The former blacksmith in Bairan Village was very good. Until Khan appeared, the blacksmith there was the best blacksmith in the north. But his disciple Smith wasn’t as talented. Smith was 66 this year. He had been working as a blacksmith for 50 years, but he was still a beginner blacksmith.0

"Oh my, Mister Smith’s farm equipment breaks down so quickly?”0

“I have to go to another village to buy farm equipment.”0

"Uncle Smith should’ve become a miner instead.”0

“Haha, right. He is just as good with a pickaxe as a miner.”0

He lived in the area for a few decades, but people still gossiped about him behind his back. Then what about the travellers?0

"Dammit, Bairan Village is good, but the blacksmith is rubbish. I can’t get anything decent from the smithy.”0

“The hunting grounds here are for high levels, but why is the blacksmith so inferior? Damn!”0

“But isn’t he good at making Jaffa Arrows? The price is also cheap. They aren’t bad for archers.”0

“Not bad is the problem.”0

It was like this almost every day for decades. Smith was blamed for being incompetent. No matter how hard he tried, it was useless. He reminded himself of his mentor’s teachings and repeatedly trained in controlling the fire and iron every day, but his abilities didn’t increase. It felt like a witch had cursed him.0

"I don't want to give up now...”0

Every young man in the village dreamed of being a miner, but avoided becoming a blacksmith. So he had no disciples. Furthermore, he was old. Sooner or later, the lord would make...0