain resistance to the thrust of the sword's edge.
Even if the wrought iron sword has been quenched, its strength is still not satisfactory.
The tribal blacksmith's sword-sharpening skills are actually quite high. Due to the material defects of the iron sword, for example, when Klavasen polishes an ordinary iron sword, he himself feels that the polish is almost the same. When observing the blade at a microscopic scale, it is obvious that the blade is not sharp enough. But it is zigzag-shaped, and in many places it is also in a slightly curled state.
Because of the tribe's fighting style, each warrior always had a buckler strapped to his left hand, and their enemies often did the same. In a fight between two people, it is not easy to find a chance to kill with a sharp sword. On the contrary, chopping to cause damage is an easier way to succeed.
The worst thing, and what a warrior needs to avoid the most, is the collision of two iron swords.
However, using the sword to block in battle is a compulsory course for every warrior. Two less-hard sword blades collide with each other. After a battle, the winner must also face the bad problems of bending, breaking and curling of his own iron sword.
After a fierce battle, if the warrior does not have another weapon, he can only continue fighting with a sword that can be said to break an iron rod until he can achieve perfection.
This is why Rurik ordered a special steel sword to cut six layers of cowhide at once, which would give the Klavasen father and son a great shock.
Klavasen did it himself. He didn't use much force at all, and the six layers of cowhide were cut into a very smooth cross-section, which shone in the reflection of the flames of the stove.
Kawei brought over an iron sword that reflected gray-white light and looked at its length. Rurik felt that it was at least two-thirds stika.
His estimate was quite accurate.
"Rurik, look at this sword. It's white and bright." Klavasen introduced it at the right time. "This is my favorite work. Most of the iron swords I make look like this. Many people in the tribe use them." It's my sword. Now, your sword, it has become my latest masterpiece."
"Really? I want to see the chop. I want to make sure it can cut off an ordinary iron sword!" Rurik urged.
"Okay, next..." Klavasen handed the sword to his son and gave special instructions: "This is a short sword. Remember to use your maximum strength to chop. Don't worry about anything. I guess the iron sword will do it." Cut off." Finally, he patted his son's strong shoulder again.
Kawei, the son of a blacksmith, he just looks a little thin.
Little did he know that when this man took off his thick leather jacket and appeared in a linen shirt, the muscle texture of his arms really made Rurik envious.
This is not surprising at all. Any master oarsman or blacksmith in the tribe will always have some disharmony between their arms and body, simply because they need the muscles of their arms so much in their lives.
Kawei can swing a large forest ax, and within ten swings, a big tree can be chopped down.
Now he was wielding a short sword. Although it felt awkward in the hand, he had no problem making a powerful and heavy chop.
Two small whetstones lift the iron sword up, leaving a hollow chopping position underneath.
"Ready to go! I wish I could."
Kawei twisted his neck hard. He only held the dagger with his right hand, just like a normal warrior. Under the watchful eyes of Rurik and Klavasen, he mobilized all his strength and struck hard.
Everything happened so fast, with just a snap, without any delay, the iron sword was really cut into two sections.
Immediately afterwards, there was the metallic impact of the iron sword broken into two pieces falling to the ground.
"Ah! I succeeded!"
Kawei was still dazed, but Klavason roared excitedly, raised his hands again, lifted Rurik up and spun him around, and then put him on the ground.
"Blacksmith, you are so excited." Rurik complained, but he was very happy in his heart.
Kawei, who was holding the dagger in his hand, suddenly felt a strong possessive desire in his heart. The dagger is so magical. If it were longer, wouldn't it be comparable to the leader's divine sword?
Times have really changed! Once upon a time, in the entire tribe, only the leader's "Destroyer" could truly cut through an iron sword with ease, and the blade was not damaged at all.
The dagger in his hand does the same thing. Although it does not have beautiful patterns, its overall bright whiteness and the extremely bright whiteness of the blade are not another kind of extreme beauty?
Just when Kawei's heart was pounding and he fell into an inextricable narcissism, Klavasen roared with excitement, roaring his soul back.
