"Don't even think about it without ten or twenty years!"
Lynn couldn't help but furrow his brow.
The progress of those blacksmith apprentices seemed to be much slower than he imagined.
However, Lynn also understood.
Compared to the Dwarf Race, which had a natural talent for forging, humans were indeed inferior.
Flint sighed a bit and said, "It's just me, with the patience. If it were other dwarves, they would've jumped and started hammering people already."
"It's been a few months, and they've only learned a bit of forging from my hand."
"For them to graduate, they must at least forge a whole set of scale armor with chain liner armor that satisfies me!"
"Otherwise, they can obediently follow behind me, getting scolded and eating dust!"
Lynn nodded and said, "Sir Flint, is there a faster way?"
If these apprentices could forge armor of "fine" quality, that would be best.
If not, they at least need to forge "ordinary" level.
