Next, Chiron went back to the Smithy. Thanks to Emma's help, it had been cleaned really well.
His plan was a simple one. Speak the blacksmith's language.
Chiron first took a look at the implents the blacksmith used for his work. He had to admit that even he after aligning these pieces of equipnt, felt a wave of deep-seated anger for everything.
Firstly, the equipnt was as primitive as it could get. Secondly, so like the forge were already damaged. Probably a courtesy of Ganja and his son's fight that led to his son's death.
The most familiar equipnts in Chiron's eyes were the Anvil, Vise, Hamr, tongs, Fullers, and Hearth.
Other than that, the others were all foreign. Naturally, he was going to use what he could rember.
Chiron roughly parched up the forge and he began on his work.
What he needed to do was show the stubborn blacksmith the light through his work. He brought out so Ore. This was not Ore from the teorite. It was just regular Ore.
His plan was to make sothing different. Sothing the blacksmith had never ever seen in his entire life.
And so Chiron, a boy of eight took up the blacksmith's apron and tied it around his waist. He cald his mind down, entering that state of mind needed to create sothing beautiful.
Emma saw what he was doing and she joined him. Although she was not sure what the young lad wanted to make, he offered to pay her for her services.
Of course, during his ti in the Smithy, he always ensured that Emma dropped a fresh bottle of wine in front of Ganja's room. Naturally, every ti she ca with a new bottle, the old one was emptied.
Behold, after hours of waiting and toiling, Chiron used the tongs to bring out the pot of yellow-red molten tal from the furnace.
However, to his disappointnt, it was a failure. The reasons for this were first because the forge was not hot enough. Secondly, the technique he was using was not only more advanced, but he missed so vital complicated steps along the way.
"Shit!!!" Chiron cursed as he sat on the floor staring into the flas of the forge.
He had only worked in a blacksmith's shop for a short period of ti. Although he rembered most of it, so vital things were missing. He closed his eyes to think, but figuring it out was not at all easy.
He stood up again, adjusting his technique, and he did it again. Unfortunately, it ended up in another failure. By now, it was already late at night. but the forge was still cooking and the Smithy was as hot as ever.
Drops of sweat slid down Chiron's face, but his eyes carried a look that showed he was determined.
Ever since the first ti Emma dropped the first bottle of wine in front of Ganja's room, Chiron instructed that every ti, she dropped the bottle of wine, it should be a step further away from the room, and a step closer to the smithy.
By now, the last bottle was close enough that one could easily tell that the Smithy was being used.
Chiron suddenly felt a gaze on himself and he sharply looked in the direction it ca from. Although the peeping figure was fast to hide, there was no way he could escape Chiron's quick eyes.
Chiron smiled. He knew he had captured the curiosity of the dwarf.
Curiosity itself was always a good thing. This was simply because it ca with two others. An elder brother called Mystery and a younger brother called Desire.
Chiron looked once more to the flas of the furnace. He never wanted to rember sothing so bad but putting a finger on it seed to delude him. he knew he was getting it right but then, what was wrong?
He lay on his back, his mind slowly drifting from the stress of the furnace, and then subconsciously, he activated the Fate system.
His stats appeared before his eyes.
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