Seattle Blacksmith の小説・ストーリー

he replied. “What does that mean? Are you going to answer our questions or will you keep evading them?” I growled in annoyance. This man was pissing me off and I didn't know why. “I worked with a blacksmith for some years since I was six so yes I can call myself a blacksmith and this lead is a heavy metal but it is soft and malleable. It can be used to create a lot of things but has its disadvantages too,” he explained. Shocked, I glanced at Connor. He also looked at me. I could tell we were thinking the same thing at the moment. We could use this man to get what Damian wanted.

I pushed my way towards the young man and waved my hand in front of his face to get his attention. “Yes, sir. What’s your order?” “I just wanted to ask you, is he the only silver blacksmith in Dargot.” “Indeed! One of a kind, but very reasonably priced!” “And how did he get his silver hammer?” The man pointed over his shoulder to a lance hanging high on the wall. “The killer of the Radiant Sea Serpent. A fearsome beast that claimed the lives of over a hundred men. But no more, thanks to that beautiful piece of workmanship. An exact duplicate can be yours for only one thousand bits.”

— 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.

They went to a restaurant in the city center for lunch and then took advantage of the opportunity and asked the people there about the legendary blacksmith, the information that they got is that the blacksmith used to live in his blacksmith shop in the south of the city, but he does not accept the requests of the blacksmith currently. They finished lunch and went towards the blacksmith's shop. They entered it. It was full of weapons, swords, spears, bows and daggers of various shapes and designs. Everyone admired the weapons and started trying them, except for Ahmet, who stood in the middle of the shop without moving until the blacksmith came.

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.

Nate nods "Yeah, there's a blacksmith just a couple roads down from us, he makes everything by hand. They're pretty good pieces. I have a few of my own back home." "Okay let's go there then." I state and we go to walk, but Nate's phone rings. We stop and he takes it out of his pocket and his face grows concerned. "It's Tobias. He wouldn't call unless it's important.." He trails off and I look at him. “Answer it, silly. I'm alright."

They all faced the vault full of weapons. Zephrain whistled. "These are pretty." Celine smiled at the compliment. "These weapons are made by the famous blacksmiths in Markus City before General Dana Rein's death." They began to pick their choice. Barbie saw a bag of daggers and her shocked face turned into a delighted one as if seeing a bag of toys. She sheathed a long thick silver blade on her side.

He shrugged and kept walking toward the walls of the inner city, seeing the houses with different styles, the buildings, people selling strange things, and the occasional vehicle that passed beside him, ten minutes later, they found what they were looking. "God's workshop, huh, good naming sense i guess?" He wasn't quite sure how to feel about the name, it was ok, but it didn't click with him. "Well, I'm here for work, not for complaining about the sign." He patted his clothes to shake away the snow and Kevin did the same before entering the shop, it was a medieval-style smithy, various cold weapons were hanging at one side, and a couple of armors and shields at the other. A tall and strong

The smell of hot metal and lubricant filled the air, promising industry and opportunity. At the heart of the park, I met Ronan Highforge, once a celebrated blacksmith in the coastal town of Shark Harbor. His forge had produced exquisite swords and ornate fittings—each blade passing through his skilled hands. Now? He stood beside the monstrous assembly line for agricultural plow gear, observing robotic arms lift cast-blades and slot them into frames. “I never thought I'd leave the anvil,” Ronan admitted, his rough hands folded behind his back. “But here… a single automated press can stamp out fifty plow arms in the time my forge took to hammer one.”

Steve announced after a short while, waving a folder that contained the details regarding the blacksmith named Hefetus. "According to this record there was only one blacksmith that goes by that name, Hefetus, and his workshop happened to be famous at Brujeria. I guess that is how he got introduced to the Schoolmaster." He told his friends as he skimmed through the pages. In actuality, Hefetus was a fire-wielder warlock with a humble beginning. But eventually, he made a name for himself within the mage community thanks to his innovative ideas in creating weapons.