Blacksmith Wage Novels & Stories

People came away from the spot with strips, slabs and gong mallets of meat, occasionally hung on wooden sticks perched on their shoulders. It was brought to Aki and Temujin’s attention that the village blacksmith had begun working on the armor they requested, as soon as he had received the pieces of dragon scale. The intriguing craftsman who had knowledge of fire applications wouldn’t be joining the festivities planned for the night, they were also told, in order to meet the deadline of three days or earlier.

I said, and the miners stared at me with admiration. Damien took me to every department of the mine, and I saw men with bodies glistening with sweat, working very hard to get the gold. Others were casting irons for filling. "This is not easy. I appreciate you making an effort to make sure that I have a good necklace." I called out, and they erupted into cheers. "We enjoyed making it." They replied, and I beamed at them. "How much do their wages cost?" I asked Damien, and he shrugged. "Depending on the gold produced It ranges from 500 to 1000 dollars upward."

“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

he exclaimed. His admiration caught me off guard. I hadn't expected such enthusiasm for my design. "Can you make it?" I asked simply, avoiding his question. The blacksmith nodded vigorously. "Yes! Of course, but give me three days." Relief flooded through me. With this weapon, I would never again be as defenseless as I'd been when William attacked me. "How much will it cost?" I asked, already mentally calculating how much of my newly acquired money I could spare. "Two hundred dollars," he replied.

“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!”

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