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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

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.

“We’ll have a special sword made for you. Let us come to the blacksmith later. We’ll have everything bought in rush.” ____ Cateleia was once again dressed in layers of coats as she sets off with the Auctioneer to the nearby blacksmith in town. Snow was dropping from the skies, filling the grey brick roads slowly by slowly. Later on, she could hear the faint hitting of metal alloys from the distance and the faint orange glow of the blacksmith’s furnace. They finally reached the workshop.

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.

"I know you're one of Schneider's men, but I'm not going to let you go in this state. You definitely need proper treatment." With ease, the people lifted themselves up, walking with steady, steady steps in contrast to their less muscular bodies, like Askarovich. It was only when they had walked quite a distance and their eyes were no longer glaring from the sun, did they realised the identity of the man who was carrying them just now. Alec Berthold. The grandson of Pierre Berthold—a human blacksmith who was granted immortality by the goddess Morrigan and renowned as the only master weapon maker from time to time who could resonate with the magical powers of the old man's clients, who were mo

None of them seemed to mind him as they went about their duties. Zenas walked past the entrance into the hot interior. From the heat of the building, he guessed that a fire was burning, fire by which the blacksmith would melt iron to be shaped into weapons and shields. As he walked into the dark interior to seek whom to talk to a small figure bumped into him with surprising strength almost knocking him to the floor.

His eyes wandered around the circle. "Perhaps we were right." A pause. "Perhaps we were incomplete." The young man in the silver cloak remained unmoved. "Incomplete ideas destroy worlds." The blacksmith shook his head. "No." "They build them." His scarred hands rested upon the table. "I've forged thousands of blades." "But I've also forged plows." "The fire was never the enemy." "It depended on what we chose to create." The musician quietly touched the strings of the silent violin. No sound emerged.

was Kirou's answer. "Exactly, lad. With weapons needing to be customized for their personal use and normal blacksmiths being unable to make em, it's up to the weapon masters themselves to make their own gear. It got so bad back then that the Blacksmith Guild was forced to teach Weapon Master's the Art of Blacksmithing and now we are technically a branch of their guild, at least in terms of smithing. Back in the day, there was an old saying to describe this, 'While not all blacksmiths are weapon masters, all weapon masters are blacksmiths.' That saying is still used in some places today." Hearing those words, Kirou could help but raise an eyebrow and chuckle. He had to admit, that saying real

It was easy for experts to estimate her raw power. Then, there were these two freaks. They were on a different level from everyone else, including Ben. The blacksmith worried that he couldn’t craft a weapon good enough for them. Unlike his idiot apprentice, who needed a weapon to survive, these people were living weapons. What kind of weapons should he craft for living weapons?

The village blacksmith waited for the farmer to inspect the newly healed metal, accepted payment with a courtly bow, and watched the tractor growl away. Ancient though the equipment was, the blacksmith was even older, and more machine than man. Marcus Doug Douglas had played many roles throughout his long and rather productive life, including those of son, brother, husband, father, uncle, friend, industrialist, politician, strategist, artist, and for the last six decades, village blacksmith.