"Oh, right, and while you're at it, have matching sets of armor forged for my n as well. Charge all expenses to my account!"
At present, Kal El was beaming with satisfaction.
It was like taking a group of underlings to order a Rolls-Royce, and then, when everything was done, casually rewarding each of them with a rcedes of their own.
He hadn't even spared Tyrion—soone was brought over to take his asurents, and only after asking in detail about his specific requests did Kal leave, fully content.
As for Tyrion, for so reason, he had chosen armor of a style similar to Kal's, and had even requested that the cloak and breastplate be emblazoned with the sigil of House El.
Kal, of course, understood why Tyrion had done this, and he couldn't help but feel even more delighted.
What joy could compare to having the little dwarf completely fall for him, rather than rely commissioning a set of custom-made equipnt?
"All right then, my friend, take your ti. I'm going to check on my little Ewing."
As the true VIP among VIPs, Tobho Mott naturally served Lord Kal El first; Tyrion, of course, was only attended to incidentally.
Even Kal's horse, Fawkes, took precedence over him.
anwhile, Chella and the others were all smiling broadly, struggling to decide what kind of equipnt they wanted, while servants specially took their asurents.
Kal, together with Tyrion, followed Tobho Mott to the back of the smithy, led personally by the master himself.
He guided Kal and Tyrion out through the back door, and the three of them crossed a narrow courtyard to enter a spacious stone barn.
This was where the real forging work of the smithy took place—the front area was rely a reception hall.
As soon as the weaponsmith opened the door, a wave of hot air surged toward the three of them.
Kal showed no reaction whatsoever; in fact, he even found it faintly pleasant, like soaking in warm water.
As a man with the gift of the Unburnt, he felt nothing from the sweltering heat of King's Landing, and instead had a peculiar fondness for high temperatures.
But for Tyrion, it was a different story. His reflexes made him imdiately step behind Kal, using him as a shield against the blast of hot air.
Tobho Mott possessed no Unburnt gift—he was simply used to it.
Inside the stone barn, every corner housed a blazing forge, and the air was thick with the stench of smoke and sulfur.
Kal sniffed once and found it lacking in strength.
Even his dragon wife's breath packed more punch than this.
Seeing soone enter, the foreman of the smiths lifted his head for a glance, then wiped the sweat from his brow and continued swinging his hamr and tongs.
Beside him, a shirtless apprentice worked hard to pump the bellows, fanning the forge fire into a roaring blaze.
Kal and Tyrion ca to a small rest area to wait, and before long Tobho Mott appeared, leading a boy who reached only to his shoulder but whose bare torso already showed faint traces of muscle.
"Ewing, Lord Kal El has co to see you."
Compared to the scrawny little boy from half a year ago, Ewing now had a cropped haircut and looked far more masculine.
"Ewing, do you still rember ?"
Still dazed and unsure of what was happening, Ewing had first been called here by Tobho Mott, who had told him that soone important had co to see him.
Yet when Kal spoke, Ewing's mouth trembled, and tears began to roll one by one from his eyes.
Looking at the tall man before him—the one who had led him to his current station, the one rumored to have saved King's Landing—all Ewing could see in his mind were the days, half a year ago, when he had served this man.
"Captain Kal, I've missed you so much!"
Unable to contain himself, Ewing threw himself straight into Kal's arms, saring his tears and the gri covering his body all over Kal's new clothes.
Caught off guard by the boy's reaction, Kal froze for a mont, but then a faint smile appeared on his face as he reached out to rub the cropped hair on Ewing's head.
This sudden scene, however, gave Tobho, who had just brought Ewing over for Kal to see, quite a scare.
After all, the man before him was the most celebrated figure in the royal court—renowned across the Seven Kingdoms as Warden of the West and Lord of Casterly Rock.
More importantly, the City Watch itself was now practically under this man's control.
That was a force capable of making trouble for anyone.
Even when speaking to Kal El, Tobho always did so with extre caution—but who could have expected this boy to rush in crying and throw himself into the man's embrace?
At first Tobho had wanted to step forward, pull Ewing away, scold him a bit, and then smooth things over with Kal.
But seeing that Kal showed no sign of rejection, he stopped himself and simply let the two of them remain in their embrace.
At the very least, he could tell that this newly risen noble still cared sowhat for the boy, Ewing.
He clearly rembered that the first thing Kal El had asked upon entering his shop was how the boy was doing.
Tyrion, standing to the side, was also slightly moved by this sudden scene. Though it was not the first ti he had seen Kal loved by others, a mont like this was indeed a first.
Children never liked him. The ignorant ones would either laugh at him or burst into tears at the sight of his face.
Those a little older would gather together to mock him.
After suffering that kind of treatnt, he had grown to prefer being alone.
And from the interaction between these two before him, it was clear that the affection they shared was genuine.
This made sothing new flicker in Tyrion's gaze as he looked at Kal.
Kal did not mind Ewing staining his clothes; he simply comforted the boy until his emotions gradually cald.
Only after a while did Ewing co to his senses, suddenly alard, and hurriedly pulled himself out of Kal's embrace.
"S–Sorry, Captain Kal—no, Lord Kal, I didn't an to—"
Realizing what he had just done, Ewing's face showed terror. He lowered his head, twisting his fingers nervously, no trace left of the ease he once had half a year ago. Kal smiled.
"I like it better when people call Captain Kal. But Kossi and Hall and that lot now only call 'My Lord' or 'Master.'"
Kal paid it no mind at all; instead, he stepped forward and patted Ewing's shoulder.
"How is your mother? And your sister?"
Seeing that Kal wasn't angry, Ewing finally gathered the courage to raise his head.
"Before you left, you gave so money. I used it to hire a rcenary mage to treat my mother. At first, I planned to save the rest, but later I found I didn't need to spend it."
Ewing was nervous, his words coming out disjointed and confused.
Kal didn't quite understand what he was trying to say.
At that mont, Tobho Mott quickly stepped forward to explain: "Ewing was going to use that money to hire the rcenary mage to heal his mother. But later, the mage and his mother fell in love, so the rcenary never took his paynt."
"As for that money, he told Ewing to keep it for himself, so that one day he could buy a house to serve as his own forge. That rcenary mage has also settled down in King's Landing—he and Ewing's mother have ford a new family together."
Hearing Tobho's explanation, Kal finally understood what had happened.
He hadn't expected such a lodramatic turn of events to have taken place with Ewing after his departure.
Still, it seed that the mage was a good man.
As for rcenary mages, Kal certainly knew what kind of people they were.
They were sotis called wandering mages—n who traveled through Westeros or settled in certain places as herbal healers.
So of them knew spells and could perform magic, while others used traditional redies to heal the sick or aid those in need.
Like hedge knights, they were often poor, sotis even sleeping under hedges.
Yet precisely because of that, they were often more approachable than other professional healers, such as Maesters.
Thus, they tended to be more popular among the smallfolk—and also cheaper.
Nobles, of course, usually had no need for rcenary mages; and even when they did, they would only hire them in secret—such as when purchasing dicines that made a man appear more vigorous.
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