"Silly boy, don't be in a daze! Check to see if the blade is damaged."
"Oh! I'll take a look."
This sword belonged to the child Rurik. After Kawei regained his consciousness, he knew that this thing belonged to someone else. But I didn't lose at all. In ten days, I and my father personally completed the entire transformation from iron ore to divine sword. With the first success, it is no longer difficult to succeed again.
Kawei had a better eye than Klavason. He kept his eyes wide open and held his sword to the coals, hoping that the light would help him see the smallest damage.
Is there really any damage?
Kawei's eyes couldn't reach the level of a microscope at all. He couldn't see any damage, and he boldly touched it lightly with his fingers. The sharp feeling was full of danger, as if if he applied a little force, his fingers would be cut. Gotta bleed!
"Ah! Dad, it's really not damaged. This sword is really amazing!"
At this point, Rurik has gotten the sword he wanted.
Klavason tried hard to suppress the joy of his success. He turned around suddenly and put his hands on Rurik's young shoulders. His eyes were filled with a strong sense of urgency, and his beard was trembling strangely.
"Rurik, your sword is finished. Now...now you must tell me all the reasons for this as agreed. I...I even."
"You..." Rurik was a little confused for a moment.
"Thank you, you let me see a miracle. I don't even want you to have a silver coin. I just ask you to tell me the principle of everything. I want to know Odin's wisdom."
"Okay, I...I just want you to take your hands away now."
As soon as Rurik finished speaking, Klavasen decisively let go of his hand.
"Okay, I will tell you the principle. You can even produce iron swords by yourself in the future. I am a man of my word, and I will give you a lot of silver coins. But..."
"How is it?" Clavarson asked.
"I have taught you the techniques for making a good sword, and I will also tell you the principles. You got the techniques from me, so do you also have to pay some compensation?"
"Of course, I will definitely do it." Klavasen replied very simply, but Rurik's next words made the old guy a little embarrassed.
"Maybe you think you can buy all the technology from me by paying a sum of money. Even if you have successfully completed it once, even if you don't get paid, you can still continue to make good swords. Now I want to make a condition, I will I will tell you the principles of everything, and as a price, you will give me a certain amount of compensation for every good sword you make in the future."
"Huh?!" Klavasen thought he heard an incredible request.
"Didn't you hear clearly? Okay, let me explain again..."
It would be difficult for an ancient person to understand that knowledge requires payment. In this era, scientific inventions often come from craftsmen, and the purpose of inventions is also to make production faster. The work of inventors does promote social progress, but often inventors do not receive much benefit from their inventions.
Only those inventors who are favored by the monarch can be rewarded. The rest of the inventors' creations are often used and promoted by imitators for the first time.
Rurik spent a lot of time before he made the Kravassins understand his request.
Seeing the hesitation of the two people, Rurik had an idea: "I won't charge you too much money, don't worry. I paid at least twenty silver coins for this sword, and you also spent ten days on it. .Actually, in my opinion, if you make a good sword that is two-thirds the length of a stika, you can definitely price it at fifty silver coins.
Believe me, any warrior would long for a sword that is as sharp as clay and very beautiful. As your skills become more and more proficient, it will not take ten days to build a sword.
I charge a tenth of your money. If a sword is sold for fifty silver coins, I charge five silver coins.
What do you think? "
When Rurik said this, Klavasen and Kawei were really moved.
They understand the thoughts of the warriors. Everyone who came to their shop to buy swords and have them repaired was full of praise for the leader's sword.
It can be seen that their desire for the divine sword does not need words to describe.
Klavason thought about it again and stamped his foot vigorously: "Okay, Rurik, I will listen to you."
"Very good, we also need to sign a written agreement for this."
"Huh? Do you still want to carve it on the wooden board?"
"Of course. Just like you carve the clan's orders on a wooden board to facilitate your memory, I do the same. We have to sign a contract and carve it on the wooden board to remind you that I will always remember it."
This boy will be the future chief, not just because of an oracle, but because of his actions.
