Blacksmith Flatter Novels & Stories

His attire was similar to that of the man, but he didn't wear a black apron, and his close bore less holes. The v in the neck was deep, showing off his flat and undertoned chest. Although he sported muscle, it wasn't as obvious as his friend. He was thick enough to lift a heavy hammer, but nothing more. In hindesight, to the untrained eye, it would appear that this blacksmith was talking to his apprentice. But the body language didn't match. And just our luck, we where headed straight for them.

“You’ve been tired a lot lately.” The blacksmith glanced between us, then wisely focused on his work. “I don’t need anything fancy,” he added. “Just something balanced.” I risked a glance at him. He wasn’t looking at the blade anymore. He was looking at me. “I’m glad you’re here,” he said quietly. “Oh,” was all I could say. “There’s just something different about you these days,” he said, tucking a strand of hair away from my face. “It’s almost as though you’re someone else.”

So many precautions but I could understand that was protocol. The blacksmith was a short stout man, the tools of his profession evident on his body as some parts of his skin was covered in coal and black oil. “My Queen, pardon my manners. What are you doing in my home? Is there something you need? Or is there something I have done wrong? What can I offer you?” I didn't like that I made him nervous so I started with something small. “Tea will be fine. Ginger, hibiscus, go crazy.”

Nefertari tells us. Flavius's eyes widen in surprise at the mention of the blacksmith. "This Fimrouck you speak of he's the master blacksmith from the Dwarf kingdom correct?" Flavius asks. Nefertari glances over at Flavius flashing a light smile. "The very one, do you perhaps know him, Sir Flavius?" Nefertair asks curiously. Flavius laughs heartily before responding to Nefertari. "Every blacksmith knows of Fimrouck. His work is legendary, I'm honored to have the chance to meet him," Flavius responds.

“A unique beast means I will be able to claim a silver hammer. I’ll be able to open my own forge. People will come from all around to buy what I make. A silver grade blacksmith is very rare.” I never expected to kill a superior beast in the first place, let alone something even rarer. “In that case, maybe we should amend our deal.” Kizwat nodded vigorously. “Whatever you want me to make, at cost price.” The blacksmith’s mood didn’t improve. “Did you really use that to make the killing blow? They have ways of verifying these things. Don’t send my apprentice all the way to the Guild on a hoax.” “Unlikely as it might seem, it’s the truth. His blood is still on here.”

I finally bloated out when we had sat for a whole long while, she scoffed lightly, not still looking my way and I wondered what the hell her expression meant. “If you wanna learn a skill, go to the blacksmith, or maybe join the army, they are gonna make good use of you,” She said, still not looking at my face. I moulded up my face in a frown, wondering how the fuck I was gonna do such a thing as that. “That's lame!” I spat out, she finally looked back at me with a light smile on her face. “Going to war and bringing back the head of our enemies is lame?” She lifted up her eyebrow as she spoke. I shook my head instinctively as I wondered why I had just called her line of duty lame.

I rolled my eyes and muttered, “Then you’re setting yourself up for disappointment. People exaggerate. I’m not as cool as I sound in their stories.” “That’s false,” he said immediately. “Because now that I’ve seen you in real life? You’re even cooler than the way they described you.” I blinked. Okay, that one hit different. Was he just a good flirt or...? “You’re such a shameless liar,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. He chuckled. “Maybe. But I only lie when I want to sound humble.” I hate that I laughed. And damn it—I did. We kept talking. I cracked some sarcastic line, he gave me one of those stupid charming smirks that would make a nun rethink her vows. The way he threw little com

He clutched his arm like it might fall off, blood rushing to his pale face as sweat dripped down his temples. I smirked, rolling the hammer in my palm. “You think it’s funny, huh? Playing pretend? Making my Delilah worry for you with all your fake groans?” I leaned close, my voice dropping to a whisper against his ear. “Guess it doesn’t feel so funny now, does it?” “You bastard… you’ll pay for this.” He spat. Empty threats. He hasn’t got a single tough bone in his damn body. Pathetic I chuckled, straightening. “Oh, you’re still stubborn? Even with a bone snapping like twigs under this hammer?” I tilted my head, studying him like an insect I’d pinned to glass. “That’s impressive. Stupid, but

she felt so much offended by the choice of the crowd and planning to order now But before she shouts, a man from the building showed himself, wearing black Sando, black tattered slacks and coat, wrap around his waist; wielding a head size hammer. The man spoke and with his threatening words made everyone feels suffocated. “try to pull your trigger and every one of you will die”. wearing his usual smile sarcastically. The man was their only blacksmith. The creator of their weapons! PHIL!

[System Message: You have watched Old Copper's display of the hammering technique ] [Due to your affinity for blacksmithing from the 'Crafting Master' Class, you have learned the skill ].