The Witcher: Elemental Lords

Seeing this, Dorai's spirit lifted. He had practiced basic boxing, and although he couldn't grasp this set of Cross Fist techniques at a glance, he could figure out the main ideas of the person who designed the fist techniques. Although it was a fist technique mainly focused on defense, any fist technique was something you couldn't learn outside without spending money, and he felt like he had found a treasure.

Thinking of this, he carefully read the fist techniques again, earnestly memorizing them, including the fist techniques, key points of the movements, precautions, and so on. He read very carefully, memorizing and practicing at the same time.

Otto lay in the doghouse, watching Dorai practicing, and felt relieved. He had finally guided this kid onto the right path. As long as he was willing to practice, and with his magical conditioning at night, it shouldn't take long to reach the apprentice level. Once he reached the apprentice level, he could find a decent job and wouldn't have to work in the mines.

He had been wandering around the mines these past few nights, and after seeing the environment of the mines, he sighed slightly in his heart. This was just a place to survive, not a place to make money. Moreover, Dorai was still young, and his salary was just enough for one person to spend, not even enough to get sick. How could such a life work?

As his benefactor, Otto felt it was necessary to improve his life. Fortunately, Dorai was not the kind of person who couldn't be helped. He also knew how to improve, and with a little thought, this guy got on the right track himself, which was not bad.

Emmm, I'll go look again tonight to see if there are any small veins of magic crystal mines in other places. Absorbing it is so enjoyable, I feel like I'm getting addicted.

Awoo, awoo, awoo, this kind of life is really great!

Changing to a different mine was not as worrying as Dorai had imagined. The salary was actually higher, and his body was also getting better. As long as the salary was enough, life was even better than before, and he didn't feel as scared as before. As for that damned Otto, Dorai thought that as long as he avoided him, he wouldn't have to be afraid at all.

Now he was just afraid that someone would inform on him and leak his whereabouts. With Otto's meticulous and vengeful nature, he probably wouldn't get any benefits.

However, soon, five or six days passed, and Otto didn't find Dorai. On the contrary, Dorai's Cross Fist techniques went from being unfamiliar at the beginning to being proficient now.

Life seemed to be developing in a good direction.

On February 1st, Dorai was awakened by the sound of raindrops falling on the awning. Hearing this sound, he jumped out of bed and went to the window to look out. In the still dark morning, large raindrops fell from the sky, forming puddles on the ground. Where there were many puddles, the water overflowed and flowed into small ditches, and the sound of gurgling water poured into his ears.

It's raining, damn it, I can't go to work today.

Rain meant that he wouldn't be able to work for two or three days, and he would have to live off his savings. At three copper coins a day, he would need at least ten copper coins. Dorai felt a wail in his heart when he thought of this.

It was hard enough to save thirteen copper coins, and now it was all gone.

Even God was against him. Thinking of this, a look of sorrow appeared on his face. He felt like he had been busy for nothing these past few days. He could still endure the rain in the past, but now that he was learning boxing, he needed a lot of food every day. How could he endure this?

Sighing, Dorai lay back on the bed, wondering what to do on a rainy day. He couldn't just sit and do nothing. If he really lay around for three or five days, he wouldn't be able to buy that dictionary!

It was really a dilemma.

Thinking of this, Dorai sat cross-legged on the bed, sitting until dawn.

He was now used to the sitting posture. His legs would go numb and then not numb. After sitting for a while, he felt his whole body relax, which was also very beneficial for rest. After practicing the exercises for a long time, Dorai didn't feel very sleepy. His whole body was full of energy, but there was one drawback: he got hungry easily.

Physical development required food, and learning boxing also required food. He didn't have enough money for food in the first place. If he rested for three or five days without any income, Dorai felt like he would go crazy.

Thinking about this, he thought until dawn.

Just then, a clanging sound startled him. It was the sound of the blacksmith shop hammering iron, which was particularly loud in the early morning.

Dorai's heart immediately perked up. He could go to the blacksmith shop. With his current physique, he would definitely be able to get a job as a helper. He had applied before, but people dismissed him with a few words, saying that his body was not good enough. Now it would definitely work.

Blacksmith shops were also a specialty of Domeng City. There were two types of blacksmith shops in Domeng City: one that forged ore and one that forged various ironware.

Blacksmith shops that forged ore were called official shops, meaning that only the government could open them. They collected ore from various mines and refined it themselves, smelting iron ore into iron ingots. This was a unique business.

Of course, raw ore didn't necessarily have to be smelted in Domeng County. Every year after winter, various merchant teams would also come from outside to collect ore and transport it to other places for smelting. It's just that in Domeng County, private smelting was not allowed.

And there were many of the second type of blacksmith shop, making various weapons, farm tools, repairing carriages, and forging various odds and ends. There were several of them on the edge of the slums, and they often hired helpers.

The salary of a helper was very low, only three copper coins a day, but they provided meals all day, which was definitely a good job for Dorai.

Thinking of this, he put on his tattered clothes, said hello to Otto, pushed open the door, and rushed into the cold rain.

Domeng City was not big. Relying on the mines, the people of Domeng City lived quite well, except for the people in the slums, who had decent lives in other places.

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Leaving the slums and walking a little further along the street, you would reach the ordinary residential area and commercial area of Domeng City. This area was the largest in Domeng City. Early in the morning, the clanging sound came from various places, decorating the morning of Domeng City. Usually at this time, it was the time for the miners to go to work, and it was very lively with people coming and going, but today it was raining heavily, and there was no one on the street, only a few blacksmith shop workers were still hammering iron under the shed.

Dorai was also an old hand here. He often wandered around here, knowing which one was cheap, which one was expensive, which one had more work and which one had less. He didn't deliberately want to learn any skills, just worked a few odd jobs, of course, only choosing the one that paid the most.

Soon, he came to the door of Old Ke's Blacksmith Shop in the rain.

At this moment, he was completely soaked, his hair and clothes were full of water, and he quickly came to the side of the stove.

The blacksmith also recognized Dorai, and while burning the fire, he joked, "It's you kid, why are you here today, aren't you going to the mine!"

"It's raining so hard, how can I go? I'm here today to ask if you need a helper, paid daily, I'll work for a few days." He rolled up his sleeves, revealing his strong shoulders and arms.

The blacksmith was stunned for a moment. He was about to mock him, but when he saw Dorai's exposed arms, he thought, "Oh ho, there's something there." So he smiled honestly and said, "You wait, I'll go ask Brother Ha." After speaking, he put down the bellows and walked to the back.

Old Ke's Blacksmith Shop was divided into two parts, the front stall and the back workshop. The back workshop was in the back, mainly for the secondary processing and purification of the purchased iron ingots, which was generally not done outside, while the front stall was the place for formal blacksmithing.