Klavasen thought nothing more and immediately ordered his son to get another oak board.
"No! It's two oak boards. There are two copies of our agreement, one for you and one for me. This is our contract."
"Okay! Kawei, take two, two without any engraving." Klavasen further ordered.
The rune alphabet is only used by a few people. After all, it is a kind of writing. Iron forging is a technically demanding job, and the blacksmiths must learn the writing of their own ethnic group. Writing is really good. With it, by chiseling the customer's requirements or scratching them with a knife blade, the blacksmith can always know the order of his work plan, so that no customer is delayed.
Holding a small carving knife in his hand, Rurik extemporaneously described the content of the agreement while paying attention to Klavasen's chiselled words to make sure that the words were clear.
Since the terms Rurik asked for were not many and it took little time, Klavasen got it done.
This contract is the second written commercial cooperation contract of the Ross tribe, and it is also the most important contract regarding blacksmiths.
For the sake of the contract, Rurik temporarily named the newly completed steel sword "stelsvard", which means "hard sword".
There are only two terms in the contract:
First: for every hard sword made, Rurik himself has 10% of the profit, and the sale of each sword must be reported to Rurik.
Second: This contract stipulates that all iron products processed by hard sword processing must be paid to Rurik with 10% of the profit. Iron products processed by traditional methods and all bronzes are not covered by the contract.
In addition, there are some swearing words such as "The contract is mutually fair, under the dual supervision of Odin and Thor, and those who embezzle wealth will be punished by the gods."
Would it be useful to add such language? Rurik believes it is useful, even if people's hearts will change. Due to the fact that everyone in this time and space is generally superstitious, they believe that there are great beings in this world who supervise various affairs in the human world.
Klavasen carved two wooden boards, and Rurik even took a chisel and hammer to carve his name on the two wooden boards.
"Ah? Do you still want to engrave my name on it?" Klavasen asked curiously, "I already have the board in my hand."
"We must engrave the name, which means we personally acknowledge that it is valid."
"Do you think I will have problems with my character after I've lived a long time?" Klavasen asked gently in displeasure.
"No. This is a necessary ceremony and a proof of the spirit of our contract. We need such a meaningful ceremony."
Klavasen thought for a moment, and Rurik had a point.
Thinking about it more carefully, this contract is obviously beneficial to me!
Think about it, in the past, it often only cost three silver coins to make an iron sword, but the result was completely different when making a hard sword called "stelsvard". A hard sword cost fifty silver coins. After excluding the money dedicated to Rurik and the cost of charcoal and whetstones paid by himself, his family could still earn forty silver coins.
Even if three swords are made in one month, this is a huge income of at least 120 silver coins! In the past, my family could not earn so much in a year.
Rurik's mind was filled with the process of signing a modern agreement, although in this time and space he was limited by the problem of signing materials and had to simplify the content.
After the contract was signed, he estimated that Klavason would not be stupid enough to tear up the agreement for no reason for the huge benefits. Often those who break the agreement do so because they find greater opportunities to gain benefits.
Rurik really couldn't imagine how he, Klavasen and even Kawei, could find a more efficient and safe way to make money, besides learning the technology of making steel from here.
At present, they only know the technology and don’t know the principles at all.
Rurik put the board away and sighed comfortably.
Klavasen did not feel at all that it was time to relax. At this moment, the old guy looked at Rurik and asked sincerely: "Dear Rurik, can you tell me the principle of everything now?"
"Now, isn't it a little late?"
"It's not too late! It's not too late!" Clavarson ordered his son again: "Go find your mother, cut some meat, and bring some bread slices. Go quickly!"
Seeing Kawei run away quickly, he faced Rurik again: "I'll prepare some food for you. You can eat it slowly. You must tell me the reason."
"Okay, I was going to tell you. When Kawei comes back, the three of us will sit here, and I will tell you some truths about our human world that you will never believe. I hope you will I express my sincere admiration for the great wisdom of Odin and Thor."
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Chapter 100 Business Contract with the Blacksmiths Clavarson Family
