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"It's almost impossible, kid." Goodell didn't mean to hit Nathanos, but it was what it was. Nathanos said nothing more, and Goodell knew he had not given up.

"Let's get down to business, Nathanos, which aspect of casting do you want to learn, weapon research or material smelting?"

"I want to learn both."

"Greedy kid." Goodell smiled, and he took down a tomahawk from the shelf nearby. It looked a bit old, and there were many gaps on the ax blade.

"Do you know what this is?"

Nathanos looked at it carefully: "It's an axe, and it's very old. Why don't you mend it?"

Goodell put the ax back and replied: "This is my first piece, kid. I even burned the house down to build it and my dad gave me a slap in the face, haha." Goodell laughed.

Come on, this was a long time ago.

"Nathanos, if you want to build a sword or anything else, you must go alone to find the materials you think are most useful."

"The most useful material?"

"Yes." Goodell nodded: "The best material is not necessarily the most suitable. You have to judge and decide for yourself, and then build the most convenient equipment yourself. The great thing about a weapon is not how powerful it is.

The power lies in the fact that it is held in the hands of its owner. Although this ax is very old and has little lethality, as long as I appear on the battlefield with it, I can feel at ease and fearless. Understand.

Are you done, Nathanos?"

The boy nodded, "Then how should I collect materials?"

"The land of the Kingdom of Lordaeron is very rich, and there are a lot of minerals, but most of them are owned by the government. The best place to collect minerals is the Alterac Snow Mountains. It is frozen and few people set foot on it, and there are also very few mineral deposits.

Mining.”

"How do I tell them apart?"

Goodell is becoming more and more fond of Nathanos, a child, and he will always ask the key points. The dwarf took out a soot-covered book from the bottom of the cabinet in the corner, patted it and handed it to Nathanos.

"Structure and Distribution of Mineral Deposits", Nathanos only recognized a few of the characters on it, but fortunately there were illustrations in it.

"The author of this book is Brian Bronzebeard. He is a great adventurer. He has been to many places and has seen more things than anyone else."

Written by a dwarf? Nathanos looked at the human words on the book. The wrinkled writing was still well preserved, and there was no illegible handwriting. "Is this the only one?"

"Of course not. There is also a dwarven translation, but you will definitely not be able to read it."

"Can you let me see it too?" Nathanos said.

Goodell couldn't bear to refuse him, so he gave the book to Nathanos. It was exactly the same as Goodell said, and he couldn't understand a word of it.

In the next month, Gray Mines went around recruiting guild members, and most of the children chose to join. Nathanos had been learning the language, even forgetting to eat and sleep. And he often asked Goodell for more information in the blacksmith shop.

Regarding the question of rangers, Goodell actually doesn’t know much about rangers. Most of what he knows is what he has heard, so he can only tell Nathanos that rangers generally live in trees and have insight, analysis, and

Other good aspects are many times higher than ordinary people. This is indeed nonsense, especially living in a tree. Goodall said this just hoping to use Nathanos's dream to make him focus more on his studies. This is a good trick

But what he didn't know was that Nathanos believed it, and he became more taciturn and more focused on books than before. Since Nathanos studied in Goodell's blacksmith shop, Jonathan also often came to visit Gudel.

Del, chatting with him about Nathanos's situation, and over time, the two of them became good friends.

"You mean Nathanos wants to be a ranger?" Jonathan was drinking beer with Goodell, and Nathanos was still attending class in the chapel.

"Yes." Goodell put away an empty bottle. "He asked me a lot about the ranger, but I have never seen the ranger. I can only tell him what I heard. But the ranger only has Quill.

It is indeed true that the Ranger General of Silas can be appointed and dismissed, but the Ranger General is an elf, and it is impossible for a human to obtain the glory that should belong to his own people."

Jonathan laughed and said: "It's really hard for you, Goodell. If Nathanos's father, Braed, knows, he will definitely beat Nathanos."

Goodell knew it was just a joke, but a worry suddenly arose in his heart. He continued: "I don't have the heart to destroy a child's childhood dream. Jonathan, Nathanos is very talented. Last time he just watched me play."

After a few attempts, he can imitate the outline of my skills. I used his dreams to make him more focused on how to learn next, and he did exactly what I said."

"Regarding this, I want to thank you on behalf of Nathanos' parents, Goodell. This child has indeed worked harder than he did a month ago, exceeding everyone's expectations." Jonathan happily drank the remaining wine in the bottle.

After finishing the drink, Goodell gave him another bottle. The dwarf thought for a while and finally expressed his worries.

"It's a good thing that Nathanos is like this, Jonathan. But this is where I'm worried. This kid is too persistent, isn't he?"

Jonathan gradually lost his smile: "You mean Nathanos will never give up his dream of becoming a ranger?"

The dwarf nodded: "Yes, everything he is doing now is chasing his impossible dream. What if he finally knows the result? This is too cruel to him."

"I understand your worries, friend. But Nathanos is still young and there are some things he doesn't understand yet, but I believe Nathanos will figure it out one day." Jonathan replied.

The dwarf looked outside the blacksmith shop with slightly trembling eyes, "Maybe we all underestimated this young man. Maybe he doesn't care about whether he can become a ranger."

"What's the meaning?"

"Did you have a hero as a child? Jonathan."

"Of course, my hero is Emperor Thoradin. I want to be like him, holding weapons and expanding the territory." Jonathan laughed when he said this, "As a result, I am now staying on the streets of Lordaeron.

Give sweets to children."

"Haha..." Goodell was amused by this answer. "Yes, everyone has a few unrealistic dreams in childhood. You and I are the same, but Nathanos is different."

"What's different about my nephew?"

Goodell sighed. He was thinking about how to answer this question, but the more he thought about it, the more panic he felt in his heart. It seemed that he had done something wrong, and the expression on his face became more and more nervous.

"What's wrong with you? Goodell." Jonathan asked.

"His dream may not be to become a ranger, but to be a hero in his mind."

"Every kid is like that, isn't he?"

The dwarf shook his head, "The hero in his mind may be him in the future."
Chapter completed!