Blacksmith Flatter Novels & Stories

It was widely acknowledged that blacksmiths residing near the borders were among the finest, second only to those in the capital city. As soon as I entered the blacksmiths' workshop, all of them halted their work and converged around me, wearing welcoming smiles and displaying flattery in their demeanor. Their eager eyes gleamed with anticipation, almost as if they could see gold coins flashing before them, presuming I was a significant customer. They proudly presented their best weapons and armors, handling them delicately and appraising them as though they were priceless treasures. However, despite their enthusiasm, I couldn't help feeling disappointed.

He scanned his work and smirked in satisfaction. "This should be enough. Quite passable." The exam was easy for him. Easy was even an overstatement as he could answer everything effortlessly. But he intentionally did some mistakes, estimating that he'll probably be behind a couple of numbers in ranking. He didn't care though. "As long as Iktanne would be happy and get the top rank."

he asked as he walked over to her. She set the dish on the counter and sighed. “It’s my attempt at tuna and green bean casserole. It tastes good when Gloria makes it, but I’ve never succeeded in making it very well.” She pressed a fork into the runny yellow, gray and green glob. “I don’t know about this. Mr. Blacksmith doesn’t seem like the kind of person who’s done enough evil to deserve this.” “Oh, he’ll be fine.” He waved his hand as if to shoo aside her protests. “I don’t want him to come back and this will do the trick.”

"It only knows the strike. It only knows the truth of the metal." He looked at the front row—a group of blacksmiths and silversmiths. "You know my father's name. Thomas Silas. You know the House of Aris has been selling you brittle steel and hollow gold for three years. I am the man who stayed in that 'dirt' to make sure the work remained true, even when my name was stolen."

And now I can't keep my eyes off his stances and motions as I picture everything in my head. The blacksmith stood by my side and said with his arms folded, confidently, "Did your uncle tell you about how he used to be a capital's knight? He's one of the most dedicated knights in the army. His accustomed job is to capture the violators of the law and naughties on the street of the city. Having his company is one of my best memories." He pulled me through his arm on my shoulder and mumbles, "But his deepest secret... he joined the rank to surround himself with men. He's into them." And then he laughs. I left with no other words to utter but "Oh..." I figured it out earlier than today.