Novel & Cerita Blacksmith Wage

“The workers were given 25 silver per day.” Natalia stopped in her tracks. As far as she knew, the pay was supposed to be 1 gold per day. It became very obvious that someone was tampering with the finances of the mining town.

“Yeah, I get it. There are a lot of religions out there. To each their own.” I need to distract this guy before he has more questions. “Hey how did you know about that stuff… gallium?” “I’m a blacksmith by trade, so I handle a lot of metals. Work has been drying up a bit. People don’t need chain mail and close contact weapons like they used to. I got into tech, so that helped me learn how to do a lot of handy man stuff. I came to visit my nephew here in Oregon for a few months. He’s a doctor at a private hospital in town. He found out about this job and recommended it to me. It’s been going well… mostly…” He tries to avoid looking at Zara, who is stretching up to write near the top of the bo

"Your ingenuity is remarkable, young sir. This dagger, so cleverly designed, looks ordinary but is practically a hidden weapon." His praise, though gratifying, made me uncomfortable. I wasn't accustomed to admiration. "You flatter me," I demurred. "It's just something for self-defense." The blacksmith nodded, then got straight to the point. He held up one hand, five fingers splayed. "Our owner is willing to offer this much for your blueprint, young sir. Are you agreeable?" My heart leaped – five hundred dollars? That seemed like a lot for a simple drawing! Before I could respond, the blacksmith added, "If five thousand dollars is still not satisfactory, we can negotiate further."

I was shoved inside a building by one of the guards. It was the blacksmith's dwelling place. The blacksmith forged and repaired weapons for the pack's warriors, ensuring they were well-equipped for battle. It wasn't just for the warriors alone. The hunters, gatherers, and even craftsmen were included. I had been here on several occasions, running errands. But each time, the heat from the furnace was hotter than the last. "She's here," one of the guards with me said to the head blacksmith, Benjamin Robinson. A man in his early forties, maybe with balding hair and wrinkles at both sides of his eyes.

“Then come to Asgard. You can directly become a battlefield master smith. Your workplace, residence, and position are all yours to choose—including the Twelve Temples. A fixed annual salary of 80 million Bina, complete freedom in forging, and unconditional approval to open your own workshop, even a chain of them. You’ll be provided with two Black-Feathered Phoenixes, two Bone Phoenixes, and one Infernal Bone Dragon. You may also name any additional conditions you want.”

“Depends on the quality of the workmanship. A good job will earn you an extra silver per weapon. A shoddy one will receive you a clout around the ears.” Farsh nodded. “No need to be insulting. T’s evening then. If you don’t pay up I’ll send my boys after yer, and t’ey’ll give you a clout you’ll not be forgetting fer a long time. Anyways, yer a smith. Why don’t yer do t’is?” Kemp smiled. “Good eye. I don’t have my tools with me as I’m travelling. An anvil is a little hard to carry.”

“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.

I would pay them thirty percent more than what they usually got, but in return they had to put me on the priority list, which was very important because I tend to get impatient. When I approached the first blacksmith, he actually shooed me away. Me. Layla. The future richest lady of Moon City. . The nerve. “How can you talk to my lady like this?” Sir Gregory asked sharply, even though he was dressed like a normal man today. “You are scamming her too!” the old man shouted. “This is all a scam! You want us to work for you so you can refuse to buy from us later. I know what you are doing. Do not try to fool me. I am smarter than I look!”

It doesn’t hurt to bring a weapon. “How much is a sword here?” Darrion wondered. “It’s around 1000 silvers for a common one in Aeronvein. Quite much. But that’s because Aeronvein is medicinal kingdom. We focus more on medicine than smithery, so it’s understandably expensive. I kinda remember Mika mentioning something about blacksmith, maybe I should ask her.”

As they waited, Sethlzaar found himself wondering what his mates were doing back at the seminary and how Soartin was. The Blacksmith spoke little, using his words to give the briefest of instruction that Sethlzaar would at times find himself having to work his brain to understand. When the blacksmith considered the forge hot enough he plunged a metal into the forge, holding it with a pair of iron tongs, watching as it took on a similar glow as the coal. Then he placed it on the anvil and struck it countless times with a hammer, bending it to shape as he pleased. By the life of Sethlzaar, he watched as the blacksmith hammered and flipped the metal in different ways, and understood nothing of