Benjamin Blacksmith Shop Novels & Stories

Zayna's words came true in just a matter of hours. When Benjamin returned to his adventure gear shop after meeting Zayna, several new customers had already arrived, eager to meet him and strike up a conversation. "I didn’t know there was a shop this well-stocked in the area. I’ll definitely come back and bring some friends along," said Hugo, one of Benjamin’s new customers. "I’ll be looking forward to it. Kim will help you find everything you need if I’m not around," Benjamin replied, glancing toward Kimberly, who was busy near the cashier.

Clearly, he could see that it hurt his father's reputation, for being publicly embarrassed both by his name being slammed across every media site, when it had nothing to do with praising his name. He was angry, but being angry wouldn't help to tackle the issue at hand. The Blacksmiths! Someone had called the Blacksmiths on them, and they had no idea who it was, what agenda that person had to make if not to kill the Castillo family, and take their business. The Blacksmiths are a secret organization dealing with mercenaries, more like hired assassins in the underground known for their ruthless ways of killing their victims. The unique thing about them is their secrecy and coordinated way of do

I urged Thomas and we walked to the blacksmith shop. As we entered, he raised an eyebrow after seeing the works being done by John. “This is the famous mined lead I've heard about, right?” He gasped.

Hopping to her feet, Charlotte led the children outside and began touring them around the large city. "This shop here belongs to the best blacksmith there is, a reputation so famous that people from all over the empire come just to make a request!" Charlotte brought the children inside the store that exclusively sold weapons, which were out on display. The weapons displayed were arts of crafted beauty, decorated with gems and crystals, forged into existence using rare high-grade materials. The doorbell jingled, signaling the arrival of customers. Maria saw a broad, tall, muscular elf appear. The man carried more of masculine vibe than the regular gentle attractiveness seen in elves.

Or he had chosen this new stage to reinvent himself. Introductions done, we turned a corner, and the main thoroughfare appeared in front of us. The whole town couldn’t have been more than a dozen shacks. Various stores lined either side of the main street. The first was a blacksmith’s, a large open area with a roof over it and an intense fire burning in the middle. A variety of metalware hung on all sides. Weapons, armour pieces, pots and pans. A heavy-built man pounded away on an anvil with an enormous hammer.

’Good morning staffs, I would very much like to make this meeting a very short one’ The manager tells us. ‘For the new staffs who do not know the boss, this is mr. Jones Black, C.E.O of Mars private hospital, which you all know has branches all over the continent’. The manager says, addressing the fine piece of art beside him. Mr. Black just waves at us, a light smile on his lips which makes my breath hitch. I know I am sounding like a hopeless romantic right now but I can’t deny the attraction I feel towards this man. ‘Oh. My. God! He looks even more stunning with that smile’. Goldie says, twisting a strand of hair around her finger as she stares dreamingly at Mr. Black.

I think the question is directed at me, but I don’t know how to answer him; I don’t even understand the question. "It is." Christopher answers on my behalf, and I turn to him. "I knew it." Benjamin says joyfully. "Are you interested in jewellery?" Christopher asks, and Benjamin stiffens. “Oh, ah, yes, flex is a jewellery company; we specialise in watches, so jewellery is the game.” He says, seeming a little deflated as if he hasn’t had to introduce his life of work in a long time. I bend my neck to glance at my necklace. Is it that famous? It is so heavy.

When I was near the market, I halted and just chose to walk from here, looking at the surroundings. I got a pouch of gold coins from my waist and played with it using my hands. This was the payment for Evina's jewelry that I robbed the other night when I raided Castor's mansion of gold. I went to a nearby blacksmith and bought some things that are needed for our upcoming plan. I can hear the clanking of the hammer as it hits the flamed metal even on the outside. When I got inside, I can see the owner of the shop who is also the one doing the work making something. Maybe another weapon. He was a little surprised when he saw me. He is a Verdantes so he knows me.

So Christine has just spent 5,000 gold coins to upgrade the blacksmith's shop to a workshop, preparing to produce a large number of cheap iron weapons to conquer the entire Brittany County market for weapons and agricultural tools. Christine doesn't care about the small profit she makes by exploiting the peasants. Developing trade and crafts is the way to make a profit. A ploughshare, a spearhead or a helmet may not seem like much, but if you sell enough of them, you can make a good profit. As long as the price is lower than what the nobles' own smiths charge, there will be no shortage of buyers. The lifespan of metal products is linked to their cost. Christian's ancestral sword, for example

Therefore, although the Queen held the ultimate powers in the royal court, she still needed to be tactful in front of Earl Blackwell. Besides the Earl, the Queen would also be receiving his son, Lord Benjamin Blackwell. Not one to be underestimated, Lord Benjamin had time and again proven himself to be an influential figure in the society, claiming monopoly in the textile industry and was himself a brilliant businessman, second only to her nephew, Duke Kensington. The two young men would often be at loggerheads, especially since the two of them had continuously compete with one another in the recent rising industry of iron and steel. Compared to his father, Lord Benjamin Blackwell posed a gr