Witcher 3 Grandmaster Blacksmith Novels & Stories

Ribs pressing against his skin like a washboard. The blacksmith was a one-eyed old man with a vicious temper who forged blades that never broke. Every soldier in the camp came to him for repairs. Rex crouched outside the smithy for three days, watching the old man work the iron. The metal in the furnace bloomed orange-red. The old man pulled it free with tongs, laid it on the anvil, and struck. Sparks burst with every hammer blow. Burn scars covered his hands, layered over each other like the bark of an ancient tree.

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.

"It's nothing worth your worry, go back to the exhibition room." Instead of starting a debate with her mum, she turned to the stout man with grey eyes in addition to Gustav's mustache. His name and occupation were inscribed on his badge, "Jeremy," She called, "I presume you are Rodriguez's replacement?" "Eloïse." The boiling point attained late teen ignored her mum. "Are you aware of what just occurred back there?" The man said nothing. "Don't you know your job anymore or am I supposed to teach you?"

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?"

“That was quick.” I sighed, grateful for the distraction. “Because there wasn’t any real training,” I muttered. Kai smirked. “She’s impatient.” Damien let out a soft chuckle. “That doesn’t surprise me.” He turned his focus back to me. “If you’re free now, you should come with me. I want to show you something.” I frowned. “Show me what?” “My workshop.” My frown deepened. “Your workshop?” Kai was the one who answered. “Damien isn’t just an intellectual lycan—he’s a genius. He’s the one who designs most of the warcraft and weapons used in Blackwood and beyond.”

The Blacksmith crumpled to the ground, and his knee was a bloodied mess. "With such mediocre skills, I wonder how you have the balls to show off like this," Sebastian said coldly. The Blacksmith howled in anger, but Sebastian simply raised a hand and smashed his skull. Then, the Blacksmith's body crumpled lifelessly to the ground. Sebastian had just killed a Grandmaster with a single strike! Mateo was stupefied, and he stared wide-eyed at the Blacksmith's lifeless body. The Blacksmith was dead? What the fuck was happening?

“Then come to Asgard. You can directly become a battlefield master smith. Your workplace, residence, and position are all yours to choose—including the Twelve Temples. A fixed annual salary of 80 million Bina, complete freedom in forging, and unconditional approval to open your own workshop, even a chain of them. You’ll be provided with two Black-Feathered Phoenixes, two Bone Phoenixes, and one Infernal Bone Dragon. You may also name any additional conditions you want.”

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.

“That’s all for now. Come back when you have everything. And check with the experts on the fifth floor to convert your weapon into a magical item.” Thanking the blacksmith, Akiko bade goodbye. Only Zen remained behind with the blacksmith in his shop. Ben arranged the crafting materials for his special weapon orders. There was too much work to be done with the new mass order from his regular customer and Zen’s party. Feeling guilty, the gamer offered to help while his party members were still looking for materials. He secretly hoped his teacher would agree so that he could learn how to repair their weapons in the future. “Of course, you’re helping! You’re going to help me complete my existing

"Let us be back in a few minutes to tend and change your bandages, sir. Our master will be back in a few hours." "Thank you so much... I will be glad to see your master that now I am in a stable condition and be able to extend my thanks personally to him...," he said. "May I ask, if it's alright, would it be okay to know the name of your master? So that I will be able to express my gratitude to him in the grandest honor." The younger maid finally smiled and answered, "Yes you may, sir. We address him here as Master Kai, but he is known as the second son of the Duke, Quin Kaylus."