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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.

They lift heavy objects. Ragnar was speechless. It was clear that the old man would speak no more. Ragnar Lanek's iron amulet must have symbolized powerful magic, no matter what the wolf priest said. They walked down the street and passed an open shop. When Ragnar looked inside, it was a workshop full of blacksmiths. Their inner shadows glowed in the light of the hot metal. He hears hammers from other places and knows that in these places the products of the blacksmith are made. "You still haven't answered my first question." Ragnath said, surprised at his carelessness. — I don't know if I understand if I can leave. 'Why not?'

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.

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!-

In return, they give her a small nod and respectful greeting. “This is my wife, Isla. Magnus and I have to go to the Temple. There are things that she wishes to do to improve the farm. Isla, this is Sven,” I motion to the larger brother, “he is a smior. I believe that you call them smiths.” “Blacksmith?” “Yes,” I smile and motion to the other brother. “Tappen is our timber man.” There’s a look of confusion on her face and then she smiles, “Like a carpenter? You build things with wood?”

I barked, waving my hand dismissively toward the heavy iron doors. They did not say another word, filing out of the room in hurried silence. Once the heavy oak doors clicked shut, I stood up and walked down the spiraling stone stairs into the dark, sweltering heat of the castle's underground armory. The sharp, bitter scent of molten metal, coal dust, and hot ash filled my lungs as the master blacksmith looked up from his glowing anvil, setting his heavy iron hammer aside. "Alpha," the master blacksmith greeted respectfully, wiping thick black soot and sweat from his forehead with a rag. "What do you require from the forge today?"

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.

I was so lonely up here without anyone to talk to, “I didn’t realize that bedrest was so daunting.” “I get you,” Alexander chuckles, “I hate staying in bed all day too. Need to do something to make myself feel useful.” “So, what do you do to make yourself useful?” I ask, curious to know everything about him. “I work at the forge, making weapons and other metal appliances. Most of the time, my job is to repair the weapons that belong to the pack.” “So, you’re a blacksmith?” “A weaponsmith to be precise, but yes, I would make anything anyone pays me to,” He shrugs, “There are three of us working at the pack forge, and we split all the work that comes to us. We’re also in charge of all the weap

He simply smirks at Forsyth, "Didn't know you were a pussy," Simon taunted. Forsyth released his grip and backed away. He tilted his head and looked out of the cavern. "Say hello to my dear friend." With this, he left the cavern at a high level of speed. The smirk on Simon's lips crumples. He couldn't believe the blackwink that awakened was Forsyth's blackwink. Blackwink wasn't just the name of an object or a sculpture, it was a name four sets of people gave themselves. And among all four, Forsyth was the most cunning.

I was shoved inside a building by one of the guards. It was the blacksmith's dwelling place. The blacksmith forged and repaired weapons for the pack's warriors, ensuring they were well-equipped for battle. It wasn't just for the warriors alone. The hunters, gatherers, and even craftsmen were included. I had been here on several occasions, running errands. But each time, the heat from the furnace was hotter than the last. "She's here," one of the guards with me said to the head blacksmith, Benjamin Robinson. A man in his early forties, maybe with balding hair and wrinkles at both sides of his eyes.