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The blacksmith, a scarred old scout named Torrek, looked up when I entered his shop, his eyes narrowing the moment he recognized me. “Didn’t think the Palace would send you,” he said gruffly. “Well. Lucky you,” I replied lightly. “I’m charming.” He didn’t smile. And that told me more than words could. “I need blades,” I said. “Spears. Anything you’ve got that can be spared.” Torrek snorted. “Spared? You think we’ve got excess lying around?” “Then sell it,” I said. “The Crown will pay.” “That’s the problem,” he said flatly. “The Crown always pays. Eventually. With blood.”

I asked, his face brightened with excitement before he spoke. “I get to go to the Human Realm today. Keith needs some more material for forging, and he said I could finally tag along.” He explained, his lips spreading into a toothy grin. He was apprenticed to be a blacksmith. Since he was the youngest sibling, he had the least amount of royal responsibilities. So he actually got to do something he enjoyed that didn’t require being in charge of people. Keith is the best blacksmith in the capital, making all the weapons for the royal guards and warriors. He also has the best enchantment spells when it comes to forging. He was equally as excited to train Balor as he was honoured to have an heir

I question. “You’re upset about something,” he suggests gently. “My mother is really sick, and everyone’s saying she won’t live much longer, I’m scared because I don’t want to be alone. But your story did help me to not feel so bad,” I say with a small smile. “I’m sorry,” he says. “You never told me your name,” I say carefully. “My name is Neron Black. I’m a blacksmith who works in the city. What’s your name, little man?” He asks, bending down to my level.

Something else… A walk could help me, I thought to myself. The city was crowded, people were running everywhere. It was too early for the shops to work. The blacksmith was always working earlier than most of the shops. The smith had all types of daggers, swords, axes displayed, all of them looking the same to me. If I had to buy, it would be hard to choose. I looked at the stranger passing by; there was something attractive about him. It was hot and humid; the man was wearing a surcoat over his armor. The heraldic crest was unknown to me.

"Yes, there are some rumors about a man wielding a magical artifact in the Dark Territory. I want you to find and kill him. Rumor has it that his artifact is a sword called Black Star." There are rules for who can have magical artifacts. Only those who are in magic guilds regulated by the King or who are in the Kings army may own one. This is to ensure that these items do not fall into the hands of the kingdom's enemies. This knight in particular also carries a magical artifact called Lighting Blade. A sword that has the properties of lightning. Unlike the mages of Raven Shield, those in the King's army and Magical Guilds have a different ranking system. The ranks range from D to S. The knig

His short-sleeved attire showed his bulked arms, bigger than most, stronger than many. This old man was not just a fine blacksmith, but a master smith at that. No one knew his true name, so they referred to him as so. His skill was all he needed to be known for. Beside him, Bruce Starr sat across them, his expression changed expectedly as he saw Zephyr take out the precious metal. After all, meteor metal was an extremely valuable commodity.

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.

then a system notification appears in my front -A BLACKSMITHING PRODIGY HAS BEEN BORN, BAPTIZE BY THE FLAME AND UNYIELDING WILL TO YIELD TO ANY HARDSHIP, THE WORLD IS WATCHING YOURE GREATNESS AND SINGING A TRUMPET FOR THE FUTURE LEGENDARY BLACKSMITH!- -TITLE ADDED: APPRENTICE BLACKSMITH- GIVES 6DEX TO THE USER- -BONUS REWARD TO RESURFACING THE LEGENDARY BLACKSMITH PRODUCTION METHOD, THE HUNDRED REFINED HAMMER WILL BECOME THOUSAND REFINED HAMMER!-

The Rank 9 Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsman could never forget Lucas as it still bore a deep grudge against him. "Lucas!" The Rank 9 Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsman gritted its teeth, almost crushing them. The Rank 9 Mad Ox Dark Race looked at Lucas with a sharp gaze. It was its first time seeing Lucas in person. The Rank 9 Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsman had described Lucas the Demon, but the former’s description simply sounded so unreal.

— declared the red-haired blacksmith. — You'll have more time to work for us! You stay here until breakfast, don't you? — asks the skinny long-bearded blacksmith whom I give the coal bag. — I will do my best to help! —I answer and give the gray-haired blacksmith the copper bag. — With men missing, even half a man already helps! — He answers. I now had my anvil and hammer. My task was just to put pieces together and heat the metals, but I have to admit that a blacksmith's job is very cool! Turning the iron rod into a sword or shield is difficult and tiring, but cool.