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I wanted to look as normal as possible. “So, I heard you're a blacksmith. How long have you been a blacksmith if you do not mind me asking?” I asked him. “I became an apprentice at the age of six and learnt everything from my master then. I stopped a few years ago when I noticed there was no high need for a blacksmith and became a technician instead,” he explained. There was something that bothered me though. He still had not told me the pack he came from. I knew he wanted to keep his pack a secret but I could not hire someone whom I didn't know which pack he was from or if he came from an enemy's pack.

Clearly, he could see that it hurt his father's reputation, for being publicly embarrassed both by his name being slammed across every media site, when it had nothing to do with praising his name. He was angry, but being angry wouldn't help to tackle the issue at hand. The Blacksmiths! Someone had called the Blacksmiths on them, and they had no idea who it was, what agenda that person had to make if not to kill the Castillo family, and take their business. The Blacksmiths are a secret organization dealing with mercenaries, more like hired assassins in the underground known for their ruthless ways of killing their victims. The unique thing about them is their secrecy and coordinated way of do

I questioned my own purpose each time Alruin and I had an argument, but at the end of the day, I knew that if by some miracle, I did win him over again, it would all be worth it. “The art of a blacksmith is of utmost importance, sonny. If the blade is too blunt, it doesn’t penetrate the armor and that risks a man’s life in battle. If his breastplate isn’t thick enough, it leaves his chest vulnerable for a fatal hit,” he carried on, “now, I was once in the army that fought against these beasts. I fought battles against men, got wounded, killed men, but it’s nothing like fighting a beast, you see.” Flashes of the beasts on Snowfang mountain flashed through my mind and I saw myself tumbling off

Nefertari tells us. Flavius's eyes widen in surprise at the mention of the blacksmith. "This Fimrouck you speak of he's the master blacksmith from the Dwarf kingdom correct?" Flavius asks. Nefertari glances over at Flavius flashing a light smile. "The very one, do you perhaps know him, Sir Flavius?" Nefertair asks curiously. Flavius laughs heartily before responding to Nefertari. "Every blacksmith knows of Fimrouck. His work is legendary, I'm honored to have the chance to meet him," Flavius responds.

[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.

The ranks go like this: Wood Porcelain Stone Obsidian Emerald Ruby Copper Silver Gold Diamond The first ranks focused on gathering material and communal service. Then, from obsidian to copper, the extermination of nests and clearance of dungeons become available. Silver, gold, and diamond are for people and can be used to fight against criminal groups and mundial threats. "Indeed! Now, we have multiple agreements with other institutions from all around the world, one of them being the Xerxes Academy you are currently attending to" Her expression got more somber as the explanation continued.

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.

My task was to add the finishing touches, design the swords, and safely store them. The clanging of metal and the scent of hot iron welcomed me as I entered the forgery. One of the blacksmiths, a burly man with calloused hands and a perpetual scowl, nodded in acknowledgment as I approached. I wasted no time and began working diligently, my fingers dancing across the weapons, adorning them with intricate patterns and symbols.

I pushed past the thick leather curtains of the primary foundry, the intense heat of the burning coal instantly warming my freezing skin as the smell of molten steel filled my lungs. Dozens of skilled blacksmiths were working diligently around the massive stone anvils, their muscular bodies covered in soot as they forged the defensive armor plates and the silver-tipped spears that our pack was famous for. I marched straight toward the center of the main workshop, my powerful aura immediately drawing the attention of the workers who quickly lowered their tools in deep respect.

She planned to adjust the armor Kaelen had sent earlier, to better fit the slender builds of her orphan girls. The sound of clanging hammers grew deafening the deeper they went. Blazing furnaces kept the whole area sweltering hot. Eira halted before the largest blacksmith shop, lined with finely crafted plate armor. Before she could speak, three burly bare-chested Blackrock men blocked their path. The leader stood fully two meters tall, a long claw scar slashing across his chest. He held a huge wooden tank of cloudy ale, reeking of strong liquor. He sized them up openly, eyes wandering insolently over Serena and Eira.