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They held no value in my eyes, unworthy of even a bronze coin from my pocket. However, I did have a dedicated blacksmith village that had pledged their allegiance to me long ago. Currently, they reside in the City of Light alongside Iris. Iris managed the core business and had expanded her ventures to include weapons and armor shops as part of her business endeavors. Indeed, while I couldn't recruit those local blacksmiths, my requirement wasn't for new weapon or armor creations. Rather, I sought skilled artisans for repairs and servicing—a crucial need in times of war. These exceptional craftsmen, blacksmiths, and armor makers were invaluable assets in any conflict.

As Fane walked, he counted his steps. When he took the seventh step, a mature, old-sounding voice rang. "Challengers, will you raise the difficulty? The difficulties are spread into the black-iron, bronze, or gold ranks. You're currently at the black-iron rank. If you increase it to the bronze rank, the strongest one will get a special treasure. If you increase it to the gold rank, the strongest warrior will get three treasures and a special badge."

As he spoke, Mane and Lam’s eyes glowed as they wished for powerful weapons of their own. “This world is more mysterious than we thought,” Hildegarde stated from atop Mane’s shoulder, and Mane nodded in reply. Indeed, this world was a fascinating one. There were Soul-Bound warriors, Returning to Origin warriors, and blacksmiths capable of fashioning intelligent middle class weapons. Now Mane was very interested in visiting Blacksmith City. “Are you interested in going there?” Vital Orange asked with light glowing in his eyes. Mane furrowed his brows upon noticing this. He suddenly realised that Vital Orange didn’t tell him this for nothing.

Anthony Reeves was tired of watching the others compete amongst themselves. Maybe if it was Iktanne, it'll look okay. She'll have that fiery look in her deep set, almond eyes, with those black orbs of irises glinting like charcoal whenever she's concentrating on a task. Her straight red hair would bounce back and forth as she prances in glee whenever she gets her sweet cup of victory. It's quite amusing for the him watching her,— putting up a formal and respectable mask in front of everyone—and then seeing her hide in another unoccupied room, squealing and hopping with joy, like a child.

on it, signifying that it was a Tier 2 Apothecarist's Badge. While most lifestyle classes didn't fall under this system as just being able to do what the class required of you was all one needed to be considered a member. In the case of classes such as apothecaries, alchemists, and blacksmiths, however, this system is used as a means of differentiating the rank of individuals based on their level of skill. There are a total of ten levels in this system, signifying the person's skill in the craft. This ranking system is more or less the same for other crafters that use it, except for blacksmiths who are graded much more harshly and crafting masters who play the roles of the jack of all trades

That cool-looking monkey became Walter’s idol and future goal. Walter’s stick was the result of his hard work. It was with great difficulty that he managed to obtain Star Divine Metal and later found the renowned blacksmith, Devon Stronghold, the Infinite Divine Ox, to forge it. As a master blacksmith and a rarity among monsters, the weapons he forged were well-known in the nether realm.

He even had a fucking code name for Lucian - Mother, which I found very emasculated but fucking expressive at the same time. You know, people sometimes get confused or baffled by my status of trade, naively thinking being the Alpha of the most powerful pack in North Land, I bound to have some kind of state-of-the-art leadership skills. But the truth is, there isn't any difference between my job and a blacksmith's job. Basically, we beat things into the shape that we want and tie up some loose ends. On second thought, I can kill unhappy customers and rape their wives. So, yeah, there is a difference. I'll give you that.

he asked, his tone light and full of mirth but his eyes sharp and assessing under his heavy brows. "Actually, he is newly mated and doing well by all accounts." Brand tried to control the anger and sarcasm in his voice. This man would surely pay for his insolence. "I'm sure they'll have young in no time at all." Brand crossed his arms over his chest, flung his hair out of his eyes and stood to his full impressive height. He may not be the Alpha of his clan, despite his machinations, but he was still a Sköll warrior. He would not let anyone insult him, or his clan – no matter their rank. His wolf paced within him in indignation. It took an extreme act of will not to simply let the beast out t

asked a shop assistant politely. “I'm actually looking for small objects like this, are there any higher grade?” asked Xiao Long while pointing at a block of small objects. “Ah, sorry, that is the highest tier we have at the moment. If you want it, you can wait for a week or you can just go to the Blacksmith directly. But if you go to the Blacksmith, you will have to bring materials and also pay a Blacksmith a fairly high price. So I suggest waiting for our stock to be replenished” The shop assistant said with a smile.

“Well? What do you know?” Oban pushed his glasses up and crinkled his face. His nose was smeared black with his sooty hands performing the action dozens of times a day. His wrinkles were embedded with soot, grime and labour. Like a prune he seemed to have shrunk in the extremes of heat he resided in, looking up at me like a mole. “Well, it’s not local. Not even northern territories.” “So, who?” “It’s human. That, no doubt about it at all, has come from human blacksmiths.”