Blacksmith Pay Novels & Stories

Due to this, they are oftentimes discriminated against by other classes, resulting in them barely having any resources to use or a market to obtain anything they find useful. "Like us, Weapon Masters, they too opt to become blacksmiths, not because their ideas are radical likes ours, but because normal blacksmiths refuse to make anything for them." When Bladesmith said this, Kirou could picture what Arcane Summoners normally went through. In fact, he was slightly disgusted with how the other classes treated them when they came about as a means of protection but Kirou kept his cool.

[Mission: Acquire a blacksmith to stay at your territory][Reward: Occupational Talent Appraisal] 'hmm, acquiring a blacksmith? That is rather expensive' , thinking of a black smith. They are in demand occupation, since hunting and wars are common for this world. Blacksmith are also quite a character, people do often please them just to make request for them. Now, talking about acquiring. He needed to prepare a large amount of golds just to employ them. In addition, he have to make a plan on how to approach and please them just to work in his territory.

So on top of 100 gold coins of medical bill they had to pay for the apartment of 50 gold coins, National Banks offer them a repayment plan of equal installments for 6 years tenure with an interest rate of 10%, the salary of both of them were only 1 gold coins and 50 silver a month. Now, is that fair? Probably. I do save them not only that, I even gave them a place to live comfortably in a safe haven. I did say I want to build a safe haven did I say it's free? No, everything needs money, I need money, naturally, they had to pay. A good haven is a kind that pays, besides it's not like I force them or anything they signed the agreements themselves. In conclusion, I get 2 master level workers in

Mira got out of the Jeep along with Griffin. “Miss Red, it was good to see you again,” The older man greeted her. To the others, he was just an old man working with the outlaws. To those who knew him, he was a well-known businessman. They called him ‘The Blacksmith’. Nobody knew his real background or real name. He designed, created, and supplied weapons—guns, bow and arrow, swords and anything that made it into a killing tool. He did this for the right price. Nobody did a free job anymore because everything was a business.

“I think it was… Ten thousand?” “Very cheap considering its value. You got lucky, kid.” “I guess so. How do you know all this?” Salj put the blade back in its sheath before answering. “I have been a smith for over thirty years. I can tell a good sword and a bad one even if they both look the same.” “Ohh amazing! If it’s such a good sword, how come the other users refunded the sword?” Matthew asked.

“Uh-uh! That’s going to cost ya!” Sasha huffed. Everything in this goddamn place revolved around money. Thankfully, Zen’s meals were free. “How much?” The weaponsmith held up two fingers. “200 credits?” she asked hopefully, and the man pulled a face. “2,000 credits,” he growled. “You didn’t think my skills were that cheap, did you?” Sasha grimaced. 2,000 credits was a lot of money for someone who had to eat in the academy. Thankfully, there were no death penalties for the lower floors and seeing how Sasha earned a lot from Zen’s Rainbow Egg strategy from the Egg Hunt, she could afford this.

“So I don’t think you need to be scared of me.” “I’m not scared!” he squeaked. “I don’t have any money, so I can’t afford to buy anything yet. But when I do get some money, do you think I could buy stuff directly from you?” The question seemed to confuse him. “What do you mean?” “The stuff the blacksmith makes is good, but it’s expensive. You’re his assistant, right? I thought if I buy the weapons you make, it might be cheaper.” He lowered the knife and shook his head. “I do not have a hammer. You can’t forge iron without a hammer.”

I was so lonely up here without anyone to talk to, “I didn’t realize that bedrest was so daunting.” “I get you,” Alexander chuckles, “I hate staying in bed all day too. Need to do something to make myself feel useful.” “So, what do you do to make yourself useful?” I ask, curious to know everything about him. “I work at the forge, making weapons and other metal appliances. Most of the time, my job is to repair the weapons that belong to the pack.” “So, you’re a blacksmith?” “A weaponsmith to be precise, but yes, I would make anything anyone pays me to,” He shrugs, “There are three of us working at the pack forge, and we split all the work that comes to us. We’re also in charge of all the weap

He didn’t seem to notice. “I got up before the sun and was at work well after it got dark. Then I had to walk home. I was lucky to get a single break after arriving at the shop. The master blacksmith training me, Henrik, was well sought after. Our shop flourished, but we had more work than he could keep up with. It also meant my work was never-ending.” “But you learned a lot, right?” Blake scoffed. “Well, you got big and strong.” She teased, squeezing his arm muscles.

"